Very slowly, I turned to face Mom, but kept silent.
Her eyes were blazing with fury. "ANSWER ME!" she ordered in an earsplitting voice, stomping her foot. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THAT CHAT ROOM?!"
I swallowed thickly. "Just talking to some girls," I replied.
"LYING BITCH! I KNOW THAT YOU WERE TALKING TO MEN ON THERE! I KNOW, BITCH!" she shouted.
"Mom! I wasn't!" I lied.
"Yes, you were! I heard you! And I hope that you didn't tell them too much information about you! I don't feel like dealing with any unnecessary trouble! And I don't have time to be asking the police to find you because you were kidnapped!"
"I don't know why you would care if I were. You don't give a damn about me. You wouldn't have called them anyway because you would want me to stay gone," I remarked before I could stop myself.
Mom's eyes narrowed, and I swore that I saw her pupils dilate. "What did you say?" she questioned in a low, deadly voice. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!" she yelled, startling me.
She lunged at me with her teeth bared. I tried to move away, but I was not quick enough. The next thing I knew, I was flying out of my chair and onto the floor.
"BITCH! UNGRATEFUL SLUT! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!" Her fists sailed into me. I blocked her punches with my arm, but it didn't work for long. After a minute, I couldn't even lift them anymore because they were hurting so badly.
Suddenly, I snapped. I couldn't take it anymore. I was tired of her disrespecting me, abusing me. I had had enough!
I grabbed Mom's arm as she came in with another punch and sent my fist crashing into her cheek. This distracted her long enough for me to push her onto my desk. Her head smacked against the wood.
Mom was frozen. She gaped at me with wide eyes. I stared back at her, feeling as thunderstruck as she looked.
When she had got over her astonishment, she scowled and bolted up. "I will kill you...I WILL KILL YOU!" She dove for me again.
I turned and ran out of the door. Mom followed after me in a wild, rabid rage. Froth and saliva bubbled onto the corners of her lips. That bitch was truly crazy!
I had just made it down the stairs when she caught up to me. Her fist crashed into my shoulder. Several punches to the stomach caused me double over. This gave Mom the chance to snatch me up by the neck and throw me onto the banisters.
"I'll fucking kill you!" she repeated, tying my wrists onto them (the banisters) with her belt. She disappeared for a second, then came back with another one. After that, she pulled down my jeans.
CRACK! CRACK!
"AHH!" I cried out as the belt landed on my ass. The searing pain caused my knees to buckle.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Mom, please!" I sobbed. "Please stop! I'm sorry for what I did!"
"You really will be after I am done with you, you bitch!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"OWWW!" I wept. Dear God, please make her stop. Please make her stop doing this to me.
When she finally did, she untied me before dragging me up to my room. Once we were in there, she shoved me onto the wall. The impact caused me to yell in pain. "YOU'RE GETTING OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE! I'M NOT GOING TO PUT UP WITH YOUR SHIT ANYMORE!"
I could only watch Mom as opened my drawers and started tossing clothes out of them.
"Out of here...thinking that she can speak to me like that...I don't think so...she has lost her fucking mind...!" she muttered to herself. Then she glared at me. "As soon as I get my money together for a plane ticket, you are out. Start packing right now. You will not spend another 24 hours in my house! You're going to live with your father, and I'll be only too happy to be rid of you!"
With that, she left the room, slamming the door.
Grimacing in pain, I stood up and collected my things. I did not really want to leave Phoenix, in spite of the fact that I loathed living with Mom. I barely knew anyone in Forks except for Charlie and a couple of his friends. And being the new kid in school...I had no idea of how I would be able to endure it. No one was going to like me. Nobody ever did. The people my age generally thought that I was weird. However, I couldn't be like everyone else. I did not relate to anyone that I knew at all.
As I continued to pack, I noticed that bruises were forming on my arms and stomach. This was the worse thing that Mom had ever done to me. The most she had ever done was punch me. But she had never beaten or whipped me. Not like this.
