I am fat. I am disgusting. I am a whore. I am a slut. My father is right about all of these things. I deserved it. I was the reason my mother left us. If I were not such a worthless child, she would have stayed.
This is why I relish in every blow my father deals me. I deserve it; I truly do. Every time I forget to do the dishes, or ruin a meal, I deserve punishment. I do not understand why evil people like social service workers are trying to convert me to the devil's work. That is how my dad views it, I agree. They do not expect perfection. They do not see me, as I truly am, a worthless girl who forced her mother to run away.
"Do you know why you made me do this?" Charlie asked roughly, as he began to unzip his pants. I knew why. It was because I had forced mother to leave. If she had been here, I would not be needed to help him fulfill his needs. This was the third time he had done this to me. He said I reminded him so much of my mother it hurt him. I do not doubt him. I hate the way I look. I wish I were a different person. I wish I were not even a person.
I walked into school with foundation covering every beating my father gave me. I deserved though. It was a welcomed burden.
"Hello, how are you today?" Jacob asked smiling down on me.
We started the day like this. I always cringed. I was not worthy of friendship, but he showed up nonetheless. I knew Charlie would not be happy if he knew about Jacob. I would never blame Charlie, he said that I should not have friends because they would run, just like my mother. Honor thy father.
"Fine, you?" That was the extent of our conversation. Everyday it went like this. Jacob asked me how I was doing, I would respond only as much as I had to. He walked me to all of my classes, and let me sit with him and his football friends at lunch everyday. I made sure not to extend my welcome, I only spoke when spoken to, and I knew I was not worthy to have friends. Unfortunately, the devil made me want; it made me want something I was not good enough to have. I was glad to have Charlie to remind me that.
"Bella, I think you need some professional help," Jacob looked down concerned.
"Why?" I asked looking nervously, I was not about to be taken in by the devil.
"You have an eating disorder among other things," he said pointing to my body, "Do you think I don't see the way you are beaten? You need to go to child services,"
"No," I replied quickly I would not disobey Charlie. Honor thy father.
"Bella pleaseā¦" Jacob said warningly.
I ran into the girl's bathroom and slammed the door. I slowly sunk to the floor and wept. I knew Jacob; he was going to call child services even if I did not want him to. I know what would happen to Charlie. He would go to prison. The government did not agree with God's wishes. Honor thy father. An eye for an eye. I took away his love. I was to be punished not he.
With this revelation, I knew what I had to do. Honor thy father.
Jacob's POV
Bella skipped her next three classes, after I gave her the ultimatum. I had been pushing her to get help. I knew she was beaten, and I only wanted to help her. It pained me to see the girl look more like a skeleton walk in with bruises covering her body. I knew today was the day she would crack. She had to know her rationalization of her beatings was insanity. How could she blame herself for her mother leaving due to Charlie's beatings? My father used to be good friends with Charlie; until he found out, he beat Renee. Billy never condoned violence. I wanted to be like him, that is when I started working with Bella. She finally started to talk to me, and occasionally she would say hi to Jasper, my best friend, and the kindest football player on the team. I was walking past the bathrooms I had seen Bella dart in hours ago; I knew she went in to vomit. She always relied on bulimia when she was in a lot of stress. I heard a woman's scream, and I opened the woman's bathroom door. A pale blond woman was screaming her eyes out as a small brown haired girl dangled by her neck. Bella.
A/N: Please review. I have never written a dark piece before, and I am very curious about my ability or lack their of.
