Chapter 1 (Bella's POV)
First Meeting
'I sat on the floor in front of the fridge, terrified of what was coming.
"ISABELLA!" he screamed from the front door.
I scrambled to my feet and headed to the walkway. Once I got there, I glued my arms and hands to my sides, and feet together; knee's locked and eyes stared straight into his blood shot ones. "Yes, Daddy," I asked without any fear in my voice, but I was sure my eyes showed different.
Charlie Swan, my father, was once one of the best fathers anyone could ask for. He worked for the police; in fact, he was the police chief; I use to say that with pride now it just shows disappointment. We were happy, Charlie, my mom, Renee, and me, until that fateful day.
Renee was on her way to pick me up from Pre-School and wasn't paying attention to her surroundings; got hit by an 18-wheeler. That night she died and I blamed myself because if I weren't ever at pre-school she would still be here. Charlie came home that night and beat me and told me it was my fault! Nothing ever was the same as it was before my mother died.
"DINNER! NOW!" he yelled once more sauntering into the living room.
"Yes, Daddy," I mumbled as I walked back into the kitchen. I stopped in front of the stove, 'What am I supposed to be making?' I thought to myself. I frowned, 'He didn't even tell me what to make,' I started panicking. 'If I make the wrong thing it's another hit, but then again if I interrupt his TV show it might be the same.' I internally groaned. The floorboards creaked. 'Oh GOD!' my mind screamed.
"Why aren't you cooking?" he asked calmly.
"You didn't tell me what you want me to cook, Daddy?" I said in a small voice as small as myself. Being ten, 4'9, with medium brown, wavy, hair, brown eyes and an oval shaped face, I was small.
I felt his hand make contact with my cheek, "DID I SAY FOR YOU TO SPEAK?!" Charlie yelled as I fell back from the blow. "YOU'RE WORTHLESS, ISABELLA!" He yelled once more, punching me in the face multiple times. He picked me up by my hair, the scream I had been holding down, erupted into the small house from the pain that shot up from my back and neck! "You're worthless," he whispered menacingly into my ear. "No one will ever want you. That's why your mother left us so fast. She just couldn't stand having a useless child!" He threw me into the wall; I screamed and cried louder and harder.
I heard a click… then a whistle, like …like the…stovetop did…before…heating up! Sure enough when I opened my eyes, the stovetopwas blazing a blue and red flame. I glanced at Charlie as he made his way towards me. I don't know how or when, but soon I was beside the flame, Charlie had my arm in his hand, pulling it towards the flame. "N-No Daddy," I begged as I felt the heat radiate off the stove on to my arm and hand. "Dad NO!" Tears cascaded down my
cheeks as the flame engulfed my hand and arm.'
I woke up in sweat and tears. 'Not again!' I internally complained. "Why must I have nightmares about the past?" I asked myself aloud, glancing around my room, "What time is it?" The alarm set upon my nightstand read '5:45 AM' I sighed "Better get up and ready," I mumbled.
Wincing from my last beating, I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans, a black long sleeved shirt and a dark blue shirt to cover and quietly walked over to the bathroom across the hall. As I undressed I didn't look into the mirror, knowing the evidence of my life would be there. I jumped into the luke-warm shower, it hit the fresh cuts, gashes and bruises, and I gasped and lowly hissed as the pain loosened up. I reached for the shampoo and glanced at my arm, the scar from the stove burn was visible and the skin grows slightly slower than my other skin. I sighed; it's been seven years since that incident. Many injuries have gotten worse; he's broken a couple ribs, fingers, my legs, and pulled my right arm out of its socket twice.
I stepped out the shower and took my towel from the hook, wrapped it around my torso and looked up. The mirror showed a 17-year-old girl, with a purple and black bruise on her cheek, a cut above her left eyebrow and a dark black circle under her left eye. The girl in the mirror was I, Isabella Marie Swan. I sighed once again; I was tired, tired of Charlie, tired of his beatings, tired of being nothing to him but his punching bag, and tired of my life period.
I got dressed slowly, because of the new bruise, or worse on my tailbone; making it harder to move around and into my jeans. After pulling my shirts over my head, pulling my black and white tennis shoes and gently stroked a heavy load of cover up, eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss, I glanced at the clock, '6:45' "Ok," I whispered to myself as I slowly made my way down the stairs; careful not to fall, that would wake Charlie and surly another beating will follow. "Grab the coat," I mumbled to myself, "grab the keys," as I listed out these instructions I did so, "open door, walk outside, and stop talking to myself."
I tried desperately to smile, but just as usual, I failed miserably. I climbed into my red, rusty, old truck; that I loved undoubtly. Many memories are held in this trunk; good and bad, mostly bad.
It took about 15 minutes to drive into my high schools'-Forks High-parking lot. As usual I parked my car at the very far end, away from everyone else and an easy way out.
I jumped out and gasped; there sitting next to my old, ugly truck was a brand new, yellow, Porsche! Let's get one thing straight; Forks is a small, rainy, low populated town, which would accentuate for it to be low on money. Here I stand, next to a brand new, sleek, yellow, beautiful, Porsche.
I heard the doors unlock, I turned back to my truck, grabbed my IPod and turned back around. Only to be face-to-face with a girl, about my age, black, spiky hair, that went in every direction, flawless pale, about as pale as I, skin. Though what really sent me nearly jumping out my skin was, she was my height and her eyes were electric green, shining with excitement, joy, and happiness.(I mean, you try turning around, to look straight into someone eyes, after living so many years with Charlie. I'd like to see you not nearly jump out of your damn skin.)