I sat down on my bed and wept. Why did my mom hate me? Why didn't she care for me? I asked myself over and over. If she loved me, I wouldn't be going through any of this.
It took a while for me to calm down. Once I had, I folded my clothes and put them into two different suitcases. I also packed my laptop and webcam.
When I left the room to go to the bathroom, I heard Mom talking.
"...Charlie, I am sending Bella to Forks to live with you...What do you mean why? Because I need my space for right now, that's why! Besides, Bella will learn to be more independent while living with you...What are you quiet for? Will you let her stay with you?...I don't give a fuck if you think that I don't make any sense, or that I'm doing this on short notice!...I can talk to you in any way that I please...So are you going to take her in or what?...Good...I will book the 11a.m. flight for her, then. She should arrive in Seattle by 1:15, 1:30 in your time zone...Fine...Bye..." She slammed her cell phone shut and muttered to herself.
I stepped into the bathroom and locked the door. I treated my bruises and wrapped my abdomen with adhesive gauze. Then I headed back to my room.
Mom was waiting there for me. "I am taking you to the airport tomorrow. I already booked your flight and printed your ticket for you, so it won't take too long for you to get on your plane. Of course, I don't know why I even bothered to do it. I should have made you pay for it yourself for the way that you treated me earlier. Anyway, your flight will be at 11:00 tomorrow morning. You will be in Seattle by 1:15 or 1:30 Pacific Standard Time. Charlie will be waiting for you.
"You will be going to school in Forks, so I'll have your school fax them your transfer papers. They should have them by tomorrow or the day after. You will be in Forks to stay, or until you decide to live somewhere else, so don't come back here. I never want to see you again. You are no longer welcome in my house. Do you understand me?" she inquired in hard voice.
Gazing at her pleadingly, I whispered, "Mom...why don't you love me? Why don't you want me?"
She crossed her arms. "You want to know? I'll tell you. It's because I never wanted a baby at the age that I was. I was 18, barely older than you. I wanted me and your father to wait to have children. I wanted to live my life while I was still young, but no! He had to fuck me and get me pregnant, so I had no choice but to take care of you! Your fucking dad ruined my life! Both of you did! I wish that I had put you up for adoption and got on with my life! I hate you! You and your father!" she abruptly bellowed.
Needless to say, I was heartbroken. I couldn't prevent the tears from welling in my eyes. Still, I could not help but wish that she had put me up for adoption too. It would have saved me from her constant abuse. This made me glad that I wouldn't live with her anymore.
"Don't start crying, you worthless whore! I should have told you that long ago. Just go to bed or something. You make me sick!"
Mom stormed out of the room, plowing into me as she did.
I laid down and buried my face in my arms. She hated me. She hated me for something that wasn't even my fault. I didn't understand it.
I wished that I didn't care about it. That Mom's words meant nothing to me. However, I could not help but care. All I ever wanted was for her to care about me...for her to love me. We would probably have been the best of friends if she did.
The tears in my eyes started to roll down my cheeks, and I was sobbing before I knew it. I had to make sure that Mom wouldn't hear me. If she did, she would likely give me another thrashing just because I irritated her.
As I fell asleep, I thought of something that made me happy about moving, other than the fact that I was leaving Mom.
Carlisle lived just outside of Forks. Perhaps I will see him soon. That would be wonderful because at least there would be someone I knew there that I liked. He seemed to like me too, but I did not want to go that far just yet. I wouldn't be surprised if he came to believe that I was odd.
Still, it would be nice if we became friends. He would be the first that I ever had.
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I woke up very early the next morning. My arms ached, so taking a shower was difficult. I had my breakfast and stayed in my room until it was time to leave. It was better that way. I knew that Mom was still upset about the day before. My presence alone would have given her a reason to lash out at me.
Before leaving, I put on a jacket even though it was hot outside. I didn't wish for anyone to see my bruises.
