Burning ashes, Melting ice.
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Full summary: Bella has been abused by her step father, Phil for many years, and her mum has no idea. When she finds out there is no denying that she will put a stop to it. She sends Bella to Forks, where her dad, Charlie, lives. Here she goes to Forks high school where she meets Edward Cullen. However she does not find an attraction to him and he is persistent to have her. One day she goes to a bonfire in La Push with her dad, Jacob and Billy. There she meets the mysterious Paul. They both have feelings for each other. But Paul has a similar problem to Bella- can they both look past their fears and be with each other? And what happens when Edward's behaviour reminds her of her abusive father? What happens when Paul phases once him and Bella become close, and isn't able to see her…. Before he imprints on her. Will she take him back? Can this make them more than friends? Or will it just freak her out when she finds out that werewolves and vampires really exist? What about Victoria and her old tricks? And what exactly is Charlie Swan keeping from Bella? Why does Sam feel like he's missing something in his life?
I would also like to thank "RubyDragonJewel" for giving me the idea about Charlie and Sam Helps me a lot! And is much appreciated!
Bella POV-
"Get down here, NOW!" The monstrous voice bellowed up to me, and I cringed at the sound.
The sound of his voice, the rough texture of it, the deep tone, scared me to the pits of my stomach. The idea, of facing that… beast terrified me, and if I didn't know that he would come looking for me, I would hide under my bed. But knowing he would seek me out, that he would make my punishment worse, forced me to inch my way towards the stairs.
With trembling feet, I walked slowly down the stairs, one at a time until I was at the bottom, facing the nightmare that was my stepfather. The smell of booze told me that he had been out drinking with his friends, and was now drunk. This was when he was the worst.
"You call this clean?" He spat, in a slurred voice, as he pointed to the kitchen, where it was nearly all clean, apart from a dish that had been left out.
My voice quivered as I whispered, "Uh…no sir."
"Damn right it's a no! Do you think you can get away with this? Leaving our house in a fucking tip?" His breath fanned over my face, making my face screw up in disgust
"Um, no, I'll uh tidy it up…" I said, trying to shove past him.
This had been going on for 5 years now, ever since my poor, naïve mother married him and aloud him to move in with us.
He had seemed like a nice guy at first. But when my mum was away, he would start to show his true colours. It would start with the screaming, but before long he was beating me in the most brutal way. It would sometimes get so bad that I had a black eye, or a scar. And every so often he would…. Rape me.
He had other plans though, blocking my path to the kitchen. "Do you think that will get you out of this one little girl? Huh? This has happened to many times."
His voice was low and menacing, but with a husky note to it. It told me it was one of those days. I gulped back the fear building up in my throat and took a hesitant step back.
"No, P-please… d-don't." my voice shook, thick with panic.
"It's too late to plead honey." The horrible, twisted smirk played onto his lips. "You've already dug yourself a whole."
I closed my eyes as he took another imitating step towards me, like a predator stalking his pray. I bit back the bile that was threatening to spill over. "N-no, I-I'll tidy it up. I promise."
He just shook his head as backed me up against the wall. I let out the cry of pain that has been terrorising me. I tried to push his body away from me as he loomed over me, one hand balancing himself on the wall, as one of his hands tore one of my few t-shirts left.
My hands fought weakly against him, useless against his muscular body.
"Please." I pleaded again, but knew that my pleas had no use.
He thrust his hand down my jeans and under the, to the place where would usually feel pleasurable, but with him, it was torture. An aching, throbbing, torture.
I was bracing myself for the worse when someone opened the front door, stopping Phil's movements. He tried to pull away but it was too late, my mother, standing, horrified, in the doorway had spotted him.
"Phil? What on earth are you doing to my daughter?" She breathed out, still in shock.
"Um...uh…I…" He struggled for words as backed away from me, knowing that he had been caught.
"Mum." I gasped, partly in relief, partly in fear for her.
But I ran to her, aching to be in her arms so badly, and flung my arms around her.
"Bella? What's happened? What's wrong?" She said, slightly surprised as she wrapped her arms around me.
"He abuses me mum." I whispered, in a low voice.
"Renee, it's not true, don't believe anything that comes out of that sluts mouth." Phil spat, obviously getting his composure back.
"No, Phil. My daughter doesn't lie, and this, what I just witnessed does not seem like nothing." She said in a calm, but harsh voice. In a gentler voice, she continued "How long has this happened?"
"5 years, mom." I let out a ragged sob that I had held back.
