This chap may get a little confusing – no offense intended – to some people so if there is something you don't understand please ask me and I'll answer. Also to all I am not emo, or do I ever think I will become one, so I have absolutely no idea how to explain how she acts. To all people who find my explanation of emos mean or insulting or anything I apologize right now if I offend, I don't mean to but I just wish to make this chap different from my last 3 in a way. If you wish to say something about what I have written and if it offended you, please tell me over PM or review. I wish not to offend any readers.
Motherly Love
BPOV
"Bella what do you mean, I thought it was only your father that hit you" he said concerned. I gasped and covered my mouth, I never meant him to hear that let alone work it out, that it wasn't just my father – if you can call him that – that hurt me whenever he saw me. "I-its nothing Edward" I stuttered but my face told him otherwise. "If you say it's nothing well we'll just let you go to your mum right now," he said and I flinched when he said mum, also my wounds started throbbing. "NO, YOU CAN'T, YOU CAN'T YOU SAID YOU WERE HERE FOR ME, ALWAYS, YOU CAN'T MAKE ME GO, EDWARD WHY!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" I screamed before I could stop myself. He looked at me with an eyebrow raised "What? Hey don't give me that look" I told him scoldingly
"Isabella," I flinched, that's what they call me. "I won't make you go, but obviously it isn't just Cha-him, you can tell me, you can trust me," he said and before I could look away he unleashed his emerald eyes upon me making me feel like spilling my guts. "Fine, I'll tell you," I said unwillingly. Sure I hate my father, but I hate my mother more.
Flashback
I had just walked off the plane that would take me away from one of my Hells and into another. I hated planes, I couldn't stretch my legs and so my bruises were hurting. I saw my mother and got ready for the motherly 'love' from here. Seeing that we were in public she would be the nicest mother that could be seen, but once we got home I would have to deal with my mother. Worse part about this Hell was there was two Satins not just one. Renee skipped over and laid the motherly I-haven't-seen-you-in-ages-how-are-you-I've-missed-you-so-much-come-lets-go-catch-up-over-coffee-or-whatever-you-want-and-cook-some-cookies-like-we-used-to-because-I-know-you-love-to-cook thing on really thick, I bet that onlookers thought I was fake – which it was, but they didn't know that – most 'aw'ed. I also had to lay the oh-my-god-I've-missed-you-too-you-look-so-good-how-are-you-and-hows-Phil-I-can't-wait-to-hear-what-you've-been-up-to-while-I've-been-gone-cuz-my-life-is-so-boring thing on thick. Mothers smacked their kids and asked 'Why aren't you like that when you come back from you fathers?' and of course they just rolled their eyes and looked away without answering. Now at this time I had changed my appearance to fit how I felt, so I cut my hair short with a long 'emo' fringe and dyed it jet black. Now just straight just didn't suite me so I put red dye – a nice big streak in my fringe and the underside of my hair had red dye – to stand out more. I chose red because I see that colour the most. I straightened my hair dead straight and made sure that my fringe stayed in my eyes. Now I hadn't just changed my hair. I had gotten snake bites (A/N: that's two piercings on the bottom lip but can be on the top lip as well for those who don't know) and pierced my eyebrow not to mention all the ear piercings I had gotten. Also I wore dark clothes and laid the make-up on thick. I must have looked weird saying such a line when I looked emo, which I think I was. mum had dragged me to the car, we were 'chatting' like all divorcee's and kids talk like until the car doors closed. "You little fucking bitch, what have you done to yourself!!!!" she screamed at my face, not quite as loud as Charlie dose, but we were in a car and not at home so I just loved it while it lasted, that was until she back-handed me across the face, the coast must have been clear because she wouldn't have done that if anyone was watching. During the drive home I just stared out the window thinking about how much Renee had changed since she met Phil. When I was 12 mum met Phil and went from 'mummy' to Satin 2, Renee, ma'am, mother and many more. She went from my light at the end of the tunnel to a leading member of 'I Wish Bella Was Dead, So I'll Try And Kill Her Club' – IWBWDSITAKH for short – the leader being Charlie and co-leader being Phil. That's why Charlie and Phil are such good friends, they both wish I were dead. We arrived at Hell 2 and I jumped out and went to go get my bags. I walked inside and saw Satin 1 as I liked to call him. (A/N: I