I feel bad about writing this chapter because it's pretty sad, I cried when I read what I scribbled on paper.
Caution: all you readers must be advised that this chapter contains drug and alcohol use, violence, and abuse too. You may turn around and not read this story if this content is not suitable for you.
Disclaimer:
Me: (sniff, sniff) I do not own twilight, Ms. Meyer does, and Santa you're not the people-I hate-the-most-list anymore.
Santa: yah!! But why the change of heart kid?
Me: cuz now my English teacher just plain sucks.
Santa: I'm just glad you don't hate me anymore.......but your still gonna leave out cookies for me this year right?
Me: Just because you're off the list doesn't mean I forgave you!
Santa: (sighs and walks away)
Chapter 3- Forks-n-Knives, Forks-n-Knives....... (BPOV)
Once Mike left to "work" as he said, but I really doubt it because he is in debiteverything, but used the money left of my parents and his.
*flash back*
It was my 15th birthday today.
The phone rang and I speed downstairs to pick it up.
"Hey, how's my Isabella doing?"
"