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Hiya! Thanks for all the reviews/story alerts! Here's chapter 2 :)

Warning: Rated M for adult language, violence, abusive/ rape topics and more. You've been warned.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Twilight only the awesome Stephanie Meyer has the awesomeness to own it. But, someday I will *cackles manically*

House of Troubled Teens: Chapter 2

BPOV

"Bella, honey, get out of the car, please." My mom said.

We had been sitting in the parking lot of the Cullen Institution of Mental Health (or as I like to call it, the Crazy House) for 10 minutes now. For the fact that I refuse to submit myself to the mental torture that's sure to come. And as childish as it seems, she can't make me. And I won't go.

"No. And you can't make me." I replied curtly, saying exactly what was going through my mind.

"Bella, ge-" Phil pushed my mother behind him, and came up to my car door.

"Renee, babe, I've got this. Ok? Why don't you go inside and start to get Isabella registered."

"Well, ok. Bella, listen to your father, will you?"

Isabella. Father. The words rang clear in my mind. The man didn't even have the decency to call me by my preferred name. And he was most diffidently not my father. All the man has ever done for me was yell, degrade and abuse me. Hell, he didn't even want me to refer to him as "father"; I was to not address him at all, at possible. Or if I really had to it was "sir", not Phil, never Phil. I had to learn that lesson the hard way. I was interrupted from my inner rambling by a sharp tug on my hair.

"Isabella, you get your ass out of this car, and into that building. Right this instant. Got it?" he finished with another pull to my hair, effectively dragging me out of the car.

"Y-yes, sir" I replied shakily. I hated being weak, especially around him. It only gave him a sick sense of pleasure.

"Good." A sick grin came over his face, and the next thing I knew I was grasping my stomach in pain. He had punched me in the gut, hard. A twinkle came into his eyes, seeing me in pain. He enjoyed it. The bastard.

I tried hard not to cry, crying made everything worse. If you showed you were weak other people took advantage of you, or gave pity. I didn't want their pity. They didn't know what was happening to me, or what I was going through. It's just this weird human feeling to give pity to anyone weaker than them. And how could I forget, Phil got pissed when I cried, and beat me harder. Which was another good reason to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill over and take me under.

With one last grin to me, Phil turned around and started to head towards the doors of the Cullen Institution for Mental Health. I limped behind, willing to get air back into my lungs, and compose myself before Renee saw me.

As I walked into the place, I couldn't help but be awestruck. I expected all white, clean and cut, plastic chairs, people in strait jackets, banging their heads against the walls and needles. Lots and lots of needles, with that horrible anesthetic smell, that everyone hates. And nothing resembling anything comfortable or home-like.

But it was. The walls were a soft green, with a tan and white furniture scheme. Large couches filled the perimeter of the room, with some big ass pillows, looking like the most comforting thing I've ever seen. There were several hallways, some leading to rooms for us, another leading to a cafeteria and a few more, I'm assuming, that lead to rooms for the therapists. Large office plants dotted the room, along with several paintings. Each one extremely beautiful and most likely costing an arm and a leg. In the middle of it all was one of those counter top desk thingies, you know, the ones you see at a museum. Phil grabbed my arm and pulled me towards it.

Behind the desk was a kind looking woman, with soft blonde hair, baby blue eyes and a welcoming smile.

"What can I do for you?" she asked, looking between me and Phil.

"I'm here to check in Isabella Swan, we registered her last month." He replied giving her his "the flirt" smile, I thought it was creepy. But most women fell for his supposedly kind personality.

"Ah, yes, here she is. Her mother just came in; she's filling out paper work, in that chair over there. Once you are done, just bring it up to me, and I'll show Isabella to her room." She pointed in the direction of my mother.

"Thank you" Phil replied, giving her another smile.

We slowly approached the couch my mother was sitting on. I didn't want to be here, didn't want to have to go through pointless therapy with a bunch of nut-jobs. But I was stuck here now.

"Bella! Sweetie, I'm so happy you came in." I'm not. "I just finished your paperwork. Let's go get you settled in." She stood up and pulled me along with her, back towards the front desk.

"Here you go!" My mother passed over the huge stack of papers, to the woman, whose name tag read "Cassandra".

"Thank you. Now, Isabella, I'll give you a minute to say goodbye to your parents, and then I can lead you to your room." She smiled softly at me.

My mom walked me over to a small, secluded corner, Phil falling in step behind us.

"Bella, baby, I'm going to miss you so much." She pulled me into a hug, one that only a mother can give. "I love you so much, sweetie. I'm doing this for your own good. And once you're better, you can come back and live with Phil and I. You have to call me soon, ok?" she pulled back and looked into my eyes.

"Sure Mom, love you too." She pulled me into another hug and I only lightly patted her back. With a final kiss to my check and a squeeze to my hand, she headed back to the car, to give Phil and I a moment alone. Even though, I had no desire to be alone with the creature that's caused me so much pain. But of course, she didn't know that. And she most likely never will.

