Chapter 2
WARNING- THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES SUCH AS SELF HARM AND ABUSE, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS MAY UPSET OR TRIGGER YOU IN AN WAY
I have suffered with self harming before not long ago, and please if you or any of your friends/family are going through it, get help and just remember it DOES get better and you're not alone. I'm always here if you need any help I'll understand xx
Disclaimer- I do not own 'Twilight' or any of the other books written by Stephanie Meyer. All characters mentioned in this fanfic belong to the wonderful author and not me (although I wish Jacob aka Taylor Lautner belonged to me )
This story is set in New Moon, just after Edward left Bella and she is depressed and lonely.
I know it keeps saying 'from Bella's POV' but there will be other point of views later on in the story don't worry, I'm just getting the story started off atm x
Bella's POV
It was a good few weeks later when I was sitting all alone on the couch as usual, dreading the time when Charlie would get back from work. As I sat there staring into space, there was a knock at the door and I got up, confused. Nobody ever visited the house no more, the only person who would come in except me was Charlie and he had keys so he wouldn't knock.
I open the door and peer at who's standing on the doorstep: a short middle-aged man with long black hair that goes down past his shoulders who is sitting in a wheelchair and a taller, younger boy who looks about 15 with the same long black hair and a tanned face.
"Umm, hi?" I say, not having a clue who these people are.
"Hi Bella, I'm Billy Black and this is my son, Jacob. We met before last year?" he asks, wondering if I remember him.
Oh yeah, of course, how could I forget? When I'd first moved to Forks, I'd been introduced to Billy and his son, they'd been very kind. One of Charlie's friends, I think bitterly.
"Oh, I remember you now" I say, forcing a smile.
"Can we come in?" he asks unsure, gesturing towards the door.
"Yeah, of course you can" I say, realising I must seem rude. I hold the door open as Jacob lifts up Billy's wheelchair and wheels him into the living room.
Billy looks around at the state of our living room, the blinds still closed even though it was 3 in the afternoon, and the half- eaten pizza boxes and beer spread out across the floor, stains on the walls, without saying anything. I can tell he's doubting whether we've been able to cope since Mom died, and I feel like screaming 'no we haven't at all' to him but I keep my mouth shut. It's silent for a few minutes, and I play with the string on my hoodie awkwardly, waiting for someone to speak.
Eventually Billy places a container of food on the table. "Here's some lasagna for you and your Dad to have tonight."
"Thanks" I mumble, embarrassed that I'm treated as a charity case now Mom's dead, everyone feeling sympathetic for us.
"No problem" Jacob joins in, smiling at me.
I smile back at him, faking it.
Billy clears his throat suddenly, and looks over at me, that 'I feel sorry for you' look and I've been given that same look so many times now, I just ignore it, sick of people feeling sorry for me and how my life was now.
"Well, I've got to go now, Bella but just know that I'm always here for you and your Dad and that you can come round and hang out with Jacob whenever" he says.
"Yeah, I'd like to see you again" Jacob adds, in a flirty way.
"Thank you so much, I'll think about it" I say, not wanting to see anyone in the fear that they'd nose into my private life and find out what was going on.
"Ok" he says, happy and then him and Billy leave the house and drive away.
I am grateful for their kindness and wonder how someone as lovely as Billy could be friends with Charlie . I can't stop thinking about Billy's offer, part of me really wants to see Jacob and have fun and go back to acting like everything's fine. But the other part of me wonders how I'd be able to escape out the house without Charlie noticing and getting angry because I knew what happened when Charlie got angry now and I didn't want that.
With these thoughts running through my head, I decide to take my mind off my troubles by cutting myself. I shut my bedroom door and sit down on the floor, running the razor down both my wrists, enjoying the pain. When I'm done, I clean up like always and wear my hoodie over my arms.
I look down at my arm and trace all the scars where I'd cut myself over the past few months, my whole arm was covered in slices, all kinds of shapes and sizes and some were fading away whilst some were fresh and still bleeding.
I like the scars though, they remind me of why I'm sad and how I deal with it. They make me remember how worthless I really am and how I just want to disappear most days.
A few hours later, the door slams loudly and I hide away in my room, knowing that it's him and that he's back.
"Bella?" he slurs, clearly drunk again.
Probably went to the pub after work, I think, bitterly.
"Bella?" he calls again, more angrier than before.
"Yes Dad?" I answer meekly.
"Get down here!"
"Coming"
I go downstairs, wary of what mood he was in.
He looks at me in disgust, his nose curling up.
"You know what to do by now, Bella" he sneers.
I curl up in a ball on the floor waiting for it.. and there it was. Charlie kicks me in the stomach twice and stands on my leg, I hear a snap and an excruciating pain seers through my leg, making me yelp loudly. I cover my mouth scared.
"Shut up, someone will hear you!" he hisses in annoyance and gives me one last kick before moving into the kitchen to heat up his dinner in the microwave.
I lie there, not able to move, my stomach punctured, making it hard for me to breathe and my leg throbbing painfully, shooting from my ankle all the way up to my kneecap. I close my eyes, trying to forget about the amount of pain I'm in.
"Get up you lazy bitch!" Charlie yells.
I stumble up off the floor and stand on my leg, screaming in agony as the bone cracks. I hobble up the stairs barely conscious, and finally make it to my room where I sit down, still in agony. I place my leg on the cushion, hissing in pain.
I then begin to get more and more scared, Charlie had never done anything like that to me before. Yes, he'd beaten me time and time again, but only hitting me with his belt or kicking me, he'd never done so much damage before. Judging by the extreme amount of pain I'm in, I have a feeling that my leg may be broken.
I panic, not knowing what to do. Charlie would be so mad if I told anyone about what had been going on, he'd be arrested and lose his job as Chief of the Police. I didn't want to make him any more angry at me than he already was, but I couldn't just sit here, not being able to move because of my leg.
I contemplate my choices and I eventually come to a decision, as hard as it is. I try and reach my phone from my bedside table by leaning over and I fall out of bed with a loud thud.
I listen out for Charlie, my heart thudding fearfully in my chest. Luckily, he didn't hear me fall out of bed and so I carry on trying to get my phone, eventually succeeding.
I dial the number I want and wait, taking a deep breathe through the pain.
"Hello?"
"Hi Jacob, it's me" I say desperately.
Ok, so I know that this chapter might have been quite boring at first with the whole meeting the Blacks thing but I had to add that in for the sake of the story because it would be weird if Bella just started hanging out with Jacob later on without even mentioning him. I hope you liked it though, please do review and let me know what you think x