I sat in my truck and listened to my ipod.
The music was blaring and I felt so at peace.
The lyrics were so close to my life that I almost cried.
Everyone had me pegged as picture perfect.
I come from Phoenix, Arizona, where I stayed with my mother, and then moved to Forks, Washington- where I am currently located- to live with my father.
I was apparently beautiful, though I didn't see that in any mirror that I have ever possessed.
I thought about the huge lie that was my life, Edward thought that I was his angel, when really I was the demon of this story.
Charlie thinks I'm his perfect daughter who gets good grades and doesn't respond to boys the way normal "hormonal teenagers" do.
When I lived in Phoenix, life was going great, until my mother, Renee, married my current step father, Phil. Phil seemed great until I was about fourteen.
Since my being thirteen, I had started to realize the changes occurring in my body, on the inside, and out.
Unknown to me, so had Phil.
One night whilst I was doing the dishes, Phil came charging in about where Renee had gone. I told him that she must have been gone getting the groceries.
He didn't believe me, he said that I was a little whore, and that I was probably just covering up for my whore mother.
After that I had shoved him as hard as I could into the kitchen counter, "DON'T YOU DARE CALL MY MOTHER A WHORE!"
I could take insults about myself, but not my close family.
He shoved me back, viciously, much harder then I had been able to, I hit my leg against the coffee table and that sent him over the edge.
He began kicking me in the ribs, the knees, and the face.
When he was finished he pulled my face up to the level of his, making my feet leave the ground.
I felt my hairs pulling out as he held it all in his rough, callused hand.
"Bitch, if you tell anyone, I won't just be beating you," he walked out of the room, once he was completely out of hearing distance, I painfully crawled to my room.
I cried myself to sleep. I woke up in the morning to see Phil, lying cozily next to Renee on the couch, it was as if nothing had happened, or it was normal what he had done to me. Or it just wasn't important…
I was brought back to reality by a shadow coming through my truck window.
"Bella, what's wrong?" my angel was always worried about me.
"Nothing Edward, I was just thinking about……. Our Biology homework……"
I trailed off and my voice turned into a mumble.
Just as I told this lie a song on my ipod started up…
EVERYONES A LET DOWN
IT JUST DEPENDS ON HOW FAR DOWN THEY CAN GO!
In every circle of friends there's a whore,
The one who flirts and does a little more
But who's to say
This is a social scene anyway
And everybody wants to explore the new girl
Caught up in her own hard liquor world
But liquor doesn't exist in my world
But liquor doesn't exist in my world
As soon as the first verse had started, I froze.
Edward looked at me frightened at my panicked expression.
This was my song.
The song that always made me look at my pocket knife.
I looked at my pocket quickly and then regretted it.
"Bella, you're scaring me."
He had definitely noticed me look at my pocket.
I hoped that he would just drop it- that was what I was hoping for.
He looked at me oddly for a moment, but said nothing.
I was screaming on the inside…. I needed my blade….
This was the song, the song that was playing when I snapped.
If you lie you don't deserve to have friends,
If you lie you don't deserve to have friends
If you lie you don't deserve to have friends
If you lie…