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Chapter 9: Crazy and the truth part 2
BPOV
(nightmare)
I was sitting in a dark room on a chair that I was tied to. I could sense someone else her, maybe even two people. I was petrified. I couldn't move my feet nor could I move my arms. I wanted to leave and hide. I needed Edward! He will save me!! Then I felt someone's breath on my neck and I started to cry even harder. The person laughed at my crying and he started to talk, "Oh, Come on my Bella. Is this anyway to act around your father and your future husband." I started to scream when I felt a knife cut me on my face and arm. I kept crying and shacking with fear. Then I noticed a body on the floor by the couch. I tried to see who it was and I saw bronze hair. I started screaming on the top of my lungs-over and over again, "Edward!! Edward!!"
I felt someone touching my face and saying my name. I woke up and sat straight up in a matter of seconds. I was still shaking and crying uncontrollably while trying to catch my breath. I looked right into a pair of green eyes and felt better but scared shitless. I jumped at him and just hugged him tightly. I could feel other eyes on me but I did not care right then. I know now more than ever I have to leave this family alone because I couldn't let any of them, especially Edward, get hurt because of me.
I calmed down enough to let go of Edward, who was rubbing my back and hold me, and started to get up off the bed. Edward said in a quiet voice, "Bella, what are you doing?" I looked around and saw everyone in the room and knew this was going to be hard to leave without everyone following me.
I said in a calm, confident tone, at least I hoped it would sound like it, "I am leaving. I have to go to work tomorrow at the library. I have to go to my apartment and check the mail and clean. I have a lot to do and I have to start now." They all looked at me like I was crazy. Because you are. The voice singed-songed in my head. I got up and went to the bathroom with everyone following me. I closed the door in Edward's concerned, shocked and beautiful face.
I was standing there looking at my reflection and saw myself looking scared with my big plain brown eyes so big but puffy and red from the crying I have done. Someone knocked on the door and Edward said in a voice that sounded like he was trying to hide his anger, "Bella. You can't leave. We are trying to help you. We care about you and we want you to tell us whats going on. Please." I noticed on the last word his voice cracked. I hated doing this to them but I had to.
I was getting composed and calm in the bathroom and when I felt a little calm I opened the door and saw everyone was standing around the door. I walked past them and got to the front door and opened it to see Angela standing there looking scared and sad. She held an envelope in her hand and she handed it to me. I could see blood on her. My hand was shaking as I recognized the handwriting on the envelope as Charlie's.
EdPOV
I am so fucking pissed off right now. Bella is in the bathroom and before she spewed off a bunch of crap that she has to work and leave. I am trying to calm down. The door opened and Bella looks scared and nervous as she walked past us and opened the front door. We followed her because we didn't want her to leave and we couldn't believe she would just leave.
As Bella opened the door, I was going to say something but then Angela came in looking very nervous and was shaking. She got further in the room when she collapsed suddenly. My dad ran to her and was in his doctor mode while Emmett was helping my dad pick her up carefully and place her on the couch.
I looked back to the door and saw Bella watching the scene unfold and she looked at the envelope in her hand, I didn't notice at first. I watched as she opened the letter while looking at Angela. I watched her read it and she gasped and dropped the paper on the floor and started to read the other paper.
BPOV
I was getting freaked out and I had to find out what was in the letter. The first one I recognized the handwriting as Charlie. The letter was simple and straight to the point.
Bella my crazy daughter, I have been curios about what you have been up to so I hired a friend of mine Who's a PI. He found you in two days. You didn't cover up you tracks and you are a cops daughter. I am disappointed in you. I am also very mad at you for leaving the way you did. When I see you, you will be punished. I will make sure of that. The family you are currently trying to make love you will be punished as well. They will be punished for taking you in and not taking you to a psych hospital. I will take you there again though so don't worry. I will be seeing you soon Crazy. Your dad.
I gasped and dropped the letter like it burned my hands because it did. I noticed a second piece of paper with handwriting I vaguely remember.
My dearest Bella, I have missed you so much. It was really nice seeing you and holding you again. I really did not appreciate the big guy and blondie taking me away from you and beating me up. I am hurt and I will get them back. You are always going to be mine. I saw you with that bronze haired guy. Who does he think he is to touch you and hold you like that!? Tell him to watch his back. YOU, Isabella are mine. And MINE only! I remember the first time we met. It was the greatest day of my life. I will see you again Isabella Swan- soon to be Black. Love you forever, Jacob Black
I dropped that one too. I have to leave right now and pack and figure out a new place to
live or hide in my case. I bent over and picked them up. I knew I stayed in Brooklyn too long. I walked over to where Angela was awake and talking to Dr. Cullen and I kneeled in front of the couch and asked her quietly so none of the Cullen's would hear, "Who gave it to you?" Angela said in a weak voice, "He said to tell you 'Daddy's here'." I am sure my face went pale because Angela looked at me and said, "Bella, I don't trust him and I know you don't either. Let us help you." I got up and looked around the room and saw everyone was watching me and waiting for some answers.
I would tell them but not everything. I stood there and started the short edited version of my story. "My dad and ex boyfriend found me. They want me to come home with them but I don't want to." That's all I said as I turned back around to Angela and said, "I'm sorry. I have to leave before anyone else gets hurt." Emmett spoke up and said in a mad voice, "We won't get hurt. We are more worried about you! I don't get you. Tell us the whole damn story!!!"
I was shocked and I looked around the room and said, "I don't even know everyone. Why would I tell you something personal?" The whole room was quiet and everyone looked pissed. Uh Oh. I thought. Then they all said their names and then Jasper said, "Cut the bullshit Bella. We want to know."
