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Bella POV.
I had been at my care home 7 years today. My Father left me on the door step 7 long years ago. Jessica Stanley had taken me in at the age of 10. One more year and I would be free to leave, live my life and find my Father. A sigh escaped my lips. I lay on my small bed sketching the features of a mid-height man, his face half shadowed, with intense eyes and perfect cheek bones. His bright blonde hair neatly gelled in place. Under the picture, as always, I wrote his name… Carlisle Cullen. The sketch was one of my Father. I must have drawn him a hundred times, but I couldn't seem to stop. I remember him perfectly. My mind jolted to life and images of the night he left me streamed into play…
"Bella love…" Dad looked down at me with sad eyes as the car came to a stop outside a huge building with the words, 'Stanley's Care Home' printed across the arched doorway. The building seemed to be lifeless and waves of sadness erupted from it. It was wide and tall. The building was grey and old, it looked as if it could fall at any second.
"Yes daddy." I replied.
"I need you to stay here for a while" He whispered his face half in shadow. The Dim street lamp flickered slightly.
"OK daddy. Is it all for us?" He dropped his gaze and lines formed on his head. He sighed as moisture glistened in his blue eyes.
"No hunnie. You will be living here with other children." He tried to smile but the attempt failed. I opened my car door and pulled out my bag. I stood staring into the car waiting for my father to also emerge.
"Come on Daddy." I huffed. His eyes turned liquid and diamond water leaked from his eyes.
"No Bella I am not coming. You will be living here. I am going away." I stared at him horror struck.
"B…B…But Daddy. How long?"
"Forever." Tears welled in my eyes. He was leaving me. Didn't he love me? What did I do?
"Why Daddy? I promise to be good. Please stay. I won't ask for any more toys." I desperately pleaded.
"It's not that Bells" He huskily replied.
"Don't you love me any more?" My eyes settled on the pavement below me as salt water fled from them.
"I will always love you Bella. But you have to stay here."
"NO!" I screamed at him. He lent across the car slamming the door shut.
"Bella go inside."
"NO!" I screeched. At this I herd the front door of the building behind me open and the light from within shone onto the concrete. A shadowed figure stood tall blocking parts of the yellow rays.
"BELLA NOW!" He roared. His voice strangled in pain. I shuddered away from his shout. He never shouted at me, ever!
"No." I growled through gritted teeth. He whispered something very low. It sounded like he said "sorry" The car engine revved and the tires let out a high cry. Then the car flew out of site. I stood frozen on the pavement. Moments later a woman with chestnut brown hair put her hand on my shoulder and whispered,
"It's OK love. I'm here. Come on lets get inside." A warm smile grew on her face as she led me into my Fatherless future.
The door of the dorm flew open, interrupting my painful memory, and in walked Angela Weber and her posse, Kate and Tanya. She strutted down the isle of beds and stopped at the head of mine.
"Still drawing Daddy are we Cinder-Bella." She sneered. Giggles hissed from Kate's and Tanya's lips.
"Give it a rest Angela." I huffed, closing my sketch book and gathering my pencils.
"Aww does Bella miss her Daddy that didn't want her" She cooed in a high voice, fluttering her long eye lashes.
"At least my Father left me somewhere safe. Not abandoned in the middle of a wolf infested forest to die." I growled. Her eyes widened at my insult and then glazed into a hard anger filled glare.
"My father left me for my own safety. Your's left because he didn't want you."
"You don't know my Father" I hissed through gritted teeth.
"Whatever" She sighed and then she outstretched her arm and poured the cup of water she was holding all over my bed. Soaking my pencil set, sketchbook, diary and Wuthering Heights book.
"So sorry, I tripped" Angela said sarcastically. At that point I snapped. I threw myself at her latching into her hair tugging and scratching at her scalp. Screams erupted from her but I continued to punch and claw at her. Finally we were pulled apart by a agitated Miss Stanley.
"What's going on here?" She shouted disgust obvious in her voice.
"Bella just lunged at me for no reason. Crazy Bitch!"
Miss Stanley looked at me shocked.
"Bella is this true?" she asked.
"Yes but…"
"…But nothing" she growled "There are no excuses for violence. You will single handily wash all the dishes and mop the canteen after dinner. Is this clear?"
"Yes." I sighed. There was no use fighting. It would only make things worse. I looked up to see Angela's smile stretched smugly from one ear to the other, blood trickled from her lip. The blood made me feel dizzy and the metallic smell hurt my head but it brought me pleasure to think I had inflicted it.
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Dinner arrived and left and after pudding I walked tiredly into the kitchen to for fill my punishment. Thoughts swan through my mind and pictures of my Father racked my skull. My fingertips started to wrinkle as small salty tear ran down my cheeks. Someone entered the Kitchen startling me; it was the caretaker, Mike Newton. A young lad with strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was attractive don't get me wrong. But he didn't appeal to me in the slightest. Mike didn't seem to catch on to this vibe.
"Oh Hey Bella. I didn't see you there." He said huskily.
"Hi Mike" I replied.
"So Bella what did you do this time?" He asked dropping the full bin liner he was carrying and walked towards me until he stood right beside me. Oh god.
"Punched Angela." I bluntly stated
"Nice" he swooned.
"Yeah." I sighed.
"So you've been a bit of a bad girl haven't you Miss Cullen." Mike said as he removed a stand of hair from my face and tucked it behind me ear. A flirty smile playing on his lips. I turned to face him.
"Mike…" I sighed. Then before I could finish his lips where hard on mine. I stopped frozen. His warm lips crushed against my own and a moan escaped him. He slowly pulled away. He looked into my startled eyes.
"What's up babe?" He whispered. Then with all my might I slapped him. His hand flew to his reddening cheek.
"Bitch!" He shouted. Then with a quick pace he walked out the back door with his bin liner slung over his shoulder. The room grew cold and when I turned back to face where Mike had left and saw the door left wide open. My heart pranced. An exit! This was my time to find my Dad. To escape this prison and be with him. The dish I was holding slipped from my hand and shattered into a million pieces on the stone floor. Then without any second thought or a look back I ran through the open door of freedom.
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