Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters.
Warning: Lots of swearing. Lots and lots of swearing.
As I drove back home from Tyler's house I began to think out my situation and make a plan.
I become determined that I will tell my dad what is going on. I decide that I will go to the school office tomorrow and ask to switch my biology class with the one during my study hour. And all of this will be behind me.
No more psychotic boys with beautiful faces and ugly smiles. No more being terrified by one of my peers.
I am a mature adult, I can handle this shit.
When I arrive home, I am feeling pretty good about my plan.
I feel like everything is going to be okay.
That is, until I make it to the kitchen.
Son-of-a-bitch.
Sitting there all pretty in my kitchen is the little, pixie Cullen.
The instant she sees me, she is up out of her chair and knocking me over in the most aggressive hug that I have ever received.
"Bella!" She squeals, hugging me even tighter into her abnormally hard body.
Are all the Cullens fucking gymnasts or something?
As she pulls away, she fucking dances back to her seat, floating down gracefully into the chair and sitting upright and proper as if she is seeing the God damn Queen instead of the sheriff of some no name town and his daughter.
"Bella!"
Charlie sounds angry and I turn my gaze expecting him to be frowning at Cullen but he's not- in fact- he is standing with his hands on his hips looking at me in disapproval.
What the hell?
"Alice says that you left your notebook at school. She was nice enough to bring it over and wait for you to come back." As he speaks, he shifts his hips and then draws his eyebrows together in the ultimate look of parental disapproval. "Apparently you have a project tomorrow?"
I stutter in denial, confused and shocked at the sudden accusation.
I abruptly turn my eyes to Alice, my mouth gapping as I try to say that it's not true, that she is lying, but my father interrupts me.
He shuffles his mustache in agitation. "Now, Bella, this young lady was nice enough to wait for you to get back- which we need to talk about, you should know that you can't stay out late when you have a test or a project due the next day."
The fucking bitch is smiling.
"Now why don't you take Alice to your room so you can get some studying done before its past curfew."
I whipped my head around, staring at my dad in horror as if he just signed for my execution; though with the Cullens, he may very well have.
Alice is instantly on her feet, pulling me into her and up the stairs before I can blink yelling a musical, "It was wonderful to meet you, Charlie!" as she sprints us up the stairs and into my bedroom.
The second we enter my room, she shoves me away like I'm a disease, sending me into my armoire with enough force to bruise my side.
I take a sudden intake of air when I hear the distinct 'click.' She has locked the door.
Apparently oblivious- or uncaring- of my pain and horror, the littlest Cullen plops down on my bed, back straight and feet pulled together like a fucking princess.
"So," she begins in a bell-like voice that I have begun to associate with the Cullens, "That was an interesting move that you pulled today."
As she speaks, her voice becomes tighter- more agitated. It makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand; every self-preservative part of my body yelling at me to run.
As if she senses my unease, her tense expression loosens into a smile. Well, it would be a smile if she wasn't a Cullen. God, what is wrong with this family's smiles? It was a caricature of a normal smile; pulled too tight, showing too many teeth.
The smile only revs up my fear; sending my body into fight or flight mode.
All the adrenaline rushes are starting to make me antsy. Trying to alleviate my nerves and the itch settling under my skin, I begin to move around the room, keeping my eyes constantly on Cullen and edging around her like a skittish rabbit.
"My brother has never shown such an interest in someone before-" She begins.
"Maybe he is asexual." I quip, cringing when I realize who- or what- I'm taking to.
Shut the fuck up, you masochistic bitch!
But she just powers through it, only a twitch on the side of her lip giving anything away.
"-And I will do everything in my power to make sure that things go smoothly for him." She speaks slowly, emphasizing her words to project her intent.
Read you loud and clear, bitch.
I don't know what drives me to do it, but I suddenly reach for my desk lamp, every bit of me intent to smash her in the face.
I yell out when I am suddenly pushed into the wall, a hand around my wrist and throat, knocking my head into the wall with enough force to make me gasp for breath. The grip on my hand and throat tighten until I drop the lamp back on the desk.
I try to gasp for air and begin to panic when the grip around my neck only tightens, narrowing my airways more. Clawing at her pale arm, I try to shift my face away from hers when Alice invading my space, her amber eyes shining with maliciousness.
"Now listen here, you little human bitch." She hisses into my face. "If you haven't figured it out already, we are stronger, faster, and smarter than you. You try to pull another stunt like that again, or the one this afternoon, or try to tell anyone about this, I will gut your father and make you watch before I feed you his entrails. Got it."
At her final statement, she slams my head back against the wall, with enough force to temporarily blind me, my vision filling with black dots and my skull exploding in pain.
By the time I can see again, I find myself squatted down on the ground, using the wall for support.
Cullen is standing in front of me looking down at me in distaste.
"Make sure to wear a turtle-neck tomorrow, the bruises that form will be rather unappealing. Edward won't like it if other people see them."
She smiles as she leaves my room, yelling a "good night" to my father.