I let out a yelp of fear, shock, and surprise and stumbled backwards and into my truck door. Instantly tears sprang to my eyes, as my tailbone pressed against the handle. I cried out in pain, bent over and took sharp ragged breaths. The girl in front of me hesitantly put a hand on my shoulder. Almost immediately, I tensed and her hand shot away, landing back beside her hip. I held up a finger, "W…wait…" I gasped out. Slowly, my eyes traveled up her outfit; black skinny jeans, white and black polka-dotted blouse.
As I reached the girls face she smiled. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice sounding like a beautiful song, "I didn't mean to startle you." She smiled apologetically. "I'm Alice, by the way, Alice Cullen." She stretched out her dainty, flawless hand, her nails perfectly manicured, coated with black and white polka dots.
"I'm Isabella Swan," I replied gently, "you can call me Bella, though." I didn't try to smile, as I shook her hand, knowing it would be more like a grimace. "What year are you?"
She smiled brightly, "My twin brother and I are juniors. My older sister and brother are seniors, as well is my boyfriend." She glanced around, "You?"
"Junior," I replied simply. I turned toward the school, "You got your schedule, yet?" I asked, sort of hoping she had some classes with me.
"Yeah, here," Alice pulled out her schedule from her jeans pocket. She gasped excitedly, "May be you'll be in some of my classes! Oh, my brother and I would love to know someone on our first day!"
Alice Marie Brandon Cullen's Junior Year Schedule
Biology
Dance
literature
trigonometry
lunch
gym
I nodded. "Let's see here…you have dance, lunch and gym, with me. You'll be going to lunch with the seniors also." I handed it back to her, as she, literately, bounced on the balls of her feet.
"What about my brothers?"
Edward Anthony Mason Cullen's Junior Year Schedule
Music
gym
trigonometry
literature
lunch
biology
I scanned the paper, "he has…Music, Trig, Lunch, and Bio with me."
Just as the words left my mouth, a red, sleek, shiny Mercedes; soon followed by a silver Volvo wit tinted windows. "Alice!" came a voice from the Mercedes. A girl elegantly put her legs out of the front door, and stood to get out. "You could've waited for the rest of us, you know?" I heard the 'click, clack' of heels on the pavement. "Hi," I looked up at the girl who made 'perfect' an understatement. She had shining, bright, baby blue eyes. Her long, graceful, golden locks fell over her shoulder and framed her soft angelic face. "I'm Rosalie Cullen, but you can call me, Rose," the girl-Rosalie-said, smiling sweetly, stretching out her hand.
"Bella Swan," I finally found my voice and shook her hand, "love the car by the way," I commented staring a the beautiful car, "if you'd like, I could trick around with engine and make it go a lot faster for you."
Rosalie looked taken back, "you know about cars?"
I nodded, sheepishly, "my best guy friend, Jacob, he lives up in La Push, taught me everything I know."
"Well Rose…" Alice started, "…looks like you got yourself another grease monkey friend."
I looked Rose like she was insane, "You, also, know about cars?"
She nodded, "Yep! Emmet, my boyfriend, has this huge silver jeep and now every time you crank it up…it sounds like a purr! Seriously, though, I've never met another girl that knows about cars," she replied stunned.
I nodded, and then glanced at the Volvo as the doors shut. "Alice!" a deep voice complained, as I heard shoes scruff the concrete. "Did you HAVE to leave me with the maniacs, who get a trip out of going 40 miles OVER the speed limit or more?"
"Sorry, Jazz," Alice apologized, "I didn't think they would do that so early in the morning."
The boy sighed, "Who's the new friend?" I looked up as he addressed me. He was about two heads taller than Alice, lean, tall, blondecurly hair, and blue shining eyes; like Rosalie's. He gave me a small smile that I could not return.
"Bella," I said as another guy up from behind Rose, he had dark, curly hair and blue eyes. I'm sure if he so much as frowned at one of the boys that go here, they'd run home crying. "Alice has a couple classes with me and I thought I'd showed around." I explained.
"Hi Bella," said the guy beside Alice, "I'm Jasper Cullen," Alice jabbed him in the ribs, "oh and I'm Alice's boyfriend."
I nodded, shaking his hand, "nice to meet you, Jasper."
"BELLA!" a deep voice rang out the parking lot! I tensed up and looked frantically around; Charlie! I started shaking waiting for the blow I was sure to come soon; I'm not allowed to talk to people.
"Bella," Alice asked in a worried tone, "you ok?"
I glanced at her, then the rest of them. "Sorry," I said hoping they didn't notice the shake in my voice, "I thought I just heard one of my ex-boyfriends."
Rose giggled, "No Bella that was Emmet." She explained pointing at the big guy behind her.
"Oh," was all I could make out.
"Hey Bella," the big guy-Emmet-said chuckling, "I'm the big teddy bear, Emmet!"
Everyone laughed; tinkling bells from Rosalie and Alice, and deep bells musical bells from Jasper and Emmet.
"Hi big teddy bear, Emmet," Alice giggled. The Volvo driver's door opened, but I wasn't paying attention. "I'm tiny, squeaky, mouse, Bella, compared to you!" Everyone laughed and I even found myself giggling, truly giggling.
"Alice, you got my schedule?" a deep, velvet voice asked from behind me, raising the hairs on my neck.
"Uh…" she said patting all of her pockets then glanced at me. "Bella, you still got it?"
"Why would-you know what, knowing you, I don't even want to know," Rosalie said, making a joke.
"Um…" I patted my front jean pockets then my blazers', my back pockets were left. My right: empty. I had my iPodand book bag in my left hand and used my right hand to search my left pocket. Though as I twisted to get to it, I hissed and cried out in pain; one of my newly broken ribs pierced my skin. I didn't feel anything trickling down my stomach, so I didn't worry about my blood spilling over.
Quickly snatching the schedule from my pocket, flicked it to the unknown hand waiting for it, and limped towards the school, without another word to any of them.
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