Important! While this is based on my life and the events that have taken place involving me, this is a Fanfiction and there will be fiction in the story. Enjoy!
Last time:
My tears soon stop and I watch the fire, drinking the warm beer and enjoying the silence. Edward doesn't try and make conversation, but just watches the fire, much like myself.
"Merry Christmas, Isabella," he mutters, holding out his bottle. I clink my bottle to his.
"Merry Christmas, Edward."
Chapter eight.
Now:
My feet feel unstable as I walk up the path towards my house. I giggle slightly and stop walking when I sway too far to one side. My head and chest feel light for the first time in a long time, and I'm really enjoying it.
The front door opens and I look up to see Emmett standing in the door way, looking at me in anger. I laugh lightly and stumble towards him. Curse my stupid clumsiness. I laugh loudly this time; I'm so funny sometimes.
Emmett cocks his brow when I stagger past him and into the house. Renee and Charlie are both standing behind Emmett with their arms crossed and angry looks on their faces. I chuckle at how alike they look right now.
"Where the hell have you been?" I roll my eyes and walk past them, trying to get to my bedroom. Renee grabs my arm and holds me in place. I grit my teeth and try not to breathe on her. If she smells the alcohol on my breath, she will kill me. Although, you have to be stupid to know I'm not drunk.
"Out," I mutter, not sure where this attitude has come from. Maybe the beers I had are making me go mad? I knew I shouldn't have drunk them, but they were there, and they tasted so good. Anyway, it's better than the joint he offered.
"Where's out, Isabella Marie Swan?" Charlie roars, coming over to me and Renee in the hallway. "You can't just run out whenever something gets tough."
"So, her calling me fat was perfectly fine?" I snap, getting out of Renee's hold and going into the kitchen.
"No, it wasn't. She's gone now because we told her to leave. We have been worried sick. It's after ten o'clock, for goodness sake," he continues, following me and watching intently as I grab a glass of water. I drain the glass quickly, then refill it and drink that too. The last thing I want right now is a hangover.
"Isabella, you haven't done anything you will regret, have you?" Renee whispers, coming over to stand next to me. I widen my eyes and try to look innocent, but I know I am completely failing right now.
"Like what, Mom? No-one would do anything with her anyway. She was probably just sitting down the road, crying like normal," Emmett huffs, sitting down at the kitchen table. Duh, stupid. I'm totally drunk. God, I'm a bitch when drunk.
"Emmett! How dare you talk about your sister like that? And she does have friends; that Alice girl is nice!" Renee snaps and I put my head in my hands. I wouldn't say I'm completely drunk, but I'm not that sober either. The room is spinning, but everyone still looks the same. I take my head from my hands and stumble out the kitchen, heading for the stairs.
"Have you been drinking?" Charlie's voice is higher than my mother's and I can imagine his face being a lovely purple colour.
"I only had a few beers. Breathe, Dad," I chuckle, turning to face three very shocked faces. Yeah, so I have never drank before, so what? I'm seventeen and I am perfectly capable of going out and having fun.
"Who got you the beer?" he fumes. I can practically see the anger radiating from him and I giggle a little. If he isn't careful, he will explode and I won't clean it up.
"I bumped into someone and he gave me some. Don't worry, he didn't take advantage," I tell both Charlie and Renee before turning to Emmett. "You know him well actually."
"Who?" Emmett growls, leaving no room for me not to tell him.
"Edward Cullen." I laugh and go to my bedroom.
Light streams through my open curtains and I groan, roll over, and bury my face in my pillow. Why did I leave my curtains open? Oh yeah, I was semi-drunk and forgot to shut them. My head pounds, but I know it could be worse than this. I'm thankful I remembered to drink water before I slept.
I can't actually believe I said all of that to Edward. Why did I even say it in the first place? I should have kept my mouth shut and left when I had the chance. I would be so grateful if he forgot everything I said to him. Emmett knows that I saw Edward last night, but I can't see him telling anyone about it.
I had fun last night, I realize with a smile. Sure, it wasn't a party or anything, but I did have fun. Edward made me forget about the nasty things Grandma Swan said, and I had a laugh. No wonder other teenagers like to go out with their friends.
I never thought I would experience something like that. Sure, it wasn't how I planned to spend my Christmas day, but it wasn't bad.
With a shaky huff, I roll out of bed and go to the bathroom. My reflection is the same as always- a too chubby face stares back at me; my some-what nice looking hair falling around my fat shoulders in messy waves of rich brown. My skin is slightly paler than normal, but that could be the alcohol I consumed.
