Hey guys it' s my first fanfic so please be comprehensive. And excuse my spelling and grammar , English is my second language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight
Finally. I'm home. I just rented this new apartment and it's great. Even better, it's all mine!
My name is Isabella Swan. Yeah I know it sucks. It sounds like a Barbie name but I didn't get to choose my name. I bet a lot of people don't like their names. Anyway, I' m 20 years old and I just got out of my mother's house.
I've lived with her in California since I was a toddler and I guess she didn' t expect it to be so hard to raise a child. Before that, she lived with my Dad who paid a part time nanny. My Mom left him because he was being abusive to her. After she started living on her own, she realised it was a lot of responsibilities to take care of a child. But she was quite good, can' t blame her on that side.
But things got bad when she realised that since she got away from my father, she didn't have anybody in her life. So she started dating men, living me, an 8 year old little girl, alone at home. Then, she would come back drunk and have sex with those men. It got worst when she met Phil. He was a real son of a bitch. But she fell head over hills in love with him and three months after they started dating, he asked her in marriage. She, of course, said yes.
After the marriage, he came to live in our house. It then became their house. When she was not around, he would make disgusting comments on my body. I told her everything. She declared that I was jealous and that I should stop lying.
When I was about 16, the comments stopped and turned into lustful stares. The kind that send shivers down your spine. I decided it was time to work to save some money just in case it got out of hand. And I did work: waitress, cashier, sales clerk babysitting and even dogsitting. By the time I was 20, I saved quite some money. I also went to college to become a vetenary assistant.
One evening, after my shift at the supermarket, when I arrived at home, Phil tried to rape me. I managed to get away and lock myself in my bedroom. My mom wasn't home. When she came back, I told her what happened and she decided to confront Phil. He denied, claiming that I tried to seduce him and that when he pushed me away, I got angry and invented this story. Classic.
She believed him of course. So I told her that she had to choose between him and me. I already knew the answer but I wanted to be sure. She chose him. Two days later, I found a job and an apartment in Chicago, far amay from them. I moved out immediatly.
So here I am in this new apartment, alone, unloved but still quite happy.
So... How was it? I know it wasn't very funny but it's just the beginning. Please send me a review to let me know what your thinking. :)