Rosalie POV:
After closing my eyes, I felt Royce and my father get on top of me, one at a time, and I heard their drunken laughter and my screams for help. My mom came in, Royce and my father got in bed with me and spooned me, and I felt her fist hit my eye.
"OW!" I shouted, blindly hitting my mom's arms. "That hurt really bad!"
"Get up. Out of that bed. Let's go. HURRY UP! You're sick, you know that, you filthy, nasty, pregnant whore? I should throw you out on the streets, but it's too much fun to beat you up!" She pulled me out of bed, and I had my hand over my black eye while crying. She grabbed my hair and smashed my head into my mirror. I cried out in pain, and she kicked my chest.
"Stop that crying, child! You're such a loser! You can't even keep your needs to yourself! Just because no one loves you doesn't mean you can just fuck my husband and my son! Goddamnit, you fuckin' worthless pig sin child! You're a bastard! You hear me? A fuckin' bastard! I HATE YOU! I DESPISE YOU! You should've never been born! I shoulda killed you! I shoulda smashed your ugly face in when I saw you! Bitch! Whore! Maggot! Fugly slut! You're filth! Absolute filth!" She threw insults at me right and left while slapping me in various places. She also gave me a split lip which I couldn't cover up.
"Stop hurting her, Mom! Come on, Rose, we have to get ready for school,"
"You asshole! Get the fuck out of here! I'm teaching your sister a lesson!" She threw a pile of my makeup supplies at him while he ducked and they all hit the wall with a crash.
"No, Irina. I will not get out of here. Laurent and Royce fuck your daughter, not the other way around. And I love my sister. She's loved by someone and she's also loved by Ashley, her daughter,"
"You seduced Royce at age seven? You're pathetic, a stupid snob! You think you're higher than everyone else? You're dead wrong. You deserve to die," she growled at me. "Make breakfast!"
My breathing was ragged as Jasper hugged me and rubbed soothing circles on my back. I got some sunglasses to cover my black eye so people wouldn't ask questions. I held a pack of ice over my eye until we got to school. It seemed to relieve the pain, but the blood was still there. There was a purple bruise beneath my eye, and I couldn't cover it up. It was too dark. I stopped crying when we got on the bus. It hurt too much.
Alice POV:
Mrs. Cullen looked shocked to see me get to school a few minutes early with Bella. "Well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence! Thank you, Bella, for bringing her. I really didn't want to lock you out, Alice,"
"Really? Thanks," I said, giving her a sarcastic smile while sitting down. Jasper wasn't there yet. He arrived a few minutes later with Rosalie and they sat next to me.
"Alice! Your sister listened?" Emmett asked, guffawing.
"Shut up, Emmett. Bella drove me to school. My sister was wasted this morning and couldn't take me at all, so I walked until Bella and Edward found me,"
"Well, I'm glad you didn't get locked out," Jasper whispered to me, stroking my hand with his fingertips. I felt my cheeks warm up.
"Me neither," I replied.
"I would have been lost without you,"
"Get real," I snorted.
"No, believe me,"
My heart leapt for joy. I traced his scars on his arm with my pinkie finger. "What happened? Looks serious," There was a fresh welt peeking out from his shirt.
"Fuck, don't let Mrs. C notice that," he groaned, pulling his shirt up over it. "Just a little accident at home,"
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I just got into a fight with my dad,"
"Never do that again. I hate seeing you hurt,"
Emmett POV:
"I see you got a new choker," I was telling Rosalie. She had sunglasses over her eyes, but I could still tell she rolled them.
"What the fuck do you care?"
"Sorry for being pushy about it earlier. I really am sorry for calling you all those names. I thought we were playing a game," I apologized.
"So did I. But your words just hurt me. Why did you get so offended when I called you…you know,"
"No reason, I just hate that word. Good luck with the baby," I didn't want her to know my mother fucked me all the time. I wonder who knocked her up, though. I felt the urge to kill that bastard, whoever he may be. I don't know why, but I just did. She was beautiful, when I really looked at her. I could get lost in her blue eyes. I wanted to know all about her suddenly.
"Thanks," I could've sworn I saw her lips pull up into a slight smile, but I couldn't be positive.
The rest of the class filed in, and Mrs. Cullen started the lesson.
Jasper POV:
"Okay, guys! How did you like what you read?"
"It was romantic, I guess," Emily said, shrugging.
"Reminds me of me and Jacob," Lizzie giggled.
"Hey, Bella!" Jacob got her attention. "I'm really sorry about my outburst yesterday. Truly, I am,"
"What, did Mrs. C tell you to apologize to me?"
"Nah, I just felt like apologizing. Sometimes, I can't control my emotions,"
"It's okay. But next time, Mom will expel you,"
I yawned. "Stayed up till two in the morning reading it, bro,"
"Me too," Rosalie said, yawning right after I did. "Ow, my lip," It was bleeding, and it looked split.
"What happened to her?" Emmett asked. Yawning was contagious, because he let out a loud yawn just then. I started to tell him, but one death glare from my sister shut me up. I only shrugged.
"What is up with all the yawning? Why won't you listen? I am not that boring!" Mrs. Cullen sighed.
"Sorry, we're just tired! Can we take a break from reading today, and vocabulary?" Jasper asked.
"Do you wanna talk about this?" Mrs. C asked.
"On you, shit," Sam said.
"Whatever floats your boat, teach," Jacob added. "We don't have no choices in this room,"
"Well, if you all feel that strongly about it, leave the room,"
"What?" we asked.
"Hey, listen. Nobody's forcing you to be here. You have a choice. You can stay, or you can leave,"
"Lady, why are you playin' this game? We don't have a choice," Paul said, frowning.
"You don't have a choice? You don't have a choice on whether or not you're here?"
"No. If we leave, we don't get to graduate. If we stay, we gotta put up with you," Rachel explained.
"Well, that's a choice, isn't it? You have a choice. You either don't graduate or you have to put up with me. It may not be a choice you like, but it is a choice,"
"Man, you don't understand nothing. l mean, you don't come from where we live. You-You're not bussed here," Leah grumbled.
"Do you have a choice to get on that bus?"
"Man, you come and live in my neighborhood for one week and then you tell me if you got a choice," Rosalie lashed out at her.
"There are a lot of people who live in your neighborhood who choose not to get on that bus. What do they choose to do? They choose to go out and sell drugs. They choose to go out and kill people. They choose to do a lot of other things. But they choose not to get on that bus. The people who choose to get on that bus, which are you, are the people who are saying, "l will not carry myself down to die. When I go to my grave, my head will be high," That is a choice. There are no victims in this classroom!" We were just gaping at her while she spoke.
"Why do you care anyway? You just here for the money," Alice snapped when Mrs. C finished her speech.
"Because I make a choice to care. And, honey, the money ain't that good,"
"Whatever," Alice said, slumping in her seat.
"It's a cruel world out there. People will knock you down, but you have to learn to pick yourself up and stand up for what you believe in," Mrs. C added.
"We try! But we just get pushed down again!" Charlotte said.
"Yeah, and then the fighting is useless. We become worthless," Peter went on.
"You are not worthless. You are all special in your own way. Now, Rosalie, do you need to see the nurse? Your lip is bleeding. What happened? And why are you wearing sunglasses in class even after I told Emmett not to yesterday?"
"Just mind your business,"
"Get out your books, then. We're going to start,"
"We're tired!" Rosalie complained.
"What did you do, stay up all night? You know that's bad for you!"
"We didn't choose to," Rosalie continued arguing.
"You ever been beat?" I yelled without thought.
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