"Isabella, if I get one call, saying you haven't cooperated with the therapist. You will have hell to pay. Understand?" He sent me a deathly glare.

"Yes, sir. I understand." My eyes where downcast, I didn't want to look at him. But he grabbed my chin and pulled my head up, making me look him in the eyes.

"Very good, Isabella." He "congratulated" me with a hard slap to my back, and a hug that was just a little too tight. He then turned on his heel and walked out. Good riddance. I thought, that was the only up side to being in this Hell hole. I didn't have to see Phil, or live with the abuse at home, or the tormenting at school. I was free. Well, kinda. I was still stuck her for the next year or so, probably behind jail-like bars or in a large, white padded room. But I was still away from Phil, which was good enough for me.

Not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer, I walked back up to the main desk.

"Isabella, it's nice to meet you. I'm Cassandra." She reached out to shake my hand.

"It's Bella. And it's nice to meet you too." She smiled softly at me; I allowed a small smile back at her.

"Well then Bella, if you follow me I'll lead you to your room."

We started to walk down the first hallway, leading to a ton of rooms. It was like when you're trying to find your hotel room; you had to take twenty turns, and miss the room number fifty times before you could actually find it.

After what seemed like we would never find my room, we stopped at a door labeled "18G".

"Here are your keys for the room. If you ever need a tour or anything else, don't hesitate to stop by my desk" She placed the keys in my hand, and with a wink she was disappearing back down the hallway.

I inserted the key in to the hole, and braced myself for what I'd find. A huge white room, a jail cell, torture room, the possibilities were endless. But what I saw truly shocked me.

Pink. It was all pink. A million different shades of pink. Everywhere you looked. Did I mention how much I hate the color pink? But what surprised me was there were three beds. That meant I had roommates. I don't work well with roommates.

As I threw my stuff down on the only free bed, two figures emerged from the bathroom. One was tall, blonde, and super-model gorgeous. With vibrant blue eyes, I could see anyone being intimidated by her. And she would have been perfect if she wasn't painfully thin, it was actually quite sickening. And then there was a small pixie-like girl walking next to her. She was probably only 4"11, with jet black hair cut into a cute pixie cut. She had on high fashion clothes that I could never in my life afford. And a huge grin plastered on her face, she looked like she was vibrating in place. What she was so excited about, I have no clue. We were in a mental house for God's sake!

I looked up at them and waved, "I'm Bella."

The Blonde smiled back, "Rosalie. Nice to meet you."

In the next second I was attacked back a black blur. The small Pixie had grabbed me in a death grip hug.

"Hi Bella! I'm Alice! Your new roommate! And this is Rosalie, though she wants to be called Rose. Isn't it so nice here? It's all pink and pretty! It's like my dream room on steroids! This whole place is sooo cool! Ohhhh! Did you know we're doing group therapy? It's the three of us girls, and the guys next door. Have you meet them yet? Of course not! You just got here, duh! Well their names are Jasper, Emmett, and Edward. There're pretty nice, but quiet. But stay away from Jasper, he the hot, tall, blonde one, and he's mine. But he doesn't know it yet. How do you like it her so far?" She said in all of one breath, does this girl even need to breath? And she was talking so fast!

"Nice to meet you Alice." She beamed up at me.

"We're going to go get lunch. Do you want to join us?" Rosalie offered.

"Sure." I replied curtly, I didn't know these people and my mental wall was coming up. Again.

"Ohhh! Let's stop by the boys' room, and see if they want to join us!" Alice grabbed both mine and Rosalie's hands and dragged us out into the hallway.

We stopped at a room labeled "17G", and Alice rapidly knocked on the door. Emerging from the door were three normal looking guys. There was a huge burly one, with brown curls and massive muscles, with also a height about 6"4. With light gray eyes, and a huge grin on his face. The next one who walked out was a tall blonde one, with a crown of golden curls falling around his face. With his striking blue eyes, and the way Alice was looking at him, I assumed he was Jasper. And the last one was a lean, bronze haired boy. His hair looked like he just rolled out of bed, but in the hot kind of way. And when I looked up into his eyes they were a deep emerald green. I found it hard to look away, he was captivating. But he broke our eye contact first, a light pink rising to his cheeks.

"I'm Bella." I introduced, not letting myself seem weak, or shy. All the men I ever knew took advantage of girls who were weak.

The huge burly one smiled down at me, "Hiya Bella! I'm Emmett." He was playful, and all the anxiety I had from his large size melted away.

"I'm Jasper. It's nice to meet ya." He had a slight southern twang to his words, and Alice looked like she melted when he talked.

Green Eyes just muttered out a small "Edward" before blushing and looking away again. I wondered why he was so shy.

"Well now that you're all acquainted. Let's go eat!" Alice started to walk away and the rest of us slowly fell into step behind her, Green Eyes, or Edward, was at the back.

And of course I just had to let my clumsiness show, and trip forward. As I braced myself for the cold floor, I felt two strong arms wrap around me.

A/N:

Ohhhhh, Cliffy! I wonder who caught our clumsy mess ;)

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