Hey guys! Just to clear things up here is a guide to the characters.
Rosalie is Bella's older sister
Jasper is Bella's older brother and Alice's BF
Alice is Bella's best friend
Edward is Bella's BF
Emmet is Bella's best guy friend, and Rosalie's BF
Charlie is Bella's a-hole dad
Renee is Bella's mom but she's dead
Esme and Carlisle are Edward Emmet and Alice's parents
I glanced at Rosalie over the breakfast table; her head was hung down in shame. Her hair formed a blonde curtain over her face, which was bruised and bleeding.
I glanced at jasper only to find him with his ipod headphones in his ears, completely lost in the music. I kicked him to get his attention. He looked up slowly and glared at me, I just nodded in Rosalie's direction. I watched jasper face turn to horror as he took in the cuts and bruises that covered our sister's face.
"Rose, I-" I threw him a look, knowing that when Rosalie was in this type of mood she shouldn't be bothered.
"Don't. Please, don't. Don't look at me like that! Bella, you of all people shouldn't pity me it's so much worse for you."
I flinched, Rosalie was right. She and jasper had both inherited my father's looks, tall, blond hair, blue eyes, and thin figure. My father was quite handsome when he was young, and both Rosalie and jasper were gorgeous. I took after my mother; brown hair, green eyes (A/N: I just couldn't make her eyes brown, and green eyes stick out so much, they're noticeable) I was short, with a heart shaped face, in other words, I looked exactly like my mother did.
My father hated this; every time he saw me he would accuse me of trying to look like my mother just to cause him pain. Sometimes he'd hit me, some times he'd yell and throw a tantrum, sometimes he'd find the closest thing he could and hurt me with it, sometimes- I winced, I would not think about that.
Once, I'd tried to die my hair black and wear brown contacts. My father then said I was trying to take the last thing he had that looked like my mother away from him. That night he broke 3 of my ribs, and I realized, I could never win.
Every time father lost control and hurt me; I'd slip into my room once I could move again. Jasper would be sitting on my bed, he'd hold me, and I'd cry. He just held me until I'd gotten all my tears out, and then he'd say, "You're the belle of the world". I remembered those same words coming from very different lips; my mother would say this, a play on my name.
I was brought out of my thoughts by Rosalie; "you don't think anyone will notice to much, will they?" she asked. I had plenty of practice with covering bruises with makeup, but there was one gash in the middle of her face that couldn't be covered.
"I can cover most of it, but this one-" I paused, pointing to the gash in the center of her forehead. "- this one I can't cover. You'll have to say you walked into a pole or something." the clumsiness of the swan family was famous throughout Forks. We'd all been clumsy in the early years, but later the clumsiness became nothing more than a part of the sharade we kept up. Usually I was the only one who needed excuses as I took most of the blows. Last night was one of the rare times he'd lost control and hit Rosalie.
"Ugh, I guess I'll have to". She sighed, "Bells are you okay? Father was pretty mad last night. Did you get hurt? Did he…"
Now, it was my turn to hang my head in shame: "I've got a few bruises on my stomach and back, but otherwise I'm fine". I down casted the pain I was in, hoping she wouldn't remember her second question.
"Bella" Rosalie said, "did he… well…" she let her voice trail off in a question.
I knew what she meant, did he… violate me? Rape me? "Yeah rose." I said quietly "he did."