CHP 2

I ran out of the music room without saying goodbye to Edward and ran to my locker. I opened it and out came flying notes, 'cutter emo fucker' and 'go die' was written on the hundreds of notes. I grabbed my lunch and ran to the cafeteria. I walked silently over to the empty table in the corner as everyone was throwing balls of paper or empty water bottles and milk cartons. I pretended I didnt notice. I could hear snickering and people telling me I was fat and stupid, but the thing was, I was skinnier than everyone in this school. They just didnt want to admit it. Why couldn't they call me anorexic or somthing.

"Loser!" I heard someone call, than I felt a hot, burning liquid drench my face and clothes. Coffee. I closed my eyes and tried to hold back a screech of pain the burning substance had caused me. I just shook it off and continued to walk to the empty table. I sat and unpacked my lunch and just tore the sandwich apart and played with the peices. I looked up and saw 5 beautiful people sitting at the table across the room. They were all staring at me with looks of pity, but I didn't need pity.

I heard someone clear their throat behind me and I slowly turned around. Brett and Mike, the school jocks, were sanding there with a rope and bag. I tired to run for it but they caught me and threw me to the ground, I tried to get up but Brett's foot smashed into my face, sending me sprawled out on the ground again. Mikes foot stomped on my stomach and I heard a sickening crunch. I felt a electric pain shoot through my body. It ws almost to much to bear. I saw the crowd that formed around us and whimpered. Brett tied my feet and hands together and Mike threw me in the bag. Before it was tied together, I saw Edward's pitch black eyes and him turing and running out the door, never looking back. I felt the tears running down my face as the bag was being picked up and thrown hard against a wall of somesort. I tried to undo my hands, but it was no use.

I was stuck. And it smelled alot.

I heard the door open and I started to yell for help, someone snickered and closed the door again.

I started to yell with adrenilin pulsing thorugh my veins.

Again the door opened, but instead of someone closing it, they were undoing the bag.

I met the face of a burly man who pulled me out and tried to help me to stand. My feet kept giving out and I kept falling. He eventually picked me up bridal-style and walked me to a HUGE red jeep.

"I'm bringing you to my father. He is a doctor at the Fork's hospital" He said.

"Whats-" my breathing was labored "your...name."

"Emmett, and you?"

"B-Bella," I said.

"nice to meet you Bella," he said with a sad smile.

"you too." I groaned. My stomach was burning and suffacating me. I lifted up my shirt when I though Emmett wasn't looking and saw purple/red bruises covering all the bruises my father gave me. I heard a gasp and quickly turned to Emmett. He was staring wide-eyed at my stomach. He quickly snapped his eyes to the road and I saw we were pulling up the the hospital. Emmett raced over to my side and pulled me out. He ran faster than any human I have ever seen.

"I need my father!" he yelled to the nurse at the desk.

"I'm sorry sir, you will have to wait." She said in a chirpy vioce.

"LET ME SEE MY FUCKING FATHER!" he rawred. The nurse was taken-back and ran to find the doctor.

"dont worry Bella, my father will help you." he said cooing me and stroking my hair.

"Emmett?" A doctor said.

"Carlisle!" Emmett exclaimed, "I need you to help my friend! She was beat up"

"ok, I will do the best I can," Carlisle said.

The last thing I remember was Emmett and Carlisle running down the hall, I blacked out

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