Hey Everyone! I hope you have all enjoyed my stories so far, Almost Impossible, Promise to Smile, and Living Loving Breathing Together. This one is a new one, that I decided to write after seeing a movie about child abuse. I thought it could be a cool story line. I'm almost absolutely sure that this story will end happily, so never fear! I know it's sad, but it's worth it in the end, I think. So here it is, and I hope you like it! It's B+E POV's. I do not own Twilight or any of the characters in this chapter!! And the names and characters Lily and James belong to the lovely J.K Rowling :)
EPOV
(Huntsville, Alabama)
I came down the stairs, hoping to catch a glimpse of my father before he left for work, but instead saw nothing. Nothing but the tacky curtains and stained couch, the old TV and neglected magazines. I sighed, and my mind spun, a flashback filling my head.
I sat at the kitchen table, my plump baby hands in front of me, playing with a few wooden blocks. I stacked them as high as they could go, before knocking them down again. I giggled halfheartedly, sighing as I built them up once more. A scream echoed through my small house, causing me to flinch, my eyes tearing up. Not again. My mother flew down the short staircase, my father hot on her heels. She carried a suitcase into the clothing strewn living room, of which I had a clear view, and started throwing fabric in haphazardly. My father shouted loudly, scaring me with each accusation.
"What do you think you're doing, Lily?!!" he yelled angrily, throwing himself at my mother. She swung her long red hair around, dodging him. "Lily, stop or else!!" he yelled again, this time almost catching her.
"Fine, you slut. Go, leave me, leave Edward." I closed my eyes. Mama would never leave me.
"James, I can't do it anymore..." she whispered, pausing to look my father in the eyes.
"Do what, Lily?" he screeched, his face red with anger.
"Live like this. This isn't what I wanted. Not for me, not for Edward."
"What are you saying?" asked my father, fuming.
"I'm depressed James, can't you see it? Nothing is the way it used to be. I wake up every morning and wonder why I'm here, what am I doing? I look at you, and Edward, and wish I could live the life I made for myself. But I can't James, I just can't anymore." she said quickly, tears streaming down her face.
My father stuttered, not knowing what to say. Tears now wet my face as well, I didn't understand, I was only three.
"Lily...don't leave me...please." my father whispered, every trace of anger gone from his eyes, they now showed only hurt and love. Love for my mother.
"I'm sorry, James." she said firmly. No. I couldn't let her do it. I ran as fast as my baby legs could carry me, racing towards her. "Damn, he saw me." she said, wiping her tears. I tugged on the leg of her dark jeans.
"Mama, where are you going?" I asked her, unable to contain my tears now.
"Edward honey, please don't cry..." she whispered, pushing her bronze hair out of her face.
"Mama...don't leave again." I said quietly, looking down at my bare toes.
"Sweetheart, I have to go." she said abruptly. She pushed me away from her, and the distance between us only grew larger as I dropped my clutching hands. She grabbed her suitcase, and fled, looking back only once on us, her jade green eyes sorry.
"Mama..." I whispered as she closed the door behind herself. My father screamed in rage, and tore open the door once more, screaming after the car, as it drove down the road, over the speed limit.
"Screw you, Lily! Leave me with the baby! He's good for nothing! Take him with you! I don't want him!" he yelled, about me. I sobbed, and broke apart. No one wanted me, no one ever would. My Mama had left me, she didn't care. My Daddy looked at me angrily, violence in his almost black eyes. Why me? I had no one.
I winced at the painful memory, and entered the quiet kitchen, the same kitchen where I had once stacked blocks. That was 11 years ago now. 11 years since mother left us, and I was abandoned here with my father. My now 14 year old self bent over to grab the cereal, and gasped in pain. I lifted up my shirt, to see purplish black bruises, dotting my stomach and abs, throbbing painfully. I poured myself a bowl of cornflakes, and sat down at the table, munching them lazily. In a way, I was thankful my father had already left for work, knowing that if he had been here, I probably would have received a couple of extra bruises, and I really didn't need that right now. But a part of me longed to see him every morning, foolishly hoping he would be nice for once, give my a pat on the back, and laugh about the articles in the paper, like normal dad's. I sighed, laughing darkly at myself. Who was I kidding? He had probably left drunk anyways, I thought, glancing at the empty bottles cluttered on the counter. I washed my now empty cereal bowl, and made my way back upstairs, it was Saturday, I had nothing to do. Fortunately, my father worked weekends at the warehouse. I walked into my room, and caught a glimpse of my dismal reflection, staring at me from the mirror. Messy, bronze hair and green eyes, high cheekbones and relatively pale skin, dotted with cuts and healing bruises. Sighing, I flopped down on my bed, wincing at the pain in my stomach, and fell back asleep.
BPOV
(Forks, Washington)
I rose slowly out of bed, and rubbed my eyes. Saturday, finally. No school! I thought happily, and bounced down the stairs in my sweatpants.
"Morning, Dad!" I said cheerily, and sat down opposite him at the kitchen table.
