Hello, I hope you have enjoyed the chapters so far and you like the plot . Thank you for all the reviews and follows and I hope you like reading this chapter. This is going to be a short chapter but the next one will be longer
After a while the tears seemed to have dryed and the anxiety seems to fade. I look up and notice it must of been a while the sun reflects onto the grass almost like diamonds. Reality just seems to fade away and for awhile I guess I can live in a fantasy where life was simple and all you had to worry about was homework. I sit there not really thinking just sort of figuring it out. The sun starts to fall and I remember Phil. I run down the bank trying not to trip on any of the rocks until I can finally see the car..
Thank you God!
I dash towards the car whilst unlocking it I hop in and rushingly start the car. I speed off ,and glance at the clock.
7:21 pm
shit I am four hours late ,tonight is not going to be a good night. Maybe he,ll be to drunk to notice I mean there's a chance,right? But then again we have only just arrived in forks and well I'd be surprised if he's already stocked the liquor cabinet. I drive off even faster push the pedal every time my hands tremble with anxiousness. I pull into the garage and step out of the car..
remember you are than stronger Phil ,don't let him show your hurt.
i jangle the door handle and yes its fucking unlocked are you kidding me. I open the door slowly and take a step inside flinching in fear automically. I walk over to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water when I feel some one creep over to me.
"Four hours ,are you an idiot boy" he thunders in my face
i step back
"you can't even make Dinner your pathetic"he spits at me
i look up at his face seeing the familiar look in his eyes disgust
Just as I think he's going to carry on shouting. He raises the beer bottle in his hand and he shatters it against my back.
i scream in pain as I feel every piece stab my back. Even when I think he's done ,he slams down punches on my torso. My chest stinging with every hit,I give up. The tears fall down my face almost as painfuil as the fists on my skin.
When he seems to have lost interest in his punching bag he walks back off and then turns his head towards me
"I do not want to catch you late again boy,or that may be your body on the floor,now move your worthless ass upstairs boy" he snarls
I look at the floor feeling disconnected with the world, I make my way upstairs. Pulling myself into the bathroom. I take my top off and feel the bile rise just looking at each purple bruise. I turn around not really wanting to see my back. I pull the tweezers out of my cupboard along with my own little first aid kit. I pick every piece of glass out of my back ,my body screaming with pain . After half an hour I put some werid disinfectant cream on and then I just stare at all the glass on my hand and throw it in the bin.
I limp to my bedroom in extreme pain and slide into bed. I block out the pain and slowly drift to sleep..
That was the first night I dreamt of Bella
