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BPOV
I couldn't believe it. Edward was back. Most of me wanted to tell him everything, cry and just let him comfort me. But the hard, cold person inside who'd taken over most of me told me that if I did that, things would just get worse with Charlie.
I was going home. When I got home I'd keep quiet, I'd make dinner, I'd go upstairs and I'd think. Hopefully Charlie wouldn't make a huge fuss today and wouldn't hurt me. I got home as quickly as my legs could get me there.
As soon as I opened the door, I felt it get slammed right back in my face. I tumbled back and fell to the ground. I looked up through blurred eyes to see Charlie looking down at me. I could feel the fear rising through my body. He had that look in his eyes. The one that always made me sure he was going to kill me.
"Get. In. Now." He said in a deadly quiet voice. I quickly scrambled to my feet and got into the house. As soon as he closed the door I knew I was in for it. He began hitting me hard. I whimpered out in pain as he did. "When I come home, I expect you to have something ready for me to eat, and if you haven't I expect you to be making it, but today when I got home, YOU WEREN'T EVEN HERE!" He screamed as he dragged me by my hair and threw me across the floor.
I collided with the wall quickly and I screamed out in pain, but only for a second. That was all the time I had to register the pain before I felt more. Charlie was kicking me, hard, in my hip bone. It felt like hell. Sometimes when he did this, I wished for death. Death was welcoming and I welcomed it back. The calmness, the silence, the peace. Bliss.
I tried to zone out, not think about the blows I was getting from Charlie. Thinking about other things. My mind zoned straight to Edward. If he found out about this, I don't know what would happen. Charlie grabbed my hair and tugged me back into reality. I winced as I was pulled up to my feet.
"Now, I was you to go and make me dinner and then go to your room and stay there!" He barked.
He let go of my hair and I collapsed to the floor. He'd kicked my hip so hard that it must've popped out of place because I couldn't move my left leg. He got angry at this. He grabbed me again and threw me towards the kitchen, each time I fell down, he grabbed me by my hair, and threw me. I whimpered each time, I could feel my eyelids getting heavier, my vision blurring, and my head starting to spin. Charlie was in a very bad mood today, and unfortunately, I had to take the anger of that bad mood.
After only about three more blows I could feel myself slipping into unconsciousness. The thoughts came to me perfectly. This had to stop, I couldn't take it any more. I had to get out of this life, and I had to get out of it now.
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When I woke up, I could smell the blood around me. I was still in the place I'd lost consciousness at when I was last conscious. I looked at the clock. One o'clock in the afternoon. I was very late for school. I got up, wincing as I put pressure onto my left leg. I grabbed a hoodie and limped out.
Once I got to school I went to the office where I spoke to the receptionist, telling her that my mother had had an accident and we were waiting for word back from a hospital. She seemed to buy it, because she handed me a slip telling my teacher why I was late. I smiled and went to my lesson.
It wasn't long until it was lunch, I didn't even have time to think of an excuse as to why I wasn't eating. I sat at my usual table and, as expected, Edward came to sit with me.
"I haven't seen you all day, why? Is something wrong?" He asked, worried evident in his voice.
"Renee's been in an accident, we've been waiting to get word back from the hospital." I told him simply.
He frowned. I'd never been able to lie before, but I'd had to lie about every day of my life for the past five years. "Where's your lunch?" He asked me.
"I made myself something earlier when I was waiting for the news about Renee." I said smoothly. "So now I'm not hungry."
He seemed to buy it…reluctantly. He started eating his food as I stared out of the window. I was thinking about the fun times we had had when we were younger. Going berry picking in the nearest tree cluster, playing games of tag around his dad's car, swimming in the…
"Do you remember the little lake we found all those years ago?" Edward asked me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I smiled. "We went swimming there every day for the whole summer when we were ten."
"And that one time when we had the race and I beat you." He smiled up at me as he remembered.
I laughed. "And I got your sneakers, put some rocks in them and threw them into the lake." I laughed at the memory. "You never told me about what Esme said when you went home with those shoes."
He smiled and leaned over. "I told her what happened and she said that it wasn't very gentlemanly to win the race."
I laughed more at that, the first genuine laugh I'd had in a long time. "Didn't those sneakers cost like 40 dollars or something."
Edward cringed. "Double it."
My mouth dropped open. "If you'd told me that then I wouldn't have taken them and put them in the water."
He chuckled. "It's ok Bella, that was about seven years ago. The past is the past." I smiled at him. He sighed. "Bella I'm so sorry to bring this up, but yesterday on the note you gave me you said that things would only get worse if I came back into your life. What did you mean?"
I sighed. I couldn't lie to him, not after the conversation about the lake and the shoes. "There are things that I can't tell you about, things that I'm not proud of. Something's happening, and I can't tell you about it, one because it would make things worse, and two because I'm not sure I want you to know." I didn't look up at him, but I knew he'd be upset. I closed my eyes and mentally cursed my choice of words. "Edward, I don't mean that I don't want you to know, it's just, if you find out, I don't know what will happen, but I can only think of the worst. Please, just trust me when I say that when I'm sure of what's happening and what will happen, that I'll tell you."
I looked into Edward's eyes. He looked back at me. "I'll trust you, but I really need to know Bella. What you've…" He paused to think of the appropriate word. "Described to me, it doesn't sound very good Bella. I'm worried for you. Know that if you ever need me, you just need to tell me and I'll be at your side."
I smiled again. "Thank you." The bell rang at that second. "Walk to Biology with you?" He smiled and nodded, standing up. I did the same, wincing as I did. Edward frowned worriedly at me. "I fell down the stairs when I heard about Renee and you saw my limp yesterday, well it got a bit worse."
"Do you need to see the nurse?" He asked worried.
I shook my head. "It's not that bad, it just isn't very comfortable to walk on." He propped his arm around me and helped me to walk. I smiled. He was always my help. He always had been, even when he wasn't there. When I was being beaten by Charlie, I always imagined that I was back in the old days with Edward, having fun. He was always the thing that kept me going through these hard years.
My support. My Edward.
A.N.- Ok faithful readers guess what. I actually like this chapter! I'm not keen on this story and a couple times I've been thinking of taking it down, this is the reason I haven't updated so frequently. But I do like this chapter, I like the race thing lol. Review please.
Thanks to emoTWiLiGHT because she's cool and she betaed it.