(Renesmee's pov)
The rest of the school day went on with a drag and I was tired. In Social studies I had to deal with loads of classwork, In Science, We had to take loads of notes for a quiz at the end of the week and the teacher barely gave us time to take them down. Emery kept begging me to come over his house and I was getting peeved off. Not only was I tired But, Mark would kill me and I mean literally kill me. He wouldn't care if I died or not, I still don't know why they adopted me.
I walked into the house with a scowl. I knew what was coming tonight. I went into the kitchen and got out a slice of pizza. I heated it in the microwave and ate it. I walked up stairs and put my book bag down in my room and started to read my book. It's called the tell-tale heart( The chapter book.). I enjoyed the book so far, I liked reading mysteries in my free time. Even though this wasn't a mystery, It gave the feeling of one.
Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold It read. So true, When ever Marks stare caught mine, I felt like I could faint any minute.
I continued reading for about an hour before I glanced at the clock. It was 6:13. Dang it. I sighed.
I went downstairs in the kitchen to make Mark and Carla's Dinner. In this house, I wasn't treated like a kid, I was treated like the maid. I had to cook, clean, and do whatever they told me to.
I put out all the ingredients and poured water into a pot. I turned the stove on high and place the pot. I opened the pasta bag and poured it all in. I added in special herbs and spices with meatballs. I stirred the ingredients all together and waited for about 20 minutes. When it was ready, I put out two plates with food and a wine bottle on the table.
For desert I made cherry pie with icing on top. I trudged upstairs as I took in the smell of the cherry pie, I could almost taste it.
No, Mark will be mad. My mind told me.
I huffed and ran up to my room, I sat on my bed and continued reading. Edgar Allan poe must have been insane, He sounds like a crazy person. I believe he was deranged.
I heard the front door slam and footsteps walk in. Carla and Mark are home.
"where is my dinner",Mark ordered sitting down at the table.
"right here sir",I said while dishing out the meatballs.
i spooned out a portion and set it on the plate,then I poured glasses of wine for them.i waited as he put the food in his mouth,if it was good I'd get a small beating .he chewed slowly taking in the flavor.
"it's okay",he said, Yes only a small beating.
i waited at the kitchen counter for then to finish,when he did he set his fork on the plate and pushed it then he rudely ordered dessert.i neatly cut a slice of pie and gave him a new fork he swallows and his face goes red. oh no not the pie I almost always mess up on dessert.
"holy shit,what the hell is this",he yells.
"cherry pie",I answer back small like.
"we'll it tastes like shit",he yelled.
"well how do you know",i ask. Oh no did I just say that out loud.
"What did you say".
"nothing".
"you little bitch".
then he ran up and caught me ,he had pulled me down and started punching me in the stomach,then he stood up and started kicking me everywhere.i started to cough up blood,this made him madder he slammed down his foot on my ankle,I heard a crunch and I cried out in pain.
"now go clean youself up and go to bed",he ordered.
i slowly limped up the steps towards my room was simple,it had a mattress on the floor,a small wooden desk for school work,a lamp, a book case,and a dresser,no closet.i went into the bathroom connecting to my room and took a shower.
after the freezing cold shower I got my homework finished,and set out clothes for tomorrow.i took two ibuprofen and went to bed.i hope I can still walk on my foot Tomorrow.
alright guys the song stuck in my head is ,Bad Day.
Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on
You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carryin' on
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on
You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
(Oh, on a holiday)
Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong
(Yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah)
So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
SO ANYWAYS REVIEW.