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I tried to forget about what happened last night, but every time I shut my eyes that's all I would see. I had nightmares about Jacob and what he could possibly be planning. How long does it take for the images to disappear, for the nightmares to go away?
I woke up screaming that first night, and unfortunately I woke Charlie up too. He wasn't happy to say the least.
"What the bloody hell are you screaming about? You're fucking lucky we don't have neighbours! You stupid slut!" He yelled as he barged into my room. A soon as he was close enough he hit my face. I whimpered at the force of the hit.
English the next day was interesting. We were told to find a poem to recite to the class tomorrow. I knew the perfect poem; I found it last night when I couldn't sleep. Little Child, Meek and Mild. It was depressing I knew that, because it is the kind of poem I was looking for last night.
I wonder how many people will ask why I choose such a poem… I knew the teacher might, though they would just forget about it. I'm Chief Swan's daughter no one would hurt me. Or that's what everyone thought.
Sometimes is amazes me how naïve people can be.
The rest of the day passed in a blur; a mix of people avoiding me and vice versa. Edward and the rest of the Cullen's still acted like I didn't exist at all. Rosalie kept giving me death stares and glaring daggers at me whenever she got the change; in the hallways and the cafeteria seeing as I didn't have any classes with her. I had done nothing to her or her family so why the fuck was she madder at me than the other people in this school? What could I have done to make her hate me this much? I decided not to dwell on that thought too much; I am used to people getting mad at me for no reason.
But then images of Edward saving me passed through my mind again, along with images of the other members of his family.
Does it really matter what they are? Edward had saved my life, or what's left of it; even though at the time I was wishing he hadn't and sometimes I still wish for that. But that had to prove for something, that no matter what Billy thinks they are good people.
When I got home I made Charlie dinner, sneaking some extra food for myself.
When he got home he was worse than normal. Apparently the food I had made wasn't good enough for him, and that started everything. I could tell he was already drunk. He really doesn't waste any time.
I got glasses and plates thrown at me tonight. I was thankful I had the kitchen bench to lean on or I would have slipped and fallen on the pile of glass and pottery which was adding up on the kitchen floor. I was also thankful that none of the cuts were deep enough for stitches.
"Clean up this mess!" Charlie yelled as he threw the mop at me and kicked the bucket along the floor. He pointed to the pile of glass and pottery and my blood as he left the room. I did as I was told and went straight to my room to clean my cuts.
The next day in English I knew I had to recite the poem to the class. When everyone was settled and the teacher had marked the roll she got straight down to business.
"Miss Swan," I winced, I didn't like people calling me that; it was a painful reminder, "would you please stand up in your spot and read out your chosen poem?" She asked and smiled kindly, probably expecting me not to have it.
"Yes Miss," I replied and stood up and started reading…
She
hides under her bed
as
she hears him call her name
Saying
that he will punish her
and
that she is to blame ~
You
know you mustn't do it
don't
get daddy mad
"You'll
be sorry when I get you!"
why
must she be so bad?
Too
afraid to even move
as
tears sting her eyes
Knowing
that if he catches her
she
mustn't tell him lies ~
She
has to say it was her fault
it's
what he wants to hear
He'll
teach her not to answer back
inflicting
her with fear.
She
hears his footsteps on the stairs
and
anger in his voice
Knowing
that he'll still find her
she
doesn't have a choice ~
Bracing
herself for what's to come
she
dare not even breathe
Fearing
his horrible punishments
and
the scars that they leave.
Shivering
with fear she sees him
walk
into her room
And
crouch to where he sees her
as
she feels a sense of doom ~
He
takes a hold of her arms
and
drags her along the floor
Chastising
her with angry kicks
till
she can take no more.
He
smashes things and yells at her
"Do
you think we're fucking rich?
Why
must you always be so bad,
you
ungrateful little bitch?"
"Please,
Daddy, I didn't mean to!
I'll
clean it up you'll see"
Thinking
as tears blinded her,
maybe
then you will love me.
But
daddy has other plans
to
teach her once again
That
she must not disobey
the
palm of his hand ~
He
takes her to the cupboard
that
sits beneath the stairs
As
she screams in fear that she'll behave
but
he ignores her pleas.
He
throws her into the darkness
tells
her not to make a sound
Sneering
at her with such distaste,
as
she huddles on the ground ~
He
then double locks the latches
and
quietly walks away
While
he leaves her locked in silence
for
another two more days.
With
no food or water
she
becomes very weak
she
doesn't have the energy
to
breathe or to speak ~
as
she lays in the darkness
she
can't do it anymore
And
as she begins to close her eyes
daddy
opens up the door.
He
picks her up gently
a
loving smile on his face
there's
no sign of his anger
with
that look of distaste ~
He's
not the man who punished her
he
is her loving dad
Who
loves her when she is good
and
hates her when she's bad.
This
is the daddy she remembers
not
the monster he becomes
When
he wants to take out his anger;
see
the damage that he's done ~
The
little girl that he adored
once
the essence of his pride
Now
is but a frightened child
who
now only wants to hide.
As
he reads her a story
and
tucks her into bed
He
smiles at her with apologies
of
the horrible things he said ~
"You
know why I had to do it
you
shouldn't get me mad,"
Nodding
she knows it was her fault,
as
she says "goodnight, dad."
That
night while she lay sleeping
the
dreams in her head
Told
her to be careful
of
all she did and said ~
For
no matter how hard she tries
to
rise above her pain
Daddy
will always punish her
for
making him mad again.
Once I was done there were girls crying, a few guys and blond bimbo's who didn't understand and the worried face of the teacher. Alice Cullen who was sitting beside me had turned around to face me. Her eyes were wide.