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BPOV

"Hide, Bella," whispered my father, pushing me toward the stairs as the banging on the front door increased. "Go hide in your secret place."

"Daddy," I whispered.

"They've cut the phone lines," cried my mother, running in from the kitchen.

"Go, honey," he whispered, letting a tear slip down his face. "Please, go hide for me and mamma."

I turned and ran up the stairs. I threw my bedroom door open and ran into my closest. I crawled into the small cubby hole in the back of my closet and pulled my knees to my chest as I let my tears fall. I heard a loud bang as the front door got thrown open.

"Get out of my house," came my father's voice through the air vents leading from the downstairs part of our house.

"I don't think we will be," came the voice of another man. I tightened my arms around my knees, trying hard not to cry out or scream for my parents.

"Take what you want from the house but leave us alone," came my mothers voice.

"What if I said that I want you and your precious little daughter? Could I have those?" asked the man.

"NO," yelled my father. "LEAVE HER ALONE!"

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" screamed my mother. "NOOO!"

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HER," shouted my father.

"NOOOOOOOOO," I screamed as I thrashed around in my bed. "LEAVE HER ALONE!"

"It's ok, Bella," whispered Jasper, pinning my arms down to my bed. I frantically searched around the room, looking for any sign that they were here. "Hey, look at me Bell."

I snapped my eyes over to his. He slowly let go of my arms as I calmed my breathing down. I slid up so that I was sitting up with my knees pulled to my chest. Carlisle and Emmett came in with my meds and a bottle of water. I took the meds without saying anything. They sat down on the edge of bed and waited for me to say something.

"I'm fine," I muttered, not making eye contact with them.

"Same dream as usual?" asked Jasper. I nodded my head softly.

"Bella, maybe it's time to talk to someone," said Carlisle.

"No, I'm fine," I mumbled, climbing off my bed. "I'm going to go running."

"Bell…" whispered Emmett, grabbing my hand. I stopped and looked at him.

"I'm ok now, Em," I whispered. "Please let me go."

He just nodded and let go of my hand. I grabbed my sweatpants and t-shirt and headed into my bathroom. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. I looked down at my arms. I had more scratches from hurting myself in my sleep. Just what I needed, I thought to myself. I quickly changed from my pajamas into my running clothes. I went back into my room and slipped on my shoes, a sweatshirt, a baseball hat, and grabbed my iPod.

I made my way out into the living room of the large apartment I shared with my brothers. They were sitting around the living room pretending that they hasn't just been talking about me and my latest panic attack. I ignored them as I made my way outside, down the backstairs and started running through the quiet streets of Forks, my own personnel hell.

I knew my brothers were only worried about me. It's been almost two years and the nightmares are still there. Maybe I do need to talk to someone but I can't trust anyone other than them right now. They are the only ones who had the faintest idea how angry I felt everyday. I shook my head slightly. I don't let myself think about that day.

Carlisle is the oldest of the four of us. Well, there is my sister but we don't talk about her. He is twenty-eight but sometimes, I think that the last couple of years had tripled his age. He's the worrier of the family. He stresses the most about my training, my mental heath, my physical heath, and my emotional wellbeing. He used to always talk about going to medical school and becoming a doctor but he didn't. Instead, he focuses all his attention onto me and my brothers.

Emmett is the next oldest. He is twenty-five and a complete goof ball most of the time. He claims it's his responsibility to keep us all laughing. Where Carlisle is the worrier of the family, Emmett is the family protector. He stresses the most about not being able to fight my battles for me but there are some things he can't fight for me, no matter how hard he tries. Usually the only person who can talk some sense into his thick skull is his long-time girlfriend, Rosalie Hale. They've been together since high school.

Jasper just turned twenty-one a few weeks ago. He's the blunt, straight to the point and I don't care if you like me type. He has no problem with laying it on the line and telling you just how much he hates you. He's a good guy, he just doesn't have time for games. He's been seeing Alice Brandon for the better part of the last two years. She's even more in your face than Jasper is.

Then there is me, Isabella Cullen. I'm the troubled, crazy, psychotic one of the family. At least that's the latest rumor running through the gossip mills of Forks. Maybe they are right. I'm the baby of the family of overprotective brothers. I will be eighteen in a few months, something I am not looking forward too. I used to love my birthday but now, not so much.

I turned around about two miles down the road and made my way back to the gym. The four of us lived in the apartment above the large building. I groaned when I saw Rose and Alice's cars parked in front of the gym. I love them both but I was not in the mood to discuss my fashion issues this morning. I made my way up to the apartment and headed inside. The five of them stopped talking as soon as I walked in.

