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Chapter 7-Back behind closed doors
BPOV
I sat up in my hospital bed looking anxiously up at the white plastic clock above the door.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
The sound was taunting me as I waited for Charlie to pick me up and take me "home". It was almost 12:00, the time he was due. My body had been unhooked from all of the machinery it once was connected to, good thing otherwise the heart monitor would have been off the scale. I snuggled up even more into my navy blue fleece, which James had bought for me to go home in, as the first time Charlie would be seeing me this week was the time he was going to pick me up. In fact he had bought me this whole outfit, my white vest top and matching dark blue loose fitting jeans.
The thought of James calmed me down. He really was my knight in shining armour. The way I would catch him looking at me when I was concentrating on homework. The way he could effortlessly make me laugh. The way his eyes glistened in the dim hospital light. I even loved the smell of him. Wow, I am hopelessly in love. But who could love me? Plain old broken "freak" Bella Swan. I sighed. Not even my own father loved me.
The thought of Charlie made my eyes dash back to the clock again, my hair scratching the back of my neck as I did so. When I saw him there my eyes bulged out of my head, my heart beating at an thousand miles an hour and sweat pouring down my head in puddles.
"I've signed you out, follow me" he grunted, before turning sideways so I could get past him and through the door. I gulped before carefully getting up, fortunately my wrist had healed so I only had to have a fabric brace, but my rib still majorly hurts and I have to have crutches for my broken leg. Putting my weight on my hospital crutches I slowly edged my way off the bed. I still wasn't very stable on them but the doctor had briefly given me instructions.
As I made my way to the door I kept my head down and just concentrated on the sound of my cast hitting the Lionel floor. I awkwardly walked past Charlie stopping once I was in the hallway. He then closed the door and started to quickly walk down the long white corridor. I as I tried to keep up which certainly wasn't the easiest things to do on crutches, I looked around at my surroundings. The last place I would be able to feel safe in a long while. I looked at the nurses rushing by. People who were in their rooms looking either on the brink of death or on the verge of happiness. I saw a father walking down the corridor clutching his daughter's tiny hand in his. She had a happy smile on her face as she skipped down the corridor hand in hand. And the father was beaming as in his other hand was a bouquet of flowers and an "it's a girl" balloon.
But all too soon they had turned off into the maternity ward and I was alone trying to catch up with my father as he held open the waited at the reception desk with a gruff face and was tapping his foot annoyingly. "Hurry up" he sneered at me as he set off out of the main door. I sighed and concentrated on walking. Soon I felt the bitter cold wind hit my face which sent a small chill down my body. I limped over to Charlie's police cruiser and awkwardly attempted to get in. After a minute I managed to open the door even with both crutches in my hand, but as I bent over to get in, Charlie pulled on my arm which sent me crashing into the car seat and the door to slam on my broken leg. I cried out in pain as tears formed in my eyes, but Charlie just put his hand over my mouth in attempt to silence my tears and whispered "shut up" in a harsh tone.
Soon my tears subsided, even though the pain hadn't and I crawled into an upright position, closing the door and putting on my seatbelt as my crutches rested up against my leg. Within seconds Charlie was zooming out of the car park and up the main road. We sat like this for an awkward 20 minutes before he broke the silence. "You know we have to live in a new house now, and it's your entire fault slut! So in this new house you will only clean, cook and do whatever else I say. Any other time will be spent in your room. You shall always call me father. I expect breakfast at 7 o'clock every morning, dinner at 6 o'clock and if I'm home lunch at 1 o'clock. After school you will come straight home, no delays. Also if Lauren ever comes around you shall do what she says. Although your little escapade with the fire she is still in shock, but she has assured me she shall deal with your punishment" I gulped. "Also nothing was saved from the fire. The council home has the basic furniture, but all of your clothes are donations from local scum. I don't see who would want to give an ugly thing like you clothes. But Isabella I am not happy in this stupid cruddy council home so once we find somewhere else, you won't be coming encase you destroy another home. But this one has one good thing, there is only one house in a mile as its not on your average council estate, it is the home of a lady who died a few years ago and it got collected by the council, so Isabella, NO one will be able to hear you cry or scream, you got that slut?" he questioned.
