I do not own twilight.
Hi. My name is Bella and nothing about my life is normal.
I live on the Makah reservation in Washington and my dad is the resident drunk. An old chief of police and divorced from my whore of a mother. Yeah. My life sucks. I'm seventeen and still a virgin. Not that my dad believes me. The one date I ever went on was with a white guy who tried to date rape me. Not my best moment. So I'm taking a break from dating. Guys period. Not that the guys around here understand that. Especially Darren. Ugh! I hate him so much. Him and his little gang always running around and causing trouble. Oh sure, they say they help the community but seriously? They just run around harassing everyone that they can get a rise out of. I for one am sick of it.
En en en ennnn. The sound of my alarm clock jars me awake. Oh sweet beautiful morning. Five a.m. I get up and start to make myself some breakfast. I don't make my dad any because he won't get in till around 7. Always sleeping over at some poor besotted women's house. I don't know what it is about the old fool but he draws in women like...well. I don't know. He just does. It's really annoying to know that your father has fucked half the population of your reservation. And not only is he a drunk, he's a mean drunk. He likes to hit and hit hard. I've been to the hospital a lot because of him. Two concussions, a broken collarbone, dislocated shoulders, numerous amounts of broken bones and don't even get me started on my ribs. Those things hurt like a son of a bitch. You might ask why I put up with his shit, but the truth is I can't do anything about it. At least not until I turn 18. Believe me when I say I've tried to get away. I have. I honestly have but I always get drug back. Most of the time by Darren the jackass. See, the whole reservation knows that I'm a punching bag. Everyone knows, and I'm sure that there are nice people that have tried to do something about it but it always gets brushed over. Why? Because my dad is the Chief of the reservation. Yeah. I know. My life sucks dick.
That's why no matter how hard I try I can't get away. But not for long. I'll be 18 in three days and when those three days are up? I'm out of here.
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I slam my locker and sling my backpack over my shoulder. Today was the last day of school. I'm officially done with Highschool. Which is a relief. Tonight they have the graduation ceremony and I'll get my diploma. Then there will be two days left.
Fast forward to when I get back home. I walk. Everyday. Because I don't have a car. Anyways I step inside and right off the bat I freeze. Shit. Dad's home. I step in the kitchen and to get upstairs I have to walk through the living room. I sigh and step forward.
A/N: this story came to me a while ago and I decided to post it but just to let you know this is my back burner story. It will not be updated everyday and I can't guarantee that I can even update it weekly. But just as well I hope you like it.
