Thanks to my amazing beta, 'thedemonoftwilight' this chapter has been re-edited
(Chapter 2) 0o Bella's Point Of View o0
Instead of being awakened by a horrid nightmare, my peaceful sleep was disturbed by a hand slapping me across my face, thus, causing my eyes to flash open, only to be met with the face of my very angry 'father'.
"Get up, you lazy, good for nothing, piece of shit!" He yells, face disorientated with pure fury and hatred.
Fear and adrenaline suddenly pumped through my veins as I tried to scrambled of of bed, only to get thrown to the attic floor (A.K.A. my bedroom) by my hair.
My whole body throbbed with pain, especially my head, as I tried to figure out why Charlie is suddenly so abusive. This normally doesn't happen unless I do something wrong...oh no!
Shit! Shit! Shit!
I forgot all about dinner! Charlie always gets very angry if a meal wasn't on the table by the time he got home!
My thoughts were interrupted by Charlie punching me right in the centre of my stomach, making me cough as air escaped my lungs. I tried to block or dodge his hits and kicks, but I stopped when his steel capped boot suddenly came crashing down onto my wrist.
"AAAAHHHHH!" I shrieked in pain and agony, all other emotions blocked by the intensity of the fire and pain.
He then put more pressure on my wrist, making me scream louder. My head throbbed and my wrist hurt as I saw black spots littering my vision. I could feel the dizziness starting to overwhelm me as I started to fade into unconsciousness.
But all that disappeared when I heard a sickening crack of a broken bone next to me. It took me about ten seconds to realise that that noise came from my wrist, the wrist that he broke with his boot. I tried to scream, to release all the pain and agony, but nothing came out of my mouth. Instead, my face was paralysed in a silent scream of pain and terror.
My mouth dried as my vocal cords stung with a slight burn. Nothing could describe the agony I was in. I felt like boiling hot lava was encasing my whole arm as my whole body was being stabbed by a million knives.
Charlie released my wrist as I immediately backed away from him, pulling my legs to my chest, curling up in a ball, cradling my broken wrist as I rocked back and forth, trying to ignore the burning fire on my arm.
Charlie sneered at me before turning his back to me and making his way to the door. But just before he gets there, he abruptly turned around, upper lip lifted into a feral snarl.
"Next time, I want my dinner ready on the kitchen table before I walk through the front door, you little whore!" He growled, eyes dancing with evilness and satisfaction, with a hint of a smirk on his lips.
Bastard!
But I didn't voice my opinion, afraid to get my other wrist broken.
"Do you understand?!" He snarled menacingly, eyes almost popping out of his head.
"Y..y..y..yes," I stuttered out in pain and fear.
"Good," was all he said before walking out of the attic and closing the door, sliding the dead bolt across before stomping down the stairs.
A breath of relief escaped my lips as I dragged myself onto my bed, right before blackness overwhelmed me and I succumbed into the darkness.