"Yes father" I replied, my voice raspy, broken. "Good" he grunted in reply. By the end of his speech I took in my surroundings as the car slowed down in front of an old grey stone house. All around me were dead trees, the only exception being the clearing of which the road trailed in from. I discreetly gulped. Charlie got out of the car and stormed over to the house door, before roughly stuffing the front door key into the lock, then shoving open the door. He then almost violently pulled the keys out and left the door open for me. He looked pissed off about the new housing arrangement. With my obviously inelegant grace I managed to open the door and get pretty stable on my crutches. I then closed the car door shut and hobbled quickly over to the front door as the rain started to pour heavily over me in the traditional forks style.
Once I was in the building I quickly closed the door as the downpour started to get heavier. I walked through the front door into what I presumed was the living room. Well I was right. It was painted a light brown, and had the basics, a coffee table, lamp, chair, fireplace, window, big dark green sofa and a surprising 40" television which was currently playing some sort of baseball game. Charlie was laying out on the sofa focusing on the game. Even when talking to me he never took his eyes off the television. "I'm hungry, its 5o'clock, there is food in the kitchen so make something for me, only me, you got fed enough in the hospital, GO THEN!"
I quickly scurried back into the hallway and walked down it, the first door on my left had a basic plan, one toilet, mirror, sink and shower. The second I saw was what I presumed was my bedroom as I couldn't go upstairs in my condition. I was small and only had the necessities, a bed and wardrobe. I noticed a bin bag on my bed with a few clothes coming out of it which I presumed were the donated clothes Charlie was talking about earlier. Then I stumbled into the room at the end of the corridor which I was pleased to find out was a kitchen-diner. It was pretty decent, light blue walls, fridge, oven, kettle, a few cupboards, toaster, and a decent amount of table top space and stuffed into the corner was a wooden table with 3 chairs as one side of it was pushed up against the wall.
I quickly set off to work. In the cupboards there were the usual things, soup, food sauces, spreads, pasta ect. Slightly impressed I looked in the fridge; the top was filled with different meats and potatoes, and in the freezer were different frozen foods and bags of frozen vegetables. I soon set off to work making mash potato with mince, gravy and frozen peas. I managed to sort out the mince, peas and potatoes so while they were cooking I rummaged through the cupboards before I found a plate and cutlery draw where I got what I needed and set the table. Soon enough it was cooked and I put on the kettle for hot water for the gravy. The smells were driving me crazy but I knew better than to eat some. But when would be the next time I could eat?
I turned the oven off and spent a painful 5 minutes attempting to mash the potatoes with my left hand as my right wrist was painful, but everything I did sent a painful jolt of agony to it. But I proceeded and plated up everything, just in time for 6 o'clock. I then stumbled back to the living room to inform Charlie. "It's ready" I whispered in a pathetic voice. He then pushed me out the way as he charged over to the kitchen and plonked himself down. He grunted as he scoffed it down so I think he approved. So soon I ended up standing there not knowing what to do with myself. After 5 minutes he looked up at me with an evil glint in his eyes. "Well don't stand there like a useless piece of wood!" he raged. "Clean up the mess you left behind!"
As I jumped up at his words I quickly swung around and started to pour hot water into the sink and pile the saucepans up at the side. As I poured in the washing up liquid I started to wonder how I would be able to do washing up without getting my cast wet. I was brought out of my thought trail as Charlie demanded a cup of tea. I quickly filled up the kettle with hot water then turned off the tap as I put the kettle on to boil. Memorising where I saw it earlier I pulled out a teabag, sugar and milk. Once done I put the teabag in a mug, put the now boiled water in, stirred, took out tea bag, added milk and one teaspoon of sugar, stirred and then set it down next to Charlie luckily without spilling a drop.
Once done I put all of the things away, but just as I was about to put the sugar away I heard a shout.
"I ALWAYS HAVE TWO SUGARS YOU INCOMPITANT WHORE!" with a 'whoosh' I spun around on the balls of my feet, just in time to feel Charlie's gravy covered plate connect with my chest. I screamed in agony and shock as the plate broke in two and the gravy smothered the clothes James had brought me. My scream broke off as Charlie stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Then, I began to cry.
