Destroyed

Hey guys, this is the sequel to my story Broken. However, the summary will cover everything needed to know, so don't worry over it. I am pretty excited about this story even though it's obviously not a happy story considering the title and the title of the first part.

Summary:

Isabella Swan has had a rough life, starting with being abused before she was even 8. Finally, Bella is rescued by an angel and that angel delivers her straight to the Cullens. Well wasn't that a rollercoaster? In 3 months she was taken away from them being deemed unfit and unsafe. They never came back to rescue her, like they promised they always would.

Well now Bella is finally in control of her life. When the Cullens move back to the small town of Forks Bella decides she will not forgive them and she wants no part of them. But of course Edward isn't having any of that.

Edward Cullen is determined to pull Bella out of her bad girl reputation and behavior because he knows it is his fault in large for not letting his family get Bella back as a child. And lets face it, no matter how much Edward tries to ignore his feelings, he knows Bella is his. And he will not let her get away again, no matter how much she seems to hate him.

Bella's POV

Jacob slams into me, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning us. Laughter bubbles from his mouth, I smile hugging him back, only a little tense.

"Damn!" I tease as he puts me down. "Someone is happy to see me"

"The last two weeks have been the absolute worse!" He says seriously, walking me to my locker. "I was forced to be in suits" he spits. "And I was sober the WHOLE time."

"What the fuck!" I laugh loudly, ignoring the girls scurrying out of my way. "How did you do it?"

"I don't know, I try to block out painful memories"

I laugh softly this time, I knew that feeling. The first bell rang and kids rushed off in the direction of their classes. I took a drink from my flask, enjoying the burn in my stomach, at least it wasn't as bad as when I first started drinking. Jake drank from my flask before stuffing it back in my locker. The late bell rings, Jacob winks at me and I smirk. He turns and jogs in the direction of his first class. I walk slowly, not in any rush.

"Late on your first day of the new semester" Mr. Markis, my senior lit teacher, says, shaking his head.

"Okay!" I snap. "Do you feel better having got that off your chest?"

I storm off to my seat. Why is he even speaking to me?!

I put my head down and decide today is a good day to nap. As I'm dozing off I feel a hand on my waist, my entire body tenses and I glare up to see who it is. Of course it turns out to be Paul. He slides in the seat next to me.

"What it is Izzy" He murmurs.

I laugh and shake my head. I put my head back down and close my eyes because I knew I was safe with Paul. The same way I feel with Jake and the rest of the gang.

I hear my name being whispered in front of me and ignore Jessica's annoying, pitchy voice. As a freshman she tried so hard to join me in her little "clique" but I had always been too much, even for the mean girls of Forks High, well ex mean girls because no one is meaner than me. In the beginning of my Sophmore year the kids from the rez started coming here. And that's how I met up with my little crew.

Jake, Paul, Leah, Seth, Jared, Quil, and Sam and Emily, but they graduated last year. This was my year, as well as Jacob, Paul, and Jared's. Next year it would be Seth, Leah, and Quil.

We walk out of class together when the bell rings talking about our plans for tonight. The beginning of the day passed slowly but I was a little buzzed by lunch time from drinking.

"What are we doing tonight?" Seth asked.

"I want to get wasted" Jacob said from around his lunch.

"I'm down" I said easily. "We can do a bonfire on the beach and just chill. I'll stay over at either your house or your house" I said pointing to Paul and Jacob.

Jacob's eyes lit up hopefully. Everyone knew Jake was hoping I'd decide I want more than sex and friendship between us. But it was a waste of hope because that's never going to happen. Paul was just hoping that I stayed over because he loved the casual sex. I loved that they both had their own place now so there are no annoying parents around.

I felt eyes staring at me, but that was nothing new. Jake's leg brushed against my bare leg and I smiled flirtatiously. The pack, as we called them, were the only people's touch I could bare at this point in my life and it took a year to get that far.

"Come with me to the bathroom" Leah said to me.

I nodded, we are the only girls now that Emily graduated. In the bathroom I pulled out a cigarette as we looked over ourselves in the mirror.

I was wearing a back halter top that stopped right under my chest, the sleeves barely covered my shoulders. My mini skirt was short enough that bending over would show my entire ass. The outfit was topped off with a pair of bad ass combat boots. My hair, died jet black, stood straight down to mid back. I looked bomb!

The bell rang while we chatted and smoked. Our classes were right next to each other so we walked together, putting out our cigarettes so we didn't get in trouble again.

"So Bella, can I ask for some advice?" She asked nervously, in an uncharacteristic moment of vulnerability.

"Of course"

"What do I do about Quil?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I want more than just sex, like Jake wants with you"

"Does he want that too?" I asked. "Quil?"

"I don't think so, sometimes it seems like it and sometimes it doesn't"

"Alright, so push a little, drop hints. If he wants it you will know. But don't get your hopes up too high, you know how Quil is."

She nodded and slid into her classroom.

Biology is the only class I have by myself, and I sit by myself too because everyone was (rightfully) too scared to sit next to me.

I pulled out my sketch pad and continued a sketch I had been working on and touching up for 2 weeks, while I was between highs. I didn't draw while I was high or drunk because I couldn't concentrate on it.

I was adding color to my sketch now and my heart sped up as my fingers moved over and across the sketch. I didn't add color to the pale skin. Copper hair was wild at the top of the persons head, competely untamed. I didn't realize I remembered what he looked like enough to draw him in such great detail. Kids were talking loudly in my class about the new kids. I couldn't catch their names.

"Bella" I heard a gasp.

I colored fevorishly. Black eyes stared at me from my sketch, the mouth set in a grim line. The muscles in the face were tense, like I was about to be screamed at. This is how he looked the last time I saw him.

A hand touched my shoulder and my entire body tensed again. The entire class fell deadly quiet. I looked up into shocked, hazel eyes, so much prettier than the eyes I drew. I slammed my colored pencil down and jumped from my seat, effectively moving his hands off of me.

"Don't fucking touch me" I barked.

He stiffened and looked more hurt than shocked, but only for a second. His eyes shifted to my now complete sketch.

"Isabella, watch your language" The teacher said seriously.

"FUCK YOU" I flipped him the finger.

I grabbed my stuff and shoved it back into my bag. My breathing sped up and I was practically panting.

He can't be here, especially not my age. That's impossible! He isn't here, he can't be. What the hell is going on? I hate you, I wanted to yell at him. I hate your whole family.

Am I having a panic attack?

I turned and stormed out of the room, trying to get my breathing in control and failing. I practically ran to my motorcycle and started it up. Without a second thought I sped off to LaPush.