have decided that Charlie is going to be known as The Devil in Bella's POV because Phil isn't as bad as Charlie. Just for those really confused people, Charlie is worse than Phil and Renee is the least horrible, but she's still a bitch. Also Renee and Phil are married) When he saw me he looked like a (evil) kid in a candy store and I knew that his entertainment for this month had arrived, no extra cost. The night went along quite smoothly – when I mean smoothly I mean at the end of the night I crawled up the stairs and patched up the deep cuts all over my body, they may have not have been as bad as Charlie's cuts can get, but they were pretty bad. I also had to pop my shoulder back in and pull all the bits of glass and china from my wounds. Lets just say that they made me stand in the centre of the living room in my underwear while they threw beer bottles, china plates, wine glasses, wine bottles as well was knives at me and I knew that if I didn't go along with it the would tape me to a chair and throw everything and anything at me and that would hurt a lot more – I knew that tomorrow would get worse so I relieved my stress by ding something I never thought I would do, I took a large chunk of glass that I had removed from my torso and slid it across my skin, creating a large gash in my wrist making my fresh red blood flow out of my arm and slowly drop bit by bit onto the bathroom floor. The sound of the drops hitting the tiled floor was music to my ears, I threw my head back and absorbed the feel and sound of what I did. I slid down the wall I was leaning against and watched as my blood poured out of my skin. I must say it looked beautiful and I felt much better after making the gash. I looked down into the pool of blood and smiled at my reflection, I know it was wrong, I complained about my injures to much but this just felt right, probably because I made this wound and I didn't care. Slowly the blood flow stopped and slowly the drops that splashed into the pool on the floor stopped, and the blood dried on my arm to it was horrible to wash off. and I knew that cutting again would make matters much worse so I would have to wait until tomorrow. Instead of cutting my wrist, I cut patterns into my legs and arms also my torso sometimes, watching the blood slide down my skin, the feel of it just felt amazing. (A/N: I'm making way to many of these but I think I should say that I don't know how to talk about blood all that well) My nights went the same way until three years later, but it wasn't always at Hell 2, it was at Hell 1, I never went back to Hell 2. Every time I would cut the gashes would get deeper, one time I had hit an artery and Charlie had to say that he found me on the side of the road and brought me into the hospital to I wouldn't die. I also had to make up a name, address, parents and age as well as a date and place of birth. I don't know why he did it, but he did. That was the end of my obsession of cutting my wrists. I also dyed my hair back to burgundy – its original colour – and used makeup only to cover my wounds on my face.
End flashback
Edward didn't say anything for a while, a very long while I was afraid I killed him. Before he spoke he grabbed my wrists (he didn't die!) as if to see for himself if I was speaking the truth, he gasped when he saw the large white scar on my left wrist. He then grabbed my legs and looked to the patterns, which he found easy. I looked down at the floor ashamed. When he finally spoke he didn't scream or yell like I expected instead he slowly pulled me into a hug. "Don't worry, there's no need to be ashamed, I would have done the same thing. The amazing thing is that you stopped, most people I know who do that can't stop," he whispered in my ear. Why is he so damn calm about this?! I mean I could have died but he's calm! Most people can't understand why I did it even when they know about the abuse but he says he understands. I'm totally confused "Edward there's every reason to be ashamed, that night I brought on the abuse cuz Charlie hated to spend money on me, I brought it all on myself. I'm an idiot" I muttered. He pulled me away and did something I never expected him to do.
What does he do??? Review if you want to know what happens. If I dont get any reviews I wont post again :( . anyway I'm sure that some people were a bit ofended what I said in this chap and im sorry I neva ment 2 ofend any1. I h8ed writin this chap cuz I new that som pplz wouldnt like wat I had writen but I wantd 2 show a difernt side 2 bella. also I wnt u all 2 no that im not a victim of abuse, I just got an idea and it becam a stori, ive no histori with abus nor will I eva wnt 2 b abusd. i find abus terible & I would neva abus som1. sorri if i ofended any1.
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