I finish what I have to do in the bathroom and go back into my bedroom. I root through my dresser drawers, trying to find something to wear. Ok, so it's track pants, track pants, or track pants. With an eye roll, I pick up a pair of plain black track pants and a white vest top, along with a black hoodie.
I leave them on my bed and lock my bedroom door before going into the bathroom. I shower quickly and pile my hair on top of my head, tying it loosely with a band. I dress and unlock my bedroom door before going downstairs. The house is dead silent and when I get to the kitchen, only Renee is sitting in there, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper.
"Good morning," she greets me, her voice hard. I sigh and go over, wrapping my arms around her. I can feel her slowly melting and she puts her arms around me, hugging me back.
"I'm sorry, Mommy," I whisper. Her arms tighten around me.
"You really did worry us, Isabella. Then you come home drunk; I don't know what to think." I sigh again and pull away from her, looking her right in the eye.
"I am sorry. What she said hurt me. A lot. I should have dealt with it better and not left." She shakes her head.
"No, baby. You shouldn't have had to deal with that in your own home. I know you do everywhere else, but I want you to feel safe in this house." If only you knew, Mom.
I sit at the table and we both eat breakfast quietly, enjoying each other's company. It's times like this that make me realize that I really do need my mom. I love her with everything and I have and I don't know what I would do if I ever lost her.
Sure, I have Charlie and Emmett, but they don't understand what I'm going through. They don't even know what being a normal teenage girl is like, let alone one that goes through what I do on a daily basis. God, I hate being a girl sometimes.
Mom and I talk for a while about nothing really. For a long while now, we have both been too busy, or something has come up, and we haven't had the time to just sit and talk like this; I have missed this.
The front door slams and Emmett storms in, his face like thunder. I cringe at the sound and both Renee and I look up to see him coming this way. I turn back around and Renee smiles at me before standing up.
"Hey, honey. What's the matter?" she coos and Emmett shoots me a look. I'm shocked he's even acknowledging me.
"Nothing. I just went to see Edward." That explains the look. I wonder what Edward had to say to Emmett; or what Emmett had to say to Edward. I would have loved to see that conversation go down. Edward got innocent Isabella 'Fatty' Swan drunk. Emmett would not be very happy, even if he doesn't show it in front of me.
"What did he have to say for himself?" Renee growls. I look at her in shock. I know he gave me the beer, but I drank it. There is no reason for her to be that angry with him. God! Ever since he started talking to me, my life has been so much more complicated.
Why can't I still be the ugly, fat girl with one friend and a brother that hates me? Why can't I just go back to being the girl nobody notices? Why can't I be the girl that gets beaten up, but nobody asks me if I'm okay? Why can't I be the girl that takes every insult with a pinch of salt, like I used to? I want to be that girl again…
"Not much," he shrugs and takes out a beer. Renee glares at him, but he just smirks and takes it with him into the living room. Why can't I do that? If I had one of Charlie's beers, he would be furious!
Around two, the door bell rings. Emmett and Renee are in the living room watching television and I'm in the kitchen, reading the newspaper and drinking tea. I roll my eyes as I go to answer the door.
"Hel…" I stop instantly when I see Rosalie standing there, a glare on her pretty face.
"Don't talk to me," she sneers. "Where's Emmett?" I point to the living room and she barges past me, pushing me into the door. I gasp when the handle makes contact with my spine. Pain flares from the contact and I clutch it with my hand. I turn to see her smirk over her shoulder at me and disappear into the living room.
I shut the door and head back to the kitchen. Charlie isn't here today as he was called into work, but Renee is still home. I like it that she is still here, because then I'm not alone in the house with both Emmett and Rosalie.
I can hear them all talking and laughing in the living room as I return to the chair I just left. My back is still hurting and I frown as I touch the area that still hurts. It feels warm and when I pull my hand away, there are a few spots of blood. It doesn't feel too bad, just a scratch.
What the hell? She just comes in here and pushes me around? This is my home and she shouldn't be allowed to push me around like that.
Who am I kidding? I can't do anything about it. This is her world. This is the world of the skinny and the beautiful, and they get everything they want. The rich and the powerful get to rule over everything; people like me don't get to decide what happens to them.
Sorry for this horrible, and short chapter. I have been having really bad migraines the last few days and I haven't been able to write. I have, however, have an EPOV outtake ready to be BETA'ed. I want to post it so you know what's going on in his head, but then again I don't. I might post it with an outtake title so you know not to read it if you don't want to, but I don't know yet. What do you think?
Anyways, sorry this took so long, like I said, migraine and slight writers block.
Thank you to my BETA, RuthPerk.
Thank you all for reading and please can we get to 70 reviews?
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