Laying on my bed listening to the screaming rock in the background I dont really like rock ,but it shows people I dont like to be bothered,in a weird way,so I endure it. I heard my peice of shit father call me.Reluctantly, I sat up and grabed my knife off the side table,stuffing it in my hoodie I walked down stairs.
My mother and father were sitting on the couch and they asked me to join them.I declined the request saying I would rather burn in hell.
I knew somthing was up,after I was brought to the police station last week for stabbing a dude in the arm,Renee and Charlie have been more distant then normal,and when I'd look at them they'd hurrily look away,shame in their eyes.
"Bella , your father and I love you and we're worried about you...so we are sending you to live with Dr.Cullen and his family,maybe he can help you, because we cant,he and his family have offered to take you in and give you a calmer enviorment as Mrs Cullen said ,we think it might help you." My mother said quietly,I put on my emotionless mask,Not showing them the hurt I felt that they would ship me off to some doctors house.I dont even think they were really sad,they were probably just afraid of my reaction.
"When am I leaving?" I asked ,fighting the erge to cry my eyes out infront of them,they arent worth the trouble.
They started fidigeting ,and my father mumbled out,"as soon as your packed we're taking you over" that crushed me ,but I didnt show it. I nodded and went upstairs to pack.
Taking the suitcase out from under the bed ,I filled it with my cloths, Ipod ,thoothbrush ,toothpaste and shampoo.I took my school bag off the desk and tucked it under my arm,turning to the door, I left the only room I had ever known.
Walking right past my so called parents I headed out the door and into the car,they followed silently behind,ha they didnt even have the manners to try to help me with my things!
The drive was quiet ,nobody dared to speak to me,and as we drove along the road, I relized how much of an influence I had on my parents.But my opinion changed when we pulled to a stop infront of a large, white, victorian style house.