Under Your Scars

This is a story about pain, abuse, and finally hope and finding love and acceptance in the most unexpected places.

It is not a light or fluffy piece. Rated M for language, trigger warnings for child abuse, self abuse, underage drinking, and eating disorders.

The title of this story came from an amazing song by Godsmack. If you haven't heard it go find it and give it a shot. It is about the perfection you find in imperfection.

Also, I am not Stephenie Meyer, I own nothing.

Also vamps are vamps, wolves are wolves and humans, well they can be the real monsters. I have always wanted to do a Charlie as the villain fic.

Prologue

It is sunny in Phoenix about three hundred and sixty days a year.

The day of my mom Renee's funeral happened to be one of those rare exceptions.

She had been killed in an automobile accident three days before, hit by a drunk driver.

She had been my whole world. Now I was on my own.

Well, not technically of course, there was always Charlie.

Charlie was my dad at least biologically speaking. He had never really been a part of my life.

Not after my mother left him and moved us from the rainy town of Forks, WA to sunny Phoenix. I think that I was about five at the time.

I remembered him coming to visit a couple of times when I was younger, but it seemed that as soon as he arrived he would start fighting with my mom and he would leave after just a day.

Just then I felt him nudge me in the ribs.

It must have been obvious that I wasn't paying too much attention as the minister rambled platitudes about the wonderful person that my mother was.

Of course, he had never met my mom. He had to read her name off of an index card.

I couldn't stop my tears while the few people in the congregation mumbled their agreements.

I had never met these people either, maybe some people liked to crash funerals, or perhaps some had known my mom. As she was always getting into one new hobby or another.

Most people would call her eccentric, Charlie called her a flake. I thought of her as a free spirit.

It was then that I realized that the minister had stopped speaking and was approaching me to offer his condolences.

Before he really had a chance to speak to me, Charlie started pulling on me, saying that it was time to go.

They hadn't even lowered mom into the ground yet. Charlie complained that he was getting wet and was ready to leave.

The minister turned away looking at me with sympathy.

"Come on Bella, we still have to withdraw you from school and get you back so that you can pack up."

He was making me move to Forks, in my Senior year. I begged and pleaded him to let me stay in Phoenix with my best friend to finish school, but he wouldn't have it.

In less than a week, I had lost my mom, my home, my friends and school and was being forced to go live with a man I didn't even know.

I had to enroll in a school midway through my senior year, where I knew absolutely no one.

This should be fun.