"5 years? Oh honey…" She, leaded me into the living room, and looked back at Phil, "Go upstairs, pack your bags. I want you out of my house."
Once she had closed the door, she sat us down and I nodded my head. "Yes, I'm sorry mum. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was scared he would turn on you."
"It's alright sweetheart. I just feel so bad that I wasn't there." She rubbed my back, and I felt her voice break a little.
"No mum. You couldn't have known, he made me cover everything up." I Whispered into her, letting out another harsh sob.
She sighed and hugged me closer. "There's only one thing I can of doing that will help…"
I lifted my face up from her chest, to look at her piercing eyes, it was the one trait that I got from her. "What?"
"I'm sending you to your dads." She stated, clearly, looking into my eyes the whole time.
I shook my head. "No mum, I can't leave you on your own, not when… Phil… could come back."
"Don't you worry about me sweetheart, I have had my suspicions for a few weeks, I just didn't want to jump to conclusions, and if he comes back, I'll file a report to the police. But I don't want you anywhere near him." She insisted as she wiped my tears away from my eyes. "I want you to have a fresh start, get out of here."
I nodded my head slightly, that seemed like the most reasonable way to escape here, to escape the memories. And as much as I hated rain, anything would be better than here.
Paul's POV.
I was head back home from school, knackered and slightly scared. My dad would be home again, after going away on business trip. But as I reached my house, I saw a police car. I opened my door, slowly, carefully, and peered in.
I saw my dad, being held by two strong men and another man standing beside them. I stepped in.
"What's going on?" I asked, a little cautious.
"Are you Paul Long?" One of the men in uniform asked, Chief Swan I recognised.
"Yes, I am." I said, furrowing my brow.
"You're father, if you could say that, is being arrested for abuse towards you and your mum, a neighbour had witnessed it and took pictures of the abuse." He stated, wrinkling his moustache.
"Oh…" I trailed off. It was a simple word, but it was all I could manage to squeeze out over the thoughts that swirled my mind.
I and my mum were free. Free to live our lives without this… creature to destroy my life.
In school, I was the bad ass kid, who had a reputation around school. But the truth was, it was a mask, I was really just a small child, afraid of his father and wanting some help- but I didn't want people to think of me as weak. I had to stay strong for my mother.
And now that he was gone… my life was easier, though he would still haunt me for the rest of my life. The days when he got drunk, abused me and my mum, or when he… he raped her and made me watch. I was strong boy, 18, but I was no match for my dad, he was like the heavy weight champion. It would always be wedged in my mind, until the day I died.
"Mr Long?" Chief swan asked, pulling me out of my daze.
"I'm sorry, what?" I grumbled.
"You're mum is not fit to look after you anymore, but you are a grown man. You can live under this roof if you can find a job, if not I will be sending you to live with your grandparents." He informed me as he lead the other two men and my dad out to the car.
Not once did he look back, and not once did I want to. I looked at my mum, she looked unhealthy. Not only did my dad abuse her but so did alcohol and drugs. I sighed. I was the only sane member in this family.
Chief swan came back after this. "Ma'am, we're going to have to take you to the hospital now."
I looked at her, my eyes filling with tears- no matter how much I hated my dad, I loved my mum, always. "Can I see her?"
"Yes son, you can visit her once a month, maybe more." He grumbled, obviously uncomfortable with the wide range of emotions.
"Can I hug her?" I asked as I stared at my frail mother, standing at the doorway of my livingroom.
"Yes you can son." He informed me before stepping to the side.
I quickly pulled her into my arms and hugged her tight, running a hand through her hair and sobbed into her shoulder. "I'll miss you ma."
"I'll miss you too sweetheart." She whispered and ran a hand up and down my back, kissing my head. "Remember I'm always here for you."
I just nodded my head, letting the tears run down my face. "I love you."
"I love you too sweety, I'll see you In a month okay? Stay strong for me!" She whispered as she pulled away, cupping my face and then kissing both of my cheeks.
I nodded my head again and muttered "I will ma. I'll find a job and everything. I'll do just fine."
She simply smiled, kissed my nose and then followed chief swan out the door. I watched her climb into his car and drive away before shutting the door and sitting on my staircase.
In a way this was for the best. I would be free of my dad, my mum will be under good care, and I could live my life. All I needed to do was find a job…
Okay first chapter is here, sorry it's quite short, but I just wanted to get some of the basics put in before Bella moved here! The story will probably really kick off next chapter, or the one after that! I just thought this was vital to put in! Hope you enjoyed it! Please review and add to your favourites! Thanks!