Special thanks to ImagineXD and .Lie.
Btw… I forgot the disclaimer in the last chapter… and I will probably forget more of the time…so here it is, the one for the story
Disclaimer: If I owned twilight or just Edward… would I really be wasting my time writing fake stories about them, hmmm?? DIDN'T THINK SO!!!!!!! =D
So… this was not the most interesting chapter to write. But I needed to show this without to many chapters in the way.
Hope you like it…
Bella's POV
I was on a plane, back to the hellhole called home.
"I can't believe I was 'asked' to leave." I said to no one in particular. They said my grades were not up to their standards and that they overestimated me. Now I was being sent back to a place I dreaded for so long.
I walked off the plane and went to get my luggage; I whipped out my cell phone and called the last person I ever wanted to talk to.
Ring… ring… ring. After a few more rings were heard, the answering machine picked up.
"You have read the residence of – Charlie Swan –" Charlie's voice disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "Please leave your name, number, and reason for calling. Have a good day." I hung up before I heard the beep. The less Charlie heard from me, the better off I'll be, later.
"I can't call Angela," I whispered, a little disappointed. I haven't talked to her since she dropped me off here, two years ago. I contemplated taking a cab when my phone rang. I checked the ID; it was Jake. A small smile spread across my face.
Jake and I had a really good relationship. We sent e-mails all the time and talked on the phone at least once a week. The only thing was that he still didn't know about… Charlie. Hopefully, he never will. With any luck, no one will.
"Hey Jakey" I answered calling him by my nickname for him.
"Hey Bella, ready to go home?" He said with an obvious smile on his face.
"What?" I answered with honest confusion.
"Turn around!" I turned around cautiously, almost dropping my phone in the process.
"JAKE!!!!!" I screamed. I jumped into his opened arms for a hug. I smiled against his neck as he twirled me around.
"Hey Izzy," He said excitedly, hugging me tighter. He dropped me back on the ground and I fixed my shirt.
"I told you not to call me that." I said, pretending to be angry. His only response was a smile. He grabbed my bags and dragged me out to his car. (A/N I know Jake can't drive yet, but for this purpose [story], he is a sophomore and has his license.)
We sat in the car and Jacob started driving towards Forks. Absentmindedly I started to rub my hand where my scars were more visible. Most of the bruises and marks that Charlie imprinted on me were faded or completely gone; but, some of the other "accidents" that happened left evidence that would never be fully erased.
"I thought that would have gone away by now." Jake said as he picked up my hand in his. I looked down, hiding my blush and threatening tears – with my hair.
I remember the first time Jacob noticed my scars (the first ones). I was around 12 years old. I told him that I cut my hand in school with scissors, during art class. Of course, by that time I had gotten better at lying. But now, I couldn't help remembering what really happened.
--Flashback--
Charlie was still at work when I started dinner. I started boiling the water for the pasta. I went into the cupboard for a knife and started chopping the stale, pasta sticks.
I heard the door open and Charlie walk in. I didn't say anything – "I learned that the hard way." I whispered to myself.
"What the hell?" Charlie growled as he walked into the kitchen. I was just throwing the pasta sticks into the bowl. "Why isn't dinner read yet?" He screamed: his face turning red and the vein in his neck starting to throb.
"I'm sorry." I whispered as I dropped my head and look at the ground.
"Sorry means shit!" He said. So they caught him drinking, I thought to myself. He only swore when his "drink" was taken away. I wish they would stop doing that; it only makes it worse for me.
"Get out of my way!" Charlie said as he pushed me towards the stove to get to his beer in the fridge. My hand touched the flame under the pot and I screamed out in pain.
Charlie turned around and smirked. "That wasn't enough, Bells. You have to learn from your mistakes so you don't repeat them." He walked towards me and grabbed my hand. He ran my hand through the flame a few times before he told me to shut up and finish dinner.
I finished the pasta and went to the freezer for some ice.
"No!" Charlie said with a strangely calm tone. That was enough to stop me; I ran to my room – with my swollen and burning hand – and cried myself to sleep, yet again.
--Flashback Over--
By the time I was done "reminiscing" Jacob was pulling into his driveway. Thank G-d. Maybe I can spend the night!
"I have a little gift for you." Jake said with a small smile playing on his lips.
"Jake… " I whined. He knew how much I hated when people spent money on me.
"Just think of it as a big banner that says 'welcome home'." He smirked. "Except instead of a banner, it's a car.!" He pronounced. He took a white sheet of my hidden present.
"Oh, my… Jake, this is amazing but I can't –"
"Yes you can. I fixed it up and everything. It's perfect for you." He finished with a smile.
"Thank you." I whispered, grabbing him for another hug.
We walked inside with Jake's arm around my shoulders.
"Well well well, who do we have here…?" I heard Charlie say from the other room. My body stiffened at his voice but, thankfully, Jake didn't notice.
"Hi… dad" I said mournfully, internally trying not to cringe at the word.
"Hey… who is this beautiful woman?" Billy asked as he wheeled in.
"Uncle Billy!" I exclaimed as I quickly walked over to him and gave him a hug.
"You made it just in time; we were just about to have dinner." Billy said with a smile.
"Awesome." I said. "Hey… dad" I cringed – "can I stay here tonight? Jake and I have lots to catch up on!" I looked at Billy, pleading with my eyes; hoping he would notice: he did. He nodded and smiled at my request.
"We would love to have you here, sweetie." I smiled in appreciation towards Billy's touching words.
"Fine" Charlie grumbled. "But you still have school tomorrow. Don't forget to register." He said angrily. I was surprise he actually talked to me without screaming and without touching me. That won't last long; I thought as I let out a breath of air I didn't know I was holding.
"Well I got to go, Billy. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, Charlie left.
The rest of the night I hung out with Jacob and fell asleep next to him on the couch – after watching some TV.
I woke up to Billy yelling, "Bella, Jacob… let's get going." I got ready in 20 minutes and was putting my coat on when Jacob gave me the keys.
"Have fun" He said. I hugged him and said goodbye to him and Billy.
I put the key in the ignition and started the car. Wow, that's really loud… I'll have to get used to that. With that, I was off to school.
I was driving a little slower so I wouldn't miss it; I looked to the right and saw 'Forks High School' in big, bold letters; kinda hard to miss.
I turned into the parking lot and parked close to the office. I entered the small office quickly, running from the rain.
"Can I help you?" A woman asked from behind her desk.
"Hi, my name is Isabella Swan. I'm a new student." I said smiling sweetly at her.
"Ms… Swan? Charlie's daughter?" She asked surprised. I nodded my head slightly. Great. I thought; 2 years away and it's like a lifetime here. Please don't let me be the "new girl", I hate the attention. Please let them remember me. I prayed in my mind.
"Well of course, dear. Here you go." She said as she handed me a schedule, a map, and a sheet with lines on it. "That sheet must get signed by all your teachers and brought back to me at the end of the day." She said knowingly. I said thank you and headed towards my first class.
This is going to be one hell of a day! I thought as I entered the building.
OK… hope you liked it (I know it was a bit boring). The next chapter will probably be in Edward AND Bella's POV. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! (I love criticism and complements… I also love hearing people's predictions!) =D