OH BELLA CHAPTER 1

I decided to move in with my dad in La Push after years of abuse by my stepfather
Phil. When I told my mom that I wanted to move to Charlie's, she was thrilled… Let's just say that Mom was glad to have me getting me out of the house. Not because she didn't love me or anything, but because she didn't want me to get beaten by her abusive husband anymore. So after I told her my decision, Renée started to plan.

The idea was to pack me up and get me out of the house before Phil got home from his weekend with the guys. It was already Saturday and Phil would be home tomorrow, so we both went to sleep and woke up really early. As soon as I got up, I started packing as much as I could. I couldn't keep
much because it was cold in Washington, and in Phoenix it always felt like summer. So I only packed the bare necessities, because I could get the other stuff I needed later.

I packed everything that was warm. All of my jeans, a couple sweaters, my favorite flip flops, and my three pairs of sneakers were all thrown into the suitcase first. A mountain-load of socks and my hoodies soon followed, I left a hoodie, jeans, a t-shirt, underwear and pajama's out for tomorrow

My plane left Monday morning at 3 o'clock in the morning, and it only had one seat available. The only problem with that is that Phil gets home Sunday night, and my guess is that he'll be a completely drunken bastard. His aggression's always bad when he gets home from his "guys' weekends," and it's most likely he'll be hammered, too.

"Mom, come with me, please!" I begged Sunday night, but she just shook her head.

"No, honey, I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? Of course you can, please Mom." I was on the verge of tears.

"I know I can but what I mean- I just- I still love him. I can't-"

"MOM! How can you possibly still love him? He's not good for you, please Mom!" My voice started to crack, and I swallowed. "Just come with me, I don't want to lose you."

"Honey, go to Nicole's house, and I'll come and pick you up at two thirty tomorrow morning to take you to the airport."

"But Mom-"

"NO! I'm not coming with you, okay? I love you and I'll see you Sunday night."

It was quiet for a few minutes while we both tried to stop the tears that were falling down our faces. Pretty soon we heard a car pull in to the driveway, and both our eyes went wide.

"He's home early. Mom, you know it's not good when he's home early."

"BELLA, GO NOW!" my mom screamed. But it was too late. Phil was already coming in the front door, and it was a good thing my stuff was already in my car and ready to go.

"What's with all the yelling at Bella? Did she do something wrong?" Phil demanded.

We didn't want to say anything because if we said yes, I would be yelled at and hit. But if we said no my mom would get yelled at and hit instead of me. So I gave my mom the signal to start laughing, and that's what we did. This whole thing came around a few months ago because if we made it a joke he would leave us alone. He never caught on. But right now, Phil looked angry.

"Are you going to answer my question?" he asked.

"We were seeing who could yell the loudest on a bet I had with Amanda. Sorry, Phil." I said. It was a good thing the cordless phone was right next to me, though. You could even call it luck. "Oh, crap," I said, and picked it up. I started walking to my room. "Sorry, Amanda, we forgot that you were still on the phone…Oh, you have to go?... Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." I said this loud enough for Phil to hear so would think I 'got off the phone.' I got to my room and closed the door. I ran to my bed and plopped down, reaching over for my phone on the night stand.

"Why are you using the land line minutes when you have a perfectly good cell phone? Money doesn't grow on trees, you know." Phil said while coming into my room without knocking.

"Sorry Phil." I grabbed my cell and it showed 5 missed calls. "It looks like she tried my cell, but it was dead so I plugged it in for a while." Phil started to take off his shirt, and as he came closer my breath started to become heavier.

"I don't pay two hundred dollars a month for your phone to be dead. I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson about keeping your phone charged." He started to undo his belt after he got his shirt off.

He grabbed my arm hard and dragged me across my bed. Phil started to lift my shirt up, but I tried to wriggle out of his hold, and that's when he started to punch me.

I stopped moving eventually, so he started with my shirt again. He got it off and started with my pants, and I didn't move this time. When he went for his own I jumped off of the bed and made my way for the door. He grabbed me as my hand got to the door-handle, and he started to punch me
again. I screamed, and he punched me in the jaw, then everything went black.

I woke up in the middle of the night naked and sore all over. I climbed into the shower, turned on the hot water and scrubbed my body raw and pink to make sure there wasn't any more trace of Phil on me. I wrapped myself in a towel, walked back to my room, closed and LOCKED my door, walked over to my dresser and threw on some shorts and a tank top and fell into bed and slept hard.

The next morning

'I can love you like that
I would make you my world
Move heaven and earth
Be all that you need show you you're everything that's precious to me
If you give me a chance
I can love you like that.'

I woke up to my phone ringing. Rolling over, I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Isabella Swan?" A woman's voice asked.

"Yes it is. May I ask who this is?" I said groggily

"Hi, Isabella, this is Maghan. I work with the airport and I was calling to see if you would like to trade your ticket for one that leaves in an hour and
a half? Someone just came in saying that they made a mistake and need to leave tomorrow and not today."

"Really? Yeah, I'd love that! Thank you. Uh, I'll be there… thank you so much"

"No problem, Isabella. I'll see you soon. Bye-bye."

"Bye."

After I hung up I got up stiffly, all of my body protested at my movement, I made my way
towards the bathroom. I stepped on something slimy and lifted my foot. It was a used condom. I was relieved that he used protection- this time anyway- but it's still gross. Why did he have to leave it on my floor? It doesn't matter anymore, because I'm out of here soon.

This wasn't the first time he's done this to me. Last year he had gotten me pregnant, I got an abortion. I didn't want or need to raise a child at my age, and I didn't want it to be raised in this kind of… home. My mom had to do the same thing, but more than I had to. A lot more. She still doesn't know that Phil had gotten me pregnant.

I did my business and turned on the shower. I let the hot water run down my back for a few minutes, relaxing me. Once the water started to run cold I turned it off and wrapped a towel around me, and doing the same to my hair. I dried off and looked in the mirror to see the damage that Phil had done. I had bruising all across my ribs and chest, and my arms had bruises in the shape of his hands. My face had a blackish purple bruise on the left side.

When I was done looking I pulled on a loose t-shirt with jeans, thinking it was a good thing Phil didn't touch my legs. I grabbed the hoodie that I left out yesterday and all the stuff left that I needed. Then I wrote my mom a note.

Dear Mom,

Don't worry about me. The airport called me earlier saying that there was a
problem and that someone is willing to trade my ticket for theirs. So I'm
going for it. I'm giving my car to Nicole so don't worry about that either. My
flight leaves in an hour, so by the time you read this I'll be with Charlie.
Remember, I love you, and I'll call when I can.

Love, Bella.

I folded it in half and put it in the book she was reading. I know she'll find it because she reads every day. I put her book back on the table.

A/N Well here is the NEW first chapter of "oh Bella" I hope you like it and please review.