"Morning, Bells." he greeted me, his eyes on the paper in front of him. I yawned and curled a piece of my hair around my finger, humming a melody. My stomach gurgled, and I sighed, standing up reluctantly to grab myself some breakfast. I was going to see Alice today, I thought joyfully, smiling at the thought of seeing my best friend. It was a happy sort of day today, and I knew exactly why. Yesterday there had been a party. Yesterday I had been at the party with Mike Newton. Yesterday Mike Newton had kissed me. I glowed at the thought. My first kiss, and I had only been 14. I had been kissed before Rosalie for heaven's sake! I didn't plan on telling Emmett about my kiss, he would surely seek Mike out, and I didn't like the thought of Emmett's brawn against Mike's still developing muscles. I wondered when he would get around to kissing Rose. He wanted to, that's for sure, and she wanted to, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it, it was sad really.
Emmett was my twin brother, my other half in most ways. We shared everything, and did almost everything together. Just then, he came waltzing down the stairs, and sat himself down in my recently vacated spot.
"Em! That was my spot!" I complained jokingly.
"Sorry Bells, you snooze, you lose!"
"But I'm not snoozing, I'm getting breakfast for your information, and come to think of it, I don't think I'll offer to get you any!" I said smugly, smirking at my brother.
"Fine, I can get it faster than you anyway!" he said, launching for the cereal I had been about to grab. His hand closed around it, and he pulled it out of my reach. "HAH! Told you, Bella!" he said, looking smug.
"Fine, you win." I grumbled, sitting down in a different spot, as he poured me a bowl of cheerios.
"As usual!" he said, chuckling. I stuck out my tongue at him, and dug in to my breakfast. Dad got up slowly, stretching.
"I have to go into work today, kids." he told us. "Officer Berkley wants some work done." Emmett and I nodded, our mouths full of cheerios. "Be good, okay?" he told us, giving us a stern look. I rolled my eyes, what trouble could we possibly get into, it was Forks for heaven's sake.
"Yes, Dad." I promised none-the-less, knowing he worried. Em just nodded tiredly. Dad locked the door behind him, and I brought my bowl to the sink, shuffling my feet.
"What you up too today, Bells?" asked Emmett.
"Going to see Alice, you?" I asked him back, hoping he would say he was hanging out with Rose, maybe then he would kiss her...but no.
"Going to the beach with Jazz." he replied casually, imitating my motions with his bowl, and bouncing up the stairs to his bedroom. I checked the clock hanging above the stove, and figured I had better get ready as well, Alice would be here in half an hour, and I was guessing she wouldn't be a minute late. I headed upstairs, and looked out the window, rainy as usual. I sighed, and decided to stay in my cozy sweats. I pulled on a plain purple t-shirt, and brushed my chocolate hair, so that it was somewhat presentable. Sure enough, as soon as I was ready, the doorbell rang, and I rushed down the stairs to greet Alice. I caught a glimpse of the clock, she was 15 minutes early…how odd. I opened the door, and it wasn't Alice I saw staring back at me, it was Rosalie, her golden locks somewhat damp from the rain.
"Rose! Why are you here?" I asked curiously, although I already knew the answer.
"Your big teddy of a brother, of course!" she told me, shaking her head. I smiled, and let her in.
"He's hanging out with Jazz today...dunno what they're doing..." I informed her, and she nodded.
"I know, we just need to talk." she said, smiling somewhat halfheartedly. Talk? It couldn't be anything too bad, I assured myself. Emmett and Rose had been infatuated with each other since grade 4, flirting and goofing around since age 9. I smiled, remembering those days. Our little group had been close, even then. Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, and myself. We had met in kindergarten, connecting somehow, and had been best friends ever since. I gave Rose a quick hug, and watched her disappear around the corner to find Emmett. As I sat down at the kitchen table to wait for Alice, I heard Emmett's big booming voice as he registered Rose's presence, and her giggle.
"ROSIE!" he shouted, and I shook my head, laughing. The doorbell rang again, and this time, I knew it was Alice. I opened it wide, and admitted her inside. She shook out her short, pixie-like hair, and smiled.
"Hey Bella!" she chirped, hugging me tightly around the waist. I responded with the same enthusiasm, chuckling.
"Ali! I have so much to tell you!" I told her, thinking of Mike.
"Oh Goody! Girl talk!" squealed Alice. I harrumphed.
"Well…yeah I guess…but do we have to use that term?" I asked grudgingly.
"Bella, when are you going to realize you're a girl?!" she asked me exasperatedly.
"Alice I'm pretty sure I know I'm a girl." I told her, rolling my eyes.
"I mean a girl who likes shopping and stuff!" she complained. I chuckled.
"Well, I do live with Emmett." I said, and she smiled, tugging me out the door. "Bye Em!" I yelled back at my brother, signaling that I was going.
"See Ya Bells." He said lazily. Alice pulled me the rest of the way out the door, and I shut it behind us.
"Where too Ali?" I asked her, and she put a small finger to her forehead, thinking.
"My house?" she asked, and I smiled, I was always happy to see Mrs. Brady. She had been my mother in many ways since my own had died when I was 6, and not to mention the fact that she made excellent lasagna, I thought to myself.
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