The trip to the airport was not long. Mom helped me take my things out of the car after pulling up in front of the terminal.
After taking my backpack and ticket from her, she closed the trunk.
"Do you have everything?" Mom demanded with impatience.
I nodded mutely.
"Good. Well...bye."
"Bye."
With a huff, Mom stepped into her car and drove away. I grabbed my suitcases and entered the terminal.
I had my suitcases and book bag scanned at a security checkpoint, then made my way to Gate 1375. I sat down in the waiting area, since my flight wouldn't be here for another half hour. I took out one of my novels and began to read it to kill time.
Finally, I heard an announcement over the intercom saying that the plane had arrived. I put my things away, then stood in line.
Minutes later, I was boarding the plane. Once everybody was sitting down, the flight attendant went over the usual rules. We put on our seat belts and the airplane rumbled as it started up.
It backed away from the terminal and coasted onto the runway. Then it gained speed, and the next thing I knew, it was in the air.
Even though I was still aching, I couldn't help but smile. I was leaving Phoenix, and my mom. And I would never have to go back again.
I was outta this bitch!
Carlisle's POV
I was in the living room with my children when I saw my daughter Alice freeze in her seat. Her eyes grew blank.
"Alice? What is it, darlin'?" my son Jasper, who was also her soul mate, queried.
Perhaps I should explain what was going on. You see, Alice was having a vision of the future. She always has one when somebody makes a decision that will involve me or my family in some way. However, her visions were subjective. If the person changed their decision, then their future would.
I must tell you why I called Jasper her soul mate also. It was a term that vampires used to call their predestined partners or true other halves.
Yes, my family and I were vampires. We were not like the vampires that people spread myths about, though. We did not sleep at all or sleep in coffins. We did not die in sunlight, either. In fact, our skin would sparkle as if diamonds were embedded into it. If someone were to take a picture of us, we would appear in it.
Unlike other vampires, we did not drink human blood. My family and I called ourselves "vegetarians" because we drank the blood of animals. That was why our eyes were gold or amber. If we drank human blood, our eyes would be red.
We were also incredibly fast and strong. For example, we could hold a van over our heads while running. However, no one would see this because we would be nothing more than a blur to them.
Anyway, let us return to the present.
Alice came back to earth with a bright smile. "Dad, she's coming! She coming to Forks!" she squealed in excitement.
I frowned in confusion. "Who?" I inquired, thinking that she meant Esme, my ex-wife.
"The girl that you were chatting with on the computer yesterday! Bella!" she replied.
"Bella?" I was shocked, to say the least. "But why is she coming here?"
"She is coming to Forks to live with her father, who is Chief Charlie Swan."
"Bella is Chief Swan's daughter?"
I knew that Chief Swan had a daughter, but I never heard him say her name. But I doubted that I would have known that it was Bella even if he had.
Alice nodded. "Yes. She will be here in a few hours."
"Er...okay. But why are you making such a fuss about her?"
"Because she is someone important to us."
I blinked in confusion. "She is important to us? How?"
With a grin, she said the last thing that I would have expected her to say.
"Because she is your soul mate, and our bond mother!"
My jaw dropped. I could only stare at her blankly.
Bella Swan was my soul mate?!
And my children's bond mother?!
She could not have been serious! This had to be a joke! There was no way in hell that this could be true! After divorcing Esme, I did not believe that love would find me again for quite a long time.
Besides, Bella was only seventeen. Of course, she wouldn't be for long. Edward, one of my other sons, was changed her age, give or take several months. Rosalie was frozen at the age of eighteen, Alice, I was not sure, Jasper at nineteen, and Emmett at twenty. How would they feel about having a mother that was younger than them...except for Edward?
"Are you kidding me?" I demanded.
Alice shook her head. "No, Carlisle. I wouldn't lie to you about something like this," she pointed out earnestly. "Besides, I know that you must have felt some kind of attraction to her when you spoke to her the other day."
"Well...I did think that she was very beautiful, sweet and interesting. I still do, of course," I admitted.
