A/N: I know, I suck for doing this, but I couldn't resist! I just want to let you know that I WILL complete all of my stories; this one will probably be completed first since it's easier to write and I already know what I want to happen. This story will be beta'd by '7 ace', Girl, I love you to death for putting up with my Grammatical issues!
The theme song for this story is; Christina Perri: 'Arms'. I have been listening to that song nonstop for the past week, and I just couldn't get this plot out of my head! The song might not make sense for this story yet, but it will once Edward comes along.
Anyway, here is the opener. Enjoy!
She winced in pain as she softly stroked the newly formed bruise on her back; made from the edge of the kitchen counter, forced on her by the hands of a drunken Charlie.
Though looking in a mirror, her vision was blurred by the tears, held back from the earlier altercation, for she wouldn't show her vulnerability in front of him. And especially in front of her.
Her mother who she loved so dearly. She always told her mother; "It's okay if Charlie doesn't love you, I love you enough for the both of us."
At that, her mother would break down. Mumbling her apologies to her daughter for not being strong enough, and asking God "Why?".
Of course, this wouldn't be in the presence of Charlie. The only thing good that could come of that is him knowing how the two women really felt.
Not that he cared.
Maybe he did at one point. But that point was lost; in the sea of dreams, goals, and happiness, in which the three used to live.
A 'family' that consists of a father -or sperm-donor, however you want it- turned alcoholic, angry, and abusive toward the only to people who gave a damn, and would put up with it.
A mother, who went from not being able to keep a smile off her face to not being able to keep the tears from her aged and tiresome features.
Finally there was the seventeen year old girl turned woman. Forced to mature at a young age, her teenage years were gone before she truly had a chance to enjoy them. The only innocence that remained was her virginity. Because even the 'father' couldn't be that low, though she wouldn't put it past him.
Though Isabella was living in hell on earth, she still held on to a thread of hope. Hope that things would get better, that there was 'no where but up from here'.
Whether that better place was in heaven or somewhere out of Washington, she didn't know, but it had to come soon.
One way, or the other.
Please, please, tell me what you think, so I know whether to keep going! Flame, love it, suggestions, Please review!
If you haven't listened to the song yet, you REALLY should!
Peace, love, and broken headboards!