"Gee, that doesn't make me think you were just talking about me or anything," I muttered as I walked past them. "Carry on now but I am not going to a shrink, Car. You might as well give up now."

"Stubborn bitch," he yelled.

"Pain in the ass," I yelled back as I walked into my room and shut the door.

We had this conversation a lot over the past twelve plus months. It always ended the same, him calling me some variation of a bitch and me calling him a pain in the ass. I went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. I stripped out of my clothes and climbed in. I bit back my hiss as the water hit the scratches on my arms. I quickly showered and dried off. I went back into my room and rolled my eyes at the blue skirt and matching top that Alice had laid on my bed. She never gave up on her quest to make me up.

I ignored those clothes and pulled on a pair of jeans, a long sleeve black t-shirt with the poison symbol on the front, and my black motorcycle boots. I dried my hair but left it down. Alice and Rose both hated the purple streaks, which just made me smile even more. I grabbed my leather jacket, helmet, and backpack before I made my way back into the kitchen.

"Gee, nice outfit, Bella," griped Alice. "Would it kill you to actually wear a skirt?"

"Yes, Alice, it would," I smirked, pouring myself a bowl of cereal

"You need to eat more than that," mumbled Carlisle.

"No, I don't," I mumbled back. "I'm inside my weight class."

"Barely," snorted Jasper. I glared at him as I dumped my uneaten cereal in the sink. "That's great, Bell. You are going to be starving by lunchtime."

"Glad you liked it," I smirked. I tossed my iPod into my backpack and pulled on my leather jacket.

"Are you going to be ok with Edward training here?" asked Carlisle.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked, not looking at him as I threw my backpack on.

"Because of Phoenix," muttered Carlisle. I froze in mid-step for a split second before I kept walking to the door. "Bella."

"I'm fine, Car," I snapped, throwing the door open. "Just leave me the fuck alone, ok?"

I slammed the door shut behind me and ran down the backstairs, ignoring them as they yelled for me to come back. I pulled on my helmet and jumped on my bike and headed off to school, desperately trying not to think about that night.

I parked my motorcycle in the parking lot and climbed off. I headed into the school and saw Edward standing next to my locker. Most of the kids had learned a long time ago to leave me alone but he didn't seem to understand that all I wanted was to be left alone. I ignored him as I went over to my locker and shoved my helmet inside.

"Morning, Bella," he smiled, cheerfully. It was way too fucking early for him to be so cheerful. I continued to ignore him as I shoved my books into my locker and slammed the door shut. "So I'm guessing you aren't going to talk to me? Maybe you are just pissed about me kicking your ass yesterday."

I stopped and looked back at him. He had a fucking smirk on his face. I really wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face but I wasn't in the mood to go visit with his sister today.

"You didn't kick my ass, pretty boy. I totally dominated you but don't worry, I won't tell anyone how you nearly cried like a girl."

"That's funny, Bella," chuckled Edward as he started walking down the hallway with me.

"Leave me alone," I growled at him.

"No," he said. I stopped and looked back at him.

"What will it take for you to leave me alone?" I asked.

"Tell me how you cut your arms," he said. I stepped back from him and shook my head. "Then I guess, I can't leave you alone."

"Look, you seem like a….somewhat normal person. Just do yourself a favor and go fuck a cheerleader," I said. "The STD you will catch will go away with some cream but at least then you will be liked, which is what you are so desperately want apparently."

"I don't care if you like me, Bella," said Edward. "But I'm not going anywhere. You might as well get used to having me around. Next time we spar, I won't be holding back."

"I won't either," I snapped, turning and walking away from him.

I made my way down to my first period trig class and took my seat in the back. I don't know what it was about Edward but he really pisses me off. My morning classes dragged by. You would think that these teachers would find something new to teach us or at the very least, a new way of teaching us the same old shit.

By the time the lunch bell rang, I was starving. I inwardly cursed my brothers for pissing me off causing me to dump my perfectly good breakfast down the drain. I stopped at my locker and shoved my books inside before I headed down to the cafeteria. I normally wouldn't even think about eating the shit they call food here but I was desperate at this point.

I grabbed a slice of pizza, a bag of chips, and a coke and headed out to the wall. I froze in my tracks when I saw Edward sitting next to Ben. Could this day get any worse?

"Hey, Bella?" asked Lauren Mallory. I turned around and looked at her. She smirked as she threw her coke in my face.