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Chapter two V V V
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EPOV
I could see her through the glass of the cafeteria window, sitting on the grass sketching into a large black book. I stared at her, confused about why I couldn't get anything out of her mind. She looked as if she was concentrating intently, there must be something in her head. Not only that, I could smell her blood from here. It was so strong and was calling out for me. I just wanted to go over there and suck her dry. It didn't help that I needed to hunt. I sighed in confusion and turned to face the rest of my family who were sitting with me. Alice was mindlessly playing to Jaspers fingers whilst Emmet and Rosalie spoke quietly to each other. I then noticed Jasper staring in the same direction I was a few moments ago. I had been blocking out the thoughts of those around, but I zoned into Jaspers only to be overwhelmed with the questions which were filling his mind. I sorted through them, all involving the new girl. Realizing I was looking at him, he looked up to meet my gaze
"[i]There's something wrong with her[/i]" he thought simply and we glanced over at her again. I urged him to continue with my eyes.
"[i]She hates life. She feels worthless and scared about everything around her. She is in pain, extreme pain and I have no idea how she got that way. It's making it hard for me to be near to her. I don't know how she could live with such fear. I doubt I would have been able to. What's she thinking [/i] He asked me.
I shrugged my shoulders, finding it hard to admit that I could hear nothing. I'd been a vampire for over 100 years and yet one simple human had managed to stump me for the first time ever. Jasper looked at my confused, but it was hard to answer in front of the whole family. I didn't like to feel incapable and I didn't want to announce to my sibling that I wasn't able to read her mind.
I heard Alice cough from the other side of the table and we both turned to look at her confused eyes.
"Anyone wanna tell me what you're thinking about. Seems pretty intense"
"Nothing" Jasper muttered only to have Alice roll her eyes disbelievingly
"Don't lie to me" She said cheekily but then she noticed his eyes flicker to the new girl again. He was unable to stop himself. He was drawn to the mystery that surrounded her.
"Her name is Bella" Alice stated and we looked at her confusingly "What?" She said as though t was completely normal that she knew the new girls name after only passing her on the way to the cafeteria
"I had a vision of her arriving. She's in your biology class" I nearly growled. I had biology next and if I had been hardly able to pass her from 10 feet away I doubt I would be able to sit in the same class for an hour.
"Would someone say something and not leave me sitting in the dark. It's as if I'm talking to myself. What's with the sudden interest in the new girl?"
Jasper repeated what he had thought to me in a hushed voice. Rosalie and Emmet were too involved with themselves to realize we were talking about something important. Alice listened carefully, but before she could reply or give her opinion on the matter, the bell rang throughout the room, signalling it was time to go.
"Did you see anything else about her" Jasper asked in a voice too low for any human to hear, but Alice only shook her head and we all exited to cafeteria together. I tried to slyly sneak away but Jasper called out to me in his head and questioned where I was going. I walked up to him and whispered about skipping last lesson to him.
"I'm not sure I can stand being in the same room as her. Not until I've hunted." He nodded excepting it and continuing to his last lesson, whilst I quickly headed towards the Volvo, ready to go hunting and quench my thirst
BPOV
The day went fast and I was glad to see it end. It meant I could go home and relax. I was fortunate that Charlie had to work on the night shift and wouldn't be back until the morning and I could deal with whatever he threw at me then. Being the new girl, I received quite a bit of unwanted attention from students trying to become my friend and teachers who tried to welcome me to the area. Not that I needed it. I had been here since the beginning of the summer holiday but Charlie hadn't let me leave the house at all. Not many of the people realized that I had in fact been living her for 6 weeks prior to my first day. But then again, none of them realized what Charlie did to me at home. They had no Idea that my own mother had chosen her own boyfriend over me, even though I told her what he had done to me earlier in the year. And none of them realized that Charlie was just as bad as him. I sighed as I headed towards my old truck, the one I was surprised Charlie gave to me. Then I saw him again. He was standing beside a small pixie like girl, his arm around her waist, but he was staring at me again. Like he had previously that day. It made me feel insecure, but there was something about him. He and his family seemed different to the rest of the students here. I looked away and blushed, stepping into my van and heading home, ignoring his stares as I passed. I drove slowly, there was no rush to get home and I liked to be out of the house. I liked to observe the area and take in what I could have been seeing over the six week holiday that Charlie had forced me to clean and cook and not go outside. It was peaceful to drive around, even though a pain shot through my leg every time I pressed on the break or the accelerator. It was nothing compared to what I felt when I returned home to find Charlie's car in the drive away. I was later than I should have been and I had no idea why he was home. I was sure tonight was the night in which he was working late. But maybe I was wrong, or maybe he had tricked me in order to give him a reason to beat me up. Not that he needed one.
I felt his arm grab me from behind as soon as I stepped into the house and the door was shut. I was on the floor in an instance and the beating began. I closed off from my surroundings, something I was used to by now. Phil had done the same thing and it was a instinct too disconnect from everything that was happening. The one thing that made the beating so much worse was the lack of yells and screams from Charlie. At least when Phil beat me, he screamed the reasons why as he did. It helped me understand why it was happening. To an extent anyway. But with Charlie, there was no screaming, just grunts as his foot connected with my ribs and stomach again and again. Nothing that gave any why I deserved the beating. Nothing to tell me why he hated me so much and why he wanted to hurt me. I felt him stop kicking me and I opened my eyes, pain throbbing through my body. He was gone, out the door and driven away. I was used to it. He would beat me and leave me to deal with myself and clear up the mess. I sobbed on the floor for a time I didn't measure. I just wanted to understand why. Why me, why he hated me and what I did to deserve a life like this.
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