Ok so I realized I haven't updated in a while. And im sorry but I had writers block and a lot of things going on … so. Anyway onward. !

B.P.O.V

I was getting ready to leave when she grabbed my arm. She probably didn't mean to hurt me but I almost screamed it hurt so badly. But I didn't, I still probably made myself look pretty suspicious. She kept looking at me with concern running all through those beautiful blue eyes of hers… wait beautiful. OK Bella you know you're gay but you also know that you can have no hope with the teacher. She was a … teacher it would be wrong…. But she was soooo pretty. Chopped black hair everywhere, her blue eyes lined and shadowed giving her a Smokey eye, it looked good, her lips the most perfect red I have ever saw , and I have looked at quite a lot of lips in my lifetime. Her clothes weren't as special looking as her face obviously she hadn't cared about her outfit as much as she had her makeup. But still she looked good, gorgeous even. …

No don't even think about going and crushing on your teacher, you don't even know if you'll be alive tomorrow , don't make any indefinite plans, Charlie could kill you tonight.

My thoughts were true I could be dead by tomorrow , and I would not be surprised if Charlie pulled the shot gun out on me tonight, nor would I be sad, I have begged for worse always resulting in a slap in the face him telling me I was the most selfish person he had ever met. I don't get why he won't just kill me, I would make things easier, we would all be happy, Charlie wouldn't miss me, Renee wouldn't miss me, my classmates wouldn't and Ms. Brandon certainly wouldn't. She would probably be glad. Less a student to teach in her already so out of order class. Would make it easier. But no he enjoy beating and raping me most every night, why I don't know, he calls me ugly all the time, why doesn't he just do it with Renee and not me?

I might actually enjoy Ms. Brandon's class though, she seems an interesting person. One that wouldn't put the class to sleep, I don't know about me, she might put me to sleep, I don't get that much sleep here and I usually fall asleep in class. The teachers never say anything it's like im not even there, they don't even call my name in attendance anymore. Like I don't care, school is hell anyway. But I might be more interested in going with her teaching though.

I'm on my way to her class as it is, im a little late because I over slept in. Charlie had gone for like six hours last night and I was soar and didn't want to get up and go to school but Renee said I had to go school. I was now at the door; the walking from the entrance to the class twenty minutes I was so sore.

I knocked on the door. And waited there glad that I didn't have to move till she opened the door. She did though within 30 seconds in all her smiling glory. Some reason though I don't know why I think its fake and that in some way she is in as much pain as I am right now, if not physically but emotionally.

"Hi Bella, a little late are we? That's ok you just come on in and take a seat sweetie!" she then opened the door wider and I walked in trying not to limp as much and failed miserably. I think she noticed but she didn't say anything, just looked at me with the same amount of concern as before.

I sat down; taking my note book out and my pencil and I started to draw random pictures while I stared at the chalk board on the wall. This school is so old that none of the classes have white boards, they're all chalk boards.

When I was done I looked down to realize that what I had drawn was not random but it was a picture of Charlie slapping me. I quickly picked it up and crumpled it into a ball the noise attracting attention to me, including Ms. Brandon. She looked at me and rose her eyebrow her eyes staring at the paper ball I had not clutched in my hand. I then looked down and put my head down for a bit.

I apparently fell asleep because next thing I knew I felt something jab me in the ribs and this time I couldn't help but scream. I then lifted my head to see the teacher has taken a few steps back from me her eyes color darkening a shade or two.

"Bella is everything ok?" she asked now walking closer as I edged my chair even farther for every step she took closer.

"I didn't mean to hurt you" she said now talking a seat next to me.

"Of course you didn't no one does. At first , then they realize how much fun it is" I whispered earning a gasp from her…

What had I gotten myself into ?

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