I looked down and saw what a mess I looked, my fleece and white vest top was now tinted brown. This is the only gift I have gotten since mum died. I quickly got some kitchen roll and wetted it before desperately trying to rub off the stain, with little success. I was in hysterics after 5 minutes and I broke down crying. How come every gift I get is destroyed? Everything I own is broken, including my body, life and family. I soon gave up and decided to just put it in the washing machine. I glanced over at the sink but decided the washing up could wait. I went over to my room and started pulling clothes out of the bag. They actually looked really nice- almost brand new. Had someone brought these new for me? There was a mixture of light and dark loose and skinny jeans. An array of blouses, sweaters, hoodies, t-shirts, even a couple of gorgeous dresses! I'm sure I had stars in my eyes! Also at the bottom of the bag was a dark blue waterproof coat, various trainers and ballet flats. Then hidden at the bottom of the bag were some very...sexy? Underwear, to me they just looked scary. Also there was a beautiful white, ruffle sleeved nightdress which I assume will come down to my knee. Also a brown satchel for the morning. Knowing my jeans were fine I just undressed my top half and slipped on one of the plain t-shirts.
I then built up the courage to ask Charlie if he had any clothes to wash, he grunted a yes but after he did so and I was still standing there like a lemon he looked me up and down, particularly at my crutches. He sighed, then after cursing "useless slut" he climbed the stairs and brought back down a pile of dirty washing and dumped it in the kitchen. Soon after I had the washing in the washing machine and had washed, dried up and put away the dishes. As soon as the washing machine dinged I transferred the clothes over to the tumble drier and decided to retire for the night. I was in need for sleep and was mentally and physically exhausted.
I got washed and changed, may I say with great difficulty, and then I settled down on my bed. To my relief it was pretty comfy, well anything is in comparison to a hospital bed. As soon as I set off to sleep that night the nightmares started. The last time I had them was when mum died and they lasted for months. I dreamt that I was back in the fire but this time I couldn't get out.
That was a bad night.
After waking up continuously throughout the night I decided 6 o'clock was an acceptable time to get out of bed, and I hobbled over to the bathroom to do my business, but then I looked up after washing my hands
When I looked in the mirror I even scared myself. I had enormous purple bruise looking bags under my eyes, my bones were stretching my skin and my dull brown eyes were lifeless. I couldn't stand to look at myself anymore so I went over into my room to get changed. I awkwardly put on a pair of dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt with a dark blue hoodie on top. Then I put on some black converse trainers. I then looked at the time and noticed it was 6:45, so I decided I better make Charlie's breakfast. I quickly went into the kitchen and made scrambled egg on toast which was ready just as Charlie came through the kitchen door. Talk about perfect timing. I set it down and got us both some juice. I was allowed to drink right? Well I did anyway. As I washed up everything Charlie told me that he would have to drive me to school now, but I would have to walk home. I sighed in relief and once I had washed up I picked up my bag and met Charlie in the car. On the way to school I memorised the way back home for later. I guess that old house is my new home now... sigh.
As soon as we were at the gate I quickly got out as Charlie zoomed away down the road. As I turned around the first thing I noticed were the stares. Well who wouldn't stare at swan the freak, especially with her crutches and casts? I started to make my way over to my first class before the big rush, although I did try to keep an eye out for James, although I couldn't see him anywhere. I got to the classroom with a sigh of relief to not be in the rush. As I limped in I noticed the teacher give me a small smile. As other people strolled in I just kept my head down and listened to the teacher.
School continued as it used to, being tripped up, the names, and dirty looks. No sympathy for my current condition. Although I wasn't expecting it. I didn't manage to find James which upset me, although fortunately I didn't see Lauren either. Which I think is a good thing. The time had whizzed by and by now it was lunch. Although there was no use going to the cafeteria as I had no money, so I decided to instead go to the library and explain that my library book was burnt in the fire so hopefully I didn't have to buy a new one.
The corridor was empty as I staggered down it. No sound, no people. Perfect for me. Wait, nothing is ever perfect for me...
I soon heard a loud bang which disrupted my perfect silence and before I could blink I was being thrown into what I think was the janitor's closet. My head harshly hit one of the shelves and I could feel blood trickle down it. I desperately swung around to find myself face to face with Lauren. So here was my punishment. I gulped.
I honestly tried to defend myself but my crutches must still be outside the door, I tried swinging my arms around but it was useless. She grasped both of them with her hands and roughly shoved her face nails into my skin. I looked up at her as she started screaming in my face. "YOU ALMOST KILLED ME YOU BITCH!" I was sobbing as she ranted on to me about what I had done wrong "YOU WILL PAY BITCH!"
I whimpered as she released her hand to punch me in the face. As her fist was inches away from my eye the door burst wide open as light shone behind the man who had come to save me...
AN
Who is it?
James, Edward, or someone new and unexpected for me to use?
Maybe Charlie is going to assist his wife?
Tell me who you want it to be...
Reviewer of the chapter= jayma94 J
