Chapter 10: Free Shoes For Life

Charlie's P.O.V.

I lay down the phone receiver shocked at what I just heard.

How could I have let this have happened?

I could have stopped it, but I was too quick to judge her.

I walk to the edge of the stairs and began climbing them numbly.

Why did this have to happen to her?

My daughter of all people.

I feel like I falling and can't grab onto to anything to stop my self.

I feel scared

Disappointed…

Sorrow…

Shame….

I open my room door, walk over to the bed and stare.

Bella' asleep, laying on her right side arms across her stomach.

Her hair is spread all around the pillow.

It's covering her face.

I sit on the edge of the bed.

I look up as I hear her sign and roll onto her other side.

I can see the beginning of a bump.

I almost miss it.

Pain consumes me as I remember what I just heard.

I just got off the phone with Erik Yorkie.

And I know everything.

Including what I'm going to do to him.

I watch Bella's chest move with her breathing.

I look up into her innocent face.

I see how young she.

I walk to the closet…

Pull out a gun…

Open the door…

Walk down the hall…

And pull the trigger…

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I hear a scream one of pain.

The other of terror.

I turn my head to see Jasper…

Covered in blood…

But not his…

I hear feet pad across the hallway…

Coming in my direction…

I watch as Bella… opens his door…

Turns on the light…

And screams…

Then everything goes black.

Bella's P.O.V.

4 Months Later

I lay my hand down on my swollen belly as I walk through the school corridor.

I can hear the taunting whispers of my fellow classmates as they mock me, making fun of my swollen state.

I am used to it by now but even that can't stop the tears from welling up in my eyes, from there hurtful words.

It never ends as each and everyday they have something new to say about me.

Their comments hurt even more than the bruises that ran along my arms.

Pushing back the tears that threaten to fall I raise my head and walk into a room full of my tormentors, also known as a classroom.

I walk and take my seat at the back of the classroom at farthest corner and pull out my book.

Reading is the only thing that helps me escape my problems, even if just for a little while.

I try to read books as often as I can to escape the never ending pain that came with being me.

There isn't much I can do to stop it but reading is one of the few things that can.

I shrink down in my seat as someone throws a paper ball, hitting me in the shoulder.

Real mature I think as I continue to read until the teacher comes in and calls the class to attention.

I keep reading, the teacher's voice droning on in the background, trying to block out all the harsh whispers being thrown my way as the teacher ignores them.

Nothing ever changes.

I sit in Mrs. Bennett's fifth hour class as I listen to her tell the class a story about her daughter and a flying cantaloupe.

Having heard her tell this story a thousand times before, I already knew how it ended and wasn't really interested in it anymore.

Being carful not to bump my stomach on the desk I lay my crossed arms on the desk and burry my head deep within them.

I winced at the pain that spread through my arms at the brief contact and sit up.

I'm never left without a bruise.

He makes sure of it.

He always does.

And Always will…

It will never change.

To be continued…

Hey guy I need some ideas and quick. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while I've just been having a lot of family issued that needed to be resolved. Some of them where effecting my writing and I did not want to put up anything that I would want to take back down. I have decided to continue to write on fanfiction (always and forever). I would like to thank all of you who have been supportive and have kept reading and reviewing and alerting this story and I wanted to let you all know I am very thankful to have all you loyal, wonderful, and beautiful fans.

Thank you for staying with me through thick and thin. I should update more regularly now and try and make each chapter longer than the last. If you have any ideas or characters you want me to put in the story private message or review me and I will get back to you as soon as possible. I will try my best to include all of the ideas. If you send one you will be credited in the story and will most likely get your own character. Again thank you all for being so wonderful.

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