Okay, hi… To those of the people who have read A Perfect Mistake, my other story, I told you I was going to write this! Only I changed things a teensy bit… Whatever! Let's get on with it!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight…Sigh…

Bella's POV

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!" Said a velvet voice cheerfully.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhn," I groaned, rolling over. "What time is it?" I managed to croak out.

"Same time as it always is. 5 in the morning! Now, come on, it's time for you to leave, Bella." The voice said forcefully. What happened to the cheerfulness?

"What about those eggs you were talking about?" I said with an innocent smile.

Pause right there. Right at this time, you are probably wondering what the hell is going on. Am I right? I thought so.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Isabella Swan, but you can call me Bella. I am 17 years old and a senior in high school. I live in Forks, Washington. Right now, it is winter break. School starts again in just one short day. Grr.

Now for the big question. Who is the guy with the velvet voice?

That is…Wait for it…Edward Cullen. Is he my boyfriend? Umm…No. You see, we have a screwed up thing going on here. He's 22…And he's a teacher. Oooh la la. He's pretty amazing…Back to the question at hand… Well, I call what we have here our 'Saturday Night Sleepovers.' Ha ha. Ahh. Basically, I give my dad some lame cover story (Not that he cares what I do anyway,) and me and Edward sneak of to the White Water Hotel. What do we do there? You can guess. We sleep alllllll night long.

And by sleep, I mean have sex. It may sound wrong to you, but whatever. We met at a bar about 3 months ago and I was very drunk and we worked out this weirdo plan! We even have rules…

Saturday Sleepover Rules

No public recognition. (Definition- When in public places, no talking to each other. In fact, if other people are around, we have no contact whatsoever.)

We spend the night, only if we wake up at 5-o'clock. (Definition- We can spend the night at the hotel if he forces me to wake up at an insane and ungodly time.)

Always use birth control (That one's pretty self explanatory, isn't it? Ehh…)

Yep, I did the definitions. Ha, aren't I just the smartest?

Oh! One more thing. This is the funny part! He doesn't know I'm 17! In fact, he thinks my name is Anabella Funk. (I was drunk, okay?) Looking back on it though, he was pretty stupid for believing that awful lie. He also think I'm 21… And majoring in musical technology in college. Pssssh. I don't have one musical bone in my body!

Well, I guess we should get back to what's currently happening in my twisted life.

"Don't be difficult, Bella." Edward scowled at me

"Fine, fine. Buh-bye, Eddie!" I gave a little wave and walked out to my car.

"Ah, there's my baby." I murmured, stroking the top of my car. I had a red 1986 Ford truck. It's my baby.

By the time I got home I had a feeling of dread spread over me, and all the adrenaline of the night before was gone. "ISABELLA SWAN!" I heard, and cringed.
"GET INSIDE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" This can't be good.

"Charlie…?" I ducked as a lamp came sailing over my head. That was a close call. "What's wrong this time?"

"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG? How can you even ask that you worthless little child!" I flinched at that. Even after years of horrible abuse and insults just like that, it still hurts.

It didn't always used to be this way… I have a faint memory of when I was just 4 years old. It was of Mom, me, and Dad, in the park, having a picnic. The sun was shining, the warmth affecting all of us. We were such a happy family…

And then Mom left. She just walked out on us. All she left was a note…

Charlie and Bella,

I'm tired of worthless family life.

I'm done being tied down.

Don't expect to ever hear from me again.

Renee

A tear rolled down my cheek. Life after that was never the same. Charlie blamed me for her leaving. He was angry all the time…He never took it out on me. Then he started drinking.

That's when the abuse started. The first time was my 6th birthday, and I wanted a pony. But when I came home from kindergarten, Charlie wasn't there. He stumbled in hours later, clearly drunk. He had a bottle in his hand when I saw him. "Daddy, what's wrong?" He didn't say anything. All he did was glare at me. "Daddy, where's my pony?" Apparently that pushed him off the edge.

"WHY WOULD I GIVE A LITTLE BITCH LIKE YOU A PONY? YOU'RE A FUCKING WORTHLESS CHILD THAT DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE IN THIS WORLD!" I was crying at that point. "Oh, what's the matter? Can't take it? Well, maybe that's why your mother left! Ever thought You weren't so precious after all? You were just a little menace! You're an unwanted mistake, Bella. That's all." That was when he smashed the bottle on my head.

There was blood, and lots of it. I was brought to the emergency room, and he claimed I got up on the counter and dropped a glass on my head. I needed 13 stitches, and I had a concussion.

Since then, I've been Charlie's anger source… And you see, that is why I have my time with Edward…He's the one person who doesn't know or care that my mom left and my dad hates me.

Except my best friend Alice, of course. And Rosalie. And her boyfriend, Emmet. Other than them, everybody is scared of me. I guess they think I'll blow up at them like my dad does at me…Or I'll start sobbing…Or they just don't know what to say…

But Edward doesn't know. Even Alice, Rose, and Emmet have their slip-ups. Edward just…Doesn't know. It's refreshing.

Back to reality. I trudged upstairs when Charlie was down ranting at me. My eyes started overflowing with tears almost immediately.

I don't understand why he takes everything out on me. I really don't. I'm the closest thing left to Renee, so you know, he should be grateful to me…

"It doesn't matter." I murmured.

The next morning my sense of dread was back, and stronger. I didn't know why, but I had a bad feeling about today.

I drove to school as slow as possible, trying to stall the inevitable. What the inevitable was, I wasn't sure of. All I knew was that this wasn't going to end well.

My first 3 classes went well. Alice and Emmet were in my first two, and Rosalie was in my third. I was heading to American History when all hell broke loose.

When the vice principal walked in I knew something was of. "Hello, class. I'm sorry to say that Mrs. Carlin has suffered from a terrible car accident and will not be back for the rest of the school year. But, the good news is we've found you a replacement teacher!" Uh-oh.

A familiar, tall, bronze-haired man walked in. "Hello, class, my name is Mr. Cullen."

Oh, shit.

And there you go! The first chapter! I really, really hope you liked it! Please review. I don't edit, so if I have grammar issues, don't get mad. I'm young.

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