Chapter two - Trying to find the reason why.
So sorry course works taking over I have a pile due for tomorrow I really should be doing it now, but I got my first EVER review today so thank you to: the lion and the lamb for ever. Plus I promised a update by the latest today and a big thank you to all who added my story to alert and the kind people who took the time to read the story. Hope you like this sorry it not very long hope the content makes up for it. I would rate this at young adult if you are not mature teenager don't read.
Tying to find the reason why - part one
The room appeared silent but at the same time it was anything but. My senses amplified form my discomfort and distress of thinking about seeing my father tonight. I could hear the heavy sighing oh my classmates. The snoring of a few who had fallen asleep, the clicking of pens. The bell was close to going usually the wait for the bell to signal the end of the day took the longest but today the Gods were against me the lesson has flown by. My head spinning of trying to work out all the different scenarios. I hope Phil has some mercy and doesn't strike me to hard. But I know the though was pointless, my father didn't have a kind bone in his body. A giant of a man the size of a body builder and muscles which easy snapped they things I claimed as arms and legs. I had never been an ungraceful child however many thought I was accident prone as Phil constantly spoke of my bumps, breaks and burses being cause from me being so clumsy. Know one ever though he was the cause behind them and if the did they would never question him. Phil is a well respected man high up in society and very, very rich Politian well know for his short temper. My father has always been efficient at getting rid of imperfection any who opposed him often ended up in hospitable, drugged up or dead. At the tender age of seventeen he had given me so many broken bones and scars. When I was younger I believed it to be normal Phil had always explained to me that it was his way of disciplining me to show me that he loved me. My worst scar ran along my left hip long a jagged number eight. The eight symbolising the number of people that died because. Why I didn't I obey his simple orders. The last time I was late home from school my best friend Angela and her family were killed. This time I have no one I am all alone. He enjoys beating me to a pulp even after years of fighting lessons he bought for me to allow him to have to entertain him he liked to have to work to hurt me. He could still easily kill me if he was in a bad mood. The sound of the bell going brought me back to realm of the living, watching in horror as Mr Darnel signalled for the class to leave. In mere minutes the class room was empty but for me and my teacher. He pulled out his pager and asked for my fathers work number. Everyone knew who my father was and Mr Darnel knew this was the only number were he could contact my parents. He knew it would be pointless to call my mother as she is a drugged up alcoholic and I doubt with there bad blood that he wouldn't want to speak to her either. I was reluctant as first to give him the number but I knew he could receive it from the office just as easily and not wanting to anger him more gave him the number wanting to get in his good graces. He quickly punched the number into his pager and the phone began to ring. A tense silence filled the room after a few minutes my father answered the phone. I heard his deep muscular coldly asking;
"Hello Phil Dwyer speaking whom is calling and may I ask how you got this number."
My teachers reply was quick and to the point.
"Good afternoon Mr Dwyer, I am your daughters teacher and will be keeping her after school due to her ill manners."
He was met by silence. I heard a loud smashing sound through the phone and my stomach hurt knowing that anger was caused by me. My fathers reply was short and conveyed no emotion "fine, hurry home once your done Isabella" and he hung up the phone.
A shiver ran through me as he used my full name. Mr Darnel placed his phone in his desk draw a large smile on his face. The classroom was isolated for the rest of the school, I watched as Mr Darnel went round the room closing the blinds. He grabbed a chair and made his way over to the front of the classroom and wedged it in front of the door. Confusion pulsed through me something isn't right. I was brought away from my thoughts which screamed at me to run by Mr Darnels words.
"Look at perfect little Isabella, your even more beautiful than your mother and today I am going to get my revenge sweet you can thank your mother for this." the words chilled me.
Before I knew what was happening he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt forcing me to stand up. He was pulling so hard the shirt began to rip at the top as he dragged me over to his desk. He forcefully pushed me onto the desk and I was sobbing now.
"There is no point in crying Isabella this is going to happen either way in a moment I am going to take the one thing you can never replace."
I was crying harder and he slapped me forcefully across the face. I closed my eyes tightly together but he was having any of that as he yelled.
"I've already told you one before look me in the eye." he grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. I tried to hit him but he grabbed my wrist and through me on onto the desk and he took the one thing I couldn't get back, my virginity.
After what seemed like eternity he let go of me it was just over half an hour since school had ended the reality of what had just happened just barely sinking in. My top and jeans were ripped I bet I look a mess. Just one more thing for my father to lash out at me for, not that he needs a reason. He moved the chair from in front of the door as he was now fully dressed. As I dashed to the door he grabbed me and he whispered into my ear. "If you tell anybody about this it can go one of two ways I say you are lying so you don't get in trouble for your little our burst today because you wanted to get back at me because I gave you a detention or I will say you attacked me and with your fathers aggressive reputations and your mother being a well known whore who do you think there going to believe you or me its my word again yours." My bag on my shoulder I fled from the door not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry again I ran to the one place I always found comfort.
Thank you for reading promise it will get better for Bella… eventually stick with me. Thank you for reading the beginning of part one. PM me is you want a preview of the rest of the chapter.
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