Chapter 1
A/n – I apologise for any spelling or grammar mistakes. This is my first story I hope you enjoy it please review so I know what to improve on.
"Isabella!" I heard my father screech as he stormed through the front door swaying slightly he was obviously drunk.
"Yes sir?" I replied trying to keep the shakiness out of my voice. My father James was always a violent drunk and as time goes on he seems to be violent even when he's not drunk. I have only lived with him for 6 long weeks and I already know that he is nothing more to me than a nightmare.
"Now that you live in my house you will abide by my rules. You have been here for 6 weeks and have done nothing to please me. I expect dinner on the table at 6:00 o'clock every night before I finish work. I expect my house to be kept clean and tidy and I don't want any back chat are we clear?" he demanded in an authoritative voice. I knew not to mess with him when he used this tone so I nodded my head mutely.
At this James slapped me hard across the face making me lose my balance and stumble backwards a few steps, luckily there was a wall there to stop me from falling over.
"Answer me properly girl." He roared.
"Y-yes sir" I stammered out.
"Good now get out if my sight."
With that said I scrambled to my feet and shot up the stairs as fast as I could. I really wanted to get away from James quickly.
I ran into my bedroom and closed the door quietly behind me. As I turned around I looked at my room and sighed to myself, James wouldn't even let me have all of my belongings here. My room was really small and was a typical midnight blue colour on all my walls there was a small single bed on the far side of the room, and a bed night stand at the side of the bed with a small reading lamp and alarm clock. I had a chest of draws on the opposite side of the room with the clothes I owned in them. James made sure I have a range of clothes so that it won't raise suspicion about what James does to me and this will keep anyone from asking why I always wear the same clothes and will also protect James' dirty little secret. I also had a medium side wardrobe just behind my door which didn't have any clothes in but it had a few items in there which I deeply treasured but we'll get to that later.
I walked over to my bed and stripped out of my clothes and put a pair of comfortable lounge pants and tank top on and lay down in bed. I opened the top drawer of my bed night stand and took out the only picture I have of my biological mother. Looking at the picture brought tears to my eyes. It was a picture of me and my mum at the beach she was smiling happily and looking down at my 3 year old self with so much love in her eyes that it made the tears that had gathered in my eyes to spill over the edge. We looked so happy and it was shocking to see how much things could change within 8 short weeks.
"I miss you mum, I can't survive this on my own" I whispered whilst looking down at the picture.
I remember when I used to be a simple care free child with no real worries to be bothered about and now all that has changed. Let's start from the beginning.
My name is Isabella Marie Swan and I am 17 years old. I lived in phoenix up until 6 weeks ago. I lived with my mum and her new boyfriend Phil who she was set to marry in a few short months. We were your typical happy family until that one fateful night. I remember it as clearly as if it was yesterday. I was sat on the couch watching my all-time favourite movie Titanic enjoying an empty house as my mum and Phil had gone out for the night, when a knock sounded on the door. I frowned wondering who was knocking on the door; usually we didn't have many visited. None the less I got up and made my way to the door I opened it to come face to face with 2 solemn looking police officers and this confused me because I didn't know what was going on.
"Hello officers what can I do for you?" I replied politely. The officers exchanged a glance before turning back to me.
"Isabella swan?" I first officer questioned me, I nodded my head to let them know that I am Isabella Swan and so they continued and what they said brought my whole world crashing down around me.
"Isabella I am so sorry to inform you but you mother and her partner were involved in a very severe car crash a few hours ago and I am sorry to be the one to tell you this but they died immediately from the impact of the other car. The other driver also died on his way to hospital. We are so sorry for your loss Miss Swan is there anything we can do to help you, perhaps call a friend or family member?" the first officer suggested but I just shook my head still trying to get over the initial shock at finding out my mum and Phil had died but I couldn't it was too overwhelming. The officers offered me their condolences before turning around and heading towards their police car which was currently parked in my drive way where my mums car should be.
I turned around and shut the door before sliding down the door and curling into the fetal position and sobbing my eyes out. My heart kept on clenching and was breaking even more by the minute. I couldn't understand how no more than a few hours ago I had waved goodbye to my mum and now I was never going to see her again. The thought alone was too painful for me to bare.
The funeral was a week later and after that was finished I spent one last night in my mum's house before I would catch a plane to forks to live with my father.
That was 6 weeks ago and those past 6 weeks have been nothing but verbal and physical abuse.
I just hope that tomorrow I don't draw any attention to myself. Tomorrow is my first day at my new school and I really don't want to stand out because I am the new student and everyone will be staring at me all day and I really don't like to be the centre of attention but I suppose it can't be helped.
I know that once I get to the school I am going to be the centre of attention and even if I do make friends I won't be able to tell them about the abuse because they won't be able to protect me and I can't involve them in case they get hurt, that would be very selfish of me. No one will be able to get me out of there because they will be hurt in the process; little did I know that forks had people who would be able to save me living here.