I don't move until I hear the front door click shut, and then I am instantly up and running down stairs. Feeling adrenaline coursing through my body, I lock the front door before I begin checking each window on the first floor.
Running back upstairs, I check the window in my room and then the window in the bathroom. All locked.
I let myself relax.
I then allow myself to vomit into the toilet.
The next day is a living hell.
In the morning I wake up with fresh blue and purple bruises dotted all around my neck in a distinct hand print. I struggle to get my jeans on without wincing because every movement sends agonizing pain through my hip, which is now has a bruise that takes up the entire left-side of my hip and thigh.
I can't even look my dad in the face when we sit down for breakfast. All I can think about is Alice in my house, alone with my dad.
I will gut your father and make you watch before I feed you his entrails.
Once I get to school everything just gets worse.
I feel like I am suffocating. Everywhere I go, there is a Cullen.
When I go to the bathroom, one of them is already there waiting for me. At gym, Alice attaches herself to my side acting as if we are best friends. The blonde boy watches me in my Spanish class. In biology, Edward keeps his hand on my leg and guides me to my car after school.
By the end of the day, I am shaking so badly that I can't even hold my keys.
After that day, my life goes to shit and I am too much of a coward to stop it.
After Wednesday, Edward starts showing up at my door every morning to drive me to school. And every morning, from the moment we get into the car until the moment that we leave it, he has his hand on my leg, smoothing it up and down the thigh.
The first day I feel nothing but disgust, after that I just try to feel nothing.
After that, the Cullens start making me eat lunch with them; finding me in the hallway after third period and guiding me to their lunch table, forcibly pushing me down into my chair as one of them brings me a tray of food.
The blonde girl ignores me and jock looks everywhere but me, leaving early from lunch in obvious agitation.
Alice spends the entire lunch talking about taking me shopping and doing my hair and makeup, while Edward pets my leg and tries to feed me from his hand
I manage to bit him the first time he attempts it. He doesn't even flinch, instead shoving the food into my mouth, choking me with the force of his propulsion.
The blonde boy only stares at me and at random intervals I am thrown into full-body tremors, my blood flooding with adrenaline and a fear so strong that I feel like I am going to die.
Each time I come down from the panic attack, Edward running a hand through my caring and trying to soothe me, I can see Jasper out of my peripheral smiling.
Slowly I begin to pull together what I can about the Cullens.
They are not human. "You little human bitch."
They possess super speed and strength.
And while they may not want to kill me yet, that does not mean that they won't.
It takes me until Friday to realize that Alice's abilities come from something beyond her super speed.
I figure out that the little she-bitch can somehow read my mind.
I test out my theory when she takes me shopping that weekend.
Each time I planned to make a radical move, she instantly throated it, a conceited grin on her face.
After a few attempts, I had given up testing my theory- sure that I was correct. Everything changes when she places a necklace around my neck, clasping the jewelry while commenting that Edward would love the color on me.
I choke on my spit as anger so strong overcomes me that I pull the necklace from my neck without thinking; shattering the clutch and sending the beads of the necklace everywhere through the department store.
Alice hisses, grabbing my arm tightly as she apologizes to the clerk, who instantly forgives her and refuses to let her pay for the damages.
But the damage had been done. Despite her deviousness, I had found a hole in their scope.
The Monday after that weekend I test my idea. The first second that I am alone, I run into my dad's room on impulse, grabbing a police-grade taser from his closet. I crank it up to full voltage- enough to kill a fucking cow- and hide it under my pillow.
I purposely do not think about it for the rest of the week.
The next week only gets worse.
Edward becomes more clingy and violent.
During one biology class, he nearly breaks Mike's arm when Mike tries to pass me a slide. After the incident, Jessica and Mike stop talking to me.
Not that they could even if they tried.
Edward's clinginess, amplifies his siblings'- the blonde boy and pixie- actions, resulting in me being surrounded by more than one Cullen at one time.
Every time anyone attempts to talk to me, one of the Cullen siblings instantly escorts me away, completely ignoring the other person while grinding their bony hand into my arm.
Towards the end of the second week, people begin to avoid me like they do to the Cullens.
Only Eric and Angela keep trying to talk to me anymore.
The only chance Angela seems to get now is during study hours, where we have assigned seats and Angela refuses to be cowed into switching seats with Edward.
Angela instantly sense that something is wrong, asking me during our study dates if everything is alright while glaring at Edward.
One study date she asks if Edward is being abusive.
I instantly clam up, shaking as I look away and ask her what her answer to number three on the homework was.
"I will gut your father and make you watch before I feed you his entrails."
After a second try, she gives up. We never talk about it again.
Comments: I'm sorry; I remember promising bad-assery and violence, but once again the word count just got too damn high (like 4500 words too high). But y'all have to trust me this time, I promise, next chapter is worth it.
To give a quick time-line, this chapter starts on Tuesday night (Bella's second week of school) and ends Thursday (about 9/10 days later).
As always, constructive criticism is welcomed. Reviews are like the cream cheese frosting on red-velvet cupcakes.