An: This is my first fan fiction although many people ask you to go easy on them I ask the opposite you learn for your mistakes and how do you know your mistakes if they are not pointed out. This is rated teen however some chapters may become mature. Please read and enjoy I hope you like it. (New paragraph are generally a different point of view.)

Tormented soul by Kelliekinz

It's the last lesson of the day and I sat down in maths mindlessly doing my work. It was boring so I thoughtlessly pulled out a empty book out of my backpack and began to write.

My name is Isabella Marie Dwyer and today is the 28th October 2011 . You may of never heard of me, you may never meet me but and you most likely won't care about what happens to me. After all why should you I'm a "worthless piece of shit" according to my father Phil. There is one think you should know about me I can't wait to die… to many of you people who seventeen like myself that may seem harsh and drastic. But I have no reason to live.

"Isabella!"

My body involuntary flinched at the sound of my full name, Isabella means something is wrong and it is my fault.

"Isabella Dwyer please pay attention if I see you writing in that non regulation school book one more time I will confiscate it." Mr Darnel bellowed, an old cruel teacher with only patches of white hair on his almost bald head.

I looked up quickly moving the towards my chest and rapping my arms around it. Every pair of eyes in the room staring at me mocking and watching my every move. I could hear and the rest of the class sniggering at me. Mr Darnel was now standing directly in front of me I could smell his bad breath and could see his uneven yellow teeth, the years had not been kind to him. He began his attack grasping the opportunity to humiliate me. He had always disliked me and most of the class knew the reason why. I hard learned early on in the year not to anger this man as it would lead to trouble.

From the moment Mr Darnel had seen Isabella Dwyer he instantly recognised the resemblance between her and the women who haunts his dreams. He would call her out for just small mistakes like an incorrect sum if it was another child it would be no problem but he liked to penalise her.

I had learned to give him no reason to target me which I could tell irritated him to no end he would often makes sarcastic comments to the class referring to me as "perfect little Isabella" this could be viewed as a compliment but I knew better he always huffed with annoyance and the words were laced with sarcasm. The look on his face was the foulest his eyes were crazed he looked like a madman ready to kill. I always tried my best to go unnoticed. But today I was idiotic I have given him a reason to pick on me.

The problem had began many years ago Mr Darnel had once liked Isabella's mother in a romantic a obnoxious self-centred women she had rejected his advances. She had been only twenty at the time, not knowing her daughter would suffer from her actions. Although she would not care either way.

It was 1989 and a bright nervous young man had finally worked up the courage to ask out the barrier of his affection. Many men had fallen for her beautiful good looks, she was a heartbreaker. Behind her perfect exterior was a vain, selfish young women. The only things what mattered to her was money and appearances. She had not always been this way but one man changed her for the worst and she was long past the point of redemption. Little did this young man know of this women's ugly past and heartache. The young women Rheine no longer felt emotions, it was as if her heart was made of glass. She feed of the humiliation of others. After a particularly long and hard day she found a perfect outlet the bright young man Mr Darnel. It was a cold winters day in Arizona, and the young Rheine looked more ravishing than normal in a expensive designer dress. The beautiful black material clung to her body, the long flowing design made her legs look endless and her make up was done to perfection. She was sat in her regular Café with a few associates she liked to pretend were her friends. The young Darnel cleared his thought to get her attention. Rheine looked up from her seat at the man before her. He was not bad looking quite handsome in fact however his clothes were ragged and patched up were wholes had formed it was clear that he was not a wealthy man. Young Darnel politely offered Rheine his hand for her to shake while introducing himself.

"Good afternoon miss my name is…" he began before Rheine rudely interrupted.

"your name" she laughed. "Why on earth would I want to know the name of someone of your class. Look at you what did you think you could just come other here and talk to me!" her lips curved up into a wicked smile. While her eyes shouted daggers at the man. His friends had warned him, he never wanted to believe that someone so beautiful could be so horrid. His mouth was now wide open and he could not form a sentence, he had always been a shy person and had taken all of his courage to approach her. As if she had not got her point across she carried on her on slaughter. "I've seen enough of your type you like me don't you, then again who doesn't. I think you could do with a bit of a clean don't you girls? she asked while pointing at him.