All I could do was huff and say, "Fine but after I am done everyone will want me to leave." They sat down and waited for me to start. I had one more thing I wanted before I started so I said, "Please, don't say anything or ask anything until I am done. Okay?" I waited for everyone to say okay or nod their heads. I started my story as I sat on the couch.
"I grew up in a small town in Washington called Forks. I lived with my mom, Renee and my dad, Charlie. My mom was an elementary school teacher and Charlie was the police chief. He was supposed to be the good guy. The guy who takes care of everyone in town and his family. He did take care of the town and worked hard to keep Forks safe. He loved the power and the control he had over the town. Everyone in town loved him and though he was such a good guy. At home we knew differently, even at a young age I knew he was different at home.
He would come home every night at 6:30 p.m. if he wasn't needed and he would want a home cooked meal. My mom would get home from work and pick me up from daycare or when I got older from school around 4:00. My dad did not want me to take the bus home because he felt like I didn't deserve to be around the kids from school. He didn't want me to have friends. He thought that would give me ideas. Anyways, Some nights I was bad and made her late or bothered her while she was making dinner. She only had 2 and a half hours to make dinner and when I was bad it took her longer to make.
I learned my lesson though because those nights, Charlie would get so mad and start to yell at my mom. When I was 5 years old, that's when he would start to hit her when dinner was late or he just felt like it. I always hated when he hit her so I started to get in his way. At first he seemed like he didn't want to hurt me. But after one night when I walked in the kitchen I saw him raise his hand to slap her and I got really mad and tried to stop him. He got mad at me and he pushed me unto a wall hard and yelled at me. My mom would always yell at him and cry when ever he hit me. That's the first time he hit me and I went to the hospital because of him.
I was always clumsy, still am, but the doctors never thought anything of it because as I grew up I went to the hospital all the time. Everyone knew, or thought they did, when I came in it was because I was clumsy. I hated school because everyone thought it was funny and made my life hell.
Charlie started to drink when I was 6 years old and he became very violent. He would come home and pick a fight with my mom and me. He was still physically abusing me and my mom as well. At night when he was still drunk I would either hear them yelling, my mom crying or them having sex. Even at age 6 I knew what sex was. I hated hearing him hurt my mom at night and he did hurt her because I could hear her crying or yelling no or stop. I could see everyday how much my mom changed. She quit her job and she got depressed. One minute she'll be happy, then shell start crying and then she's yelling and mad. She cried every morning after he left for work. She never took it out on me. She loved me.
Through out the years he became more abusive and an alcoholic at home. I had no where to go to escape what was going on at home. I had no friends, and no relatives I could stay with for awhile. The hate for my dad grew more and more everyday. My mom came to school when I was 11 years old and told me we were leaving and I couldn't wait. That night when we were leaving my mom came in my room and she looked scared and helpless. She had a new bruise on her face. I siad, "Mom. Are we leaving?" She looked at me and came closer to the bed and kissed my forehead and said, "I am so sorry my beautiful daughter. I never should have stayed with him when I found out I was pregnant with you. I hope someday you will forgive me." I didn't understand what was going on. Then she brought a gun to her head and shot herself. I watched the whole thing happen and I didn't move at all. The neighbors heard a gun shot and they called the police, Charlie.
When the police and paramedics found me, I was still sitting in bed looking at my mom's lifeless body. After that I don't really remember much except for laughing like a maniac. Everyone was scared for me and my sanity and I remember a brief memory of seeing Charlie. He was looking pale and he was crying while he was holding me. I never knew why he acted like that. He never loved me or my mom.
I woke up in a white room with monitors hooked up to me. I couldn't remember anything. A doctor came in and sat down and said in a all business tone, "Isabella. I am your doctor while you are here in the psych ward. Your father will visit you every other weekend." Charlie did visit me and he seemed different. Loving even. It was all an act though. Slowly I began to remember what happened and the more I started to get worse. I was what the doctor said that I have panic/anxiety disorder, depression and I have psychotic episodes. I was on medications and when I left the hospital to go home I still had to take my meds. I was 14 when I left. I never thought I did have any of those medical problems but they told me I did.
It got worse when I got home. I started back in school and it was the worse four years of my life. I got teased mercifully and made fun of. Everyone knew about my stay at the psych ward. They felt sorry for Charlie because he had to deal with me everyday. He was still abusing me physically and mentally. He made me think I was going crazy. He would do stuff to sabotage me and I knew it was him but I had no proof.
Charlie loved the attention he got from all the single women in town and he reveled in it. He would bring home some woman and have sex with her in his room that was next door to mine. My mental health was getting worse and worse. I knew I didn't have what the doctor was saying I did but I knew something was wrong. My meds didn't really do much except make me loopy, and stupid.
My last year in Forks I became delusional and I would hear a voice in my head that was mine but totally scarier. I would go to school without shoes and others I would go days without eating. I would go places and get lost and have a panic attack. I had to leave and I planned to leave the night after I graduated.
Jacob was a guy the same age as me Charlie made me see when I was 16. He liked Jacob because he was like my dad. The whole time I was with Jacob I cant really remember much. I think we had sex but I am not sure. He was very into the whole groping and touching so I think we did. He liked to touch me everywhere, like he owned me. It was disgusting.
I couldn't wait till I graduate when I was 17. I am very smart and people forgot about that so I graduated a year early.
Graduation was a debacle. Jacob and Charlie was there and I could tell they were planning something. They took me to dinner which I was shocked and suspicious of. During dinner Charlie told me I would be marrying Jacob that night. I was so pissed. I got up and left. Charlie and Jacob dragged me to a church to get married. I couldn't do it. I left before I had to walk down the aisle. Now they want me back." I gave them the notes and they passed it around. Everything went silent.
A/N: Okay so that was it. Last minute I changed it because i thought it was to much. I think it makes sense without the parts I took out. Please review!!! Hope its good.