My other daughter Rosalie turned to her. "But...how do you know this?" she questioned.
"I've seen it," Alice responded in a "duh" voice.
And I could tell then that she was not lying. I could feel myself smiling.
It was a good thing that I was Bella's mate. If I was right about the fact that she was starving for kindness, love and affection, then I would have no problem in showering her with any of them. She deserved to be cared for and loved, a sweet girl like her.
Emmett, Rosalie's mate, beamed like a pair of headlights. "Awesome! We're going to have a new mommy!"
Edward grinned. "Yes. I can't wait to meet her."
"Me neither. I know that we are goin' to love her," Jasper added.
"Truthfully, I don't think that I can wait myself," Rosalie stated.
Nor could I. I glanced at Alice. "When will we meet Bella?"
"Well, we are going to meet her at school next Monday. Then we could invite her to come over our house after we get to know her," she replied.
I bobbed my head. "That's wonderful! I will be delighted to finally see her."
Emmett smirked. "I bet you will."
Rolling my eyes, I shoved him playfully.
Bella's POV
1:30pm Pacific Standard Time
The plane landed safely at the airport in Seattle. I was relieved that the flight was over. I had been bored for the entire time.
When the airplane stopped, I picked up my backpack and walked out of it.
I looked for Charlie as I entered the terminal. I didn't see him anywhere at first, but then I noticed him heading towards me. I met him halfway.
"Hey, Bella," he greeted with a slight smile, embracing me.
"Hi Dad," I mumbled, returning his hug. I was not allowed to call him Charlie to his face. "How are you?"
Letting me go, he shrugged. "I'm fine, I guess. I'm not too happy with your mother, though. She was not very polite to me yesterday."
I pursed my lips. "I know what you mean."
"Are you all right? Was the flight here okay?"
"Yeah, I'm all right." I lied. I had no desire to tell him about what Mom had done to me the night before. If I did tell him, it would probably be when I was comfortable enough to. Since I did not know him too well, I had no idea when and if that would happen.
He nodded. "We should get going. Let's find your luggage and head home."
My suitcases did not take too long to show up. Charlie got them for me and we left the airport.
"So, what made you decide to come here?" he inquired as we sped down the highway.
"Uh...well, as Mom said, she needed her space. I thought that living here with you would do her some good. Plus, I wanted to see you. I never had the chance to be with you for more than three weeks. Even then I did not see you much...you were almost always working. I figured that we could get to know each other all over again."
This was also a lie (mostly), but I was being truthful about reacquainting myself with him.
And maybe he would grow to love me. That is, if he didn't already.
Charlie's rose his eyes in surprise. "Really? That sounds like an excellent plan. I'd like that. Besides, I...I missed you," he remarked awkwardly. He was never comfortable with expressing his emotions.
Then again, neither was I. We were very much alike in that department.
"I missed you too, Dad." I really did.
It took a little more than two hours to get to Forks. When Charlie pulled up in front of his house, I could see that nothing had changed since August. The paint was still white and the bushes under the porch had remained.
We stepped out of his police cruiser and Charlie took my suitcases out of the trunk. He carried them up to the bedroom that he reserved for me.
The room looked the same too, except for a dark purple bedspread that wasn't there before.
"A friend of mine from town picked it out," Charlie stated when he noticed me staring at it. "Do you like purple?"
"Yes, purple is okay," I commented offhandedly. "Thank your friend for me."
He glanced around the room. "Well, everything looks good to go. If you need me for anything, I'll be downstairs..." he said, his voice trailing off as he left the room.
I sighed wearily before putting my clothes in the dresser near the bed. Then I set my laptop and webcam on my desk. After that, I made the bed and laid the teddy bear that Carlisle had given me on the pillow. I put the candy wrappers in my desk drawer.
Once I was finished unpacking, I dove onto my bed. I could hear the TV running downstairs, but other than that, it was quiet.
And that was just how I liked it.
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