"Yes" they all chorused back there eyes gleaming with excitement they all knew she held little patients especially for people whom had no confidence she liked to be commanded. Rheine leaned towards Darnel as if she was going to kiss him Darnel began moving towards her lips. Just before there lips would touch, she quickly pulled back and grabbed her cup of coffee throwing it over the young mans head covering him in scolding hot coffee which burned his scalp.

Rheine began to laugh sweetly and Darnels features began to mould a look distaste aimed at the one he naively once thought he loved. Darnel stood there bewildered as Rheine began to explain her actions.

"There that's much better I can no longer smell your dreadful odour. I would never speak to someone like you, let alone date you! You see darling I am beautiful I can have any man I want, do anything I want. You on the other hand are nobody." Rheine exclaimed.

Darnel learnt a valuable lesson that day don't judge people by appearances however instead of living by this lesson he became cruel and isolated. He vowed for that day one day he will get his revenge and to never allow anyone to make a fool of him again. Rheine's ice cold heart had corrupted the once bright, kind, young Darnel.

Darnel remembered this encounter everyday of his life. Every time he saw her daughter his anger amplified he wanted to make perfect little Isabella pay for her mothers mistakes. Little did he know the damage he would cause.

I could smell his terrible breath its odour a powerful garlic the type which makes you want to heave. Mr Darnel took advantage of the opportunity I gave him and was now stood in front of me. I knew my mother had once met Mr Darnel I just hoped she was not to harsh on the poor man.

"Rude just like your mother, obviously she couldn't teach you any manners as she possesses non herself. Stand up now!" he screamed the excitement in his face clear.

I was frozen to my seat I knew I need to stand up but my body refused to move.

He slammed his hand onto my desk the resemblance between this action and that of my fathers scared me the most. I instantly jumped to my feet. Sensing the danger, blood covered my cheeks I hated being the centre of attention no good every came from it I would rather just disappear.

"What's the matter Isabella do you not understand English, your just like your mother!"

The though of being compared to my mother caused me to shiver that was no compliment although I had inherited most of my looks from her I knew he was referring to her obnoxious personality. I tried to apologise not wanting to upset my teacher. "I'm sorry" I stuttered quietly. I had began twisting my bracelet round my wrist in an attempt to assure myself that this was no big deal.

"I'm sorry I did not quite hear that Isabella are you a mute?"

This caused the class to erupt in laughter and chatter, my head was dropped down and I was looking down at my desk I had learnt from an early age that eye contact made everything worse. It shows disrespect. I instantly wished he would stop calling me by my full name my mind was beginning to go into panic mode I began breathing slowing and counting one to ten in my head. My shoulders were hunched over and my grip on the book was now so tight it was a miracle it was not crushed into pieces.

"Look at me when I speak girl!" he screeched

I didn't understand I could feel the tears threatening to immerge. Why would he want me to look at him? Is it a trick so he could … I don't even want to think about the end to that sentence. The dreadful truth began to dawn on me he could give me a detention.

"That's it Isabella you have disrupted the whole class the there studies, detention tonight after school."

My voice became desperate I knew the consequences if I was late home from school. What Phil the man I called my father would do to me my brain was yelling at me to prevent it.

"Sir I'm sorry it wont happen again, please don't give me detention" I had spoken fast and my voice was high pitched. I didn't realise I was crying until I heard some loudly ask there friend. "Why she crying dude it's only a detention" a boy with blond her asked another boy.

In an attempt to wipe away the tears and stop crying I wiped my eyes on my arm and looked down at the floor.

Mr Darnel realised this was the only chance he would ever get at revenge or to forgive Rheine now Mrs Dwyer the irony being she had met the man who became her husband just an hour after there dreadful encounter. This was his last chance he new Isabella would not make a mistake again. Without a second thought he said the words which would change the course of Isabella Dwyer's life forever.

Isabella nervously waited for Mr Darnels reply to sink in while pulling at her bracelet harder than ever.

"I will ring your father myself and you will stay behind after the bell now sit down."

I dropped my book and quickly leaned down and shoved it into my back pack and sat back in my seat. Only one thought filled my mind and I should be happy because tonight I will get my wish. For some reason I only felt dread.

Thank you for reading. The next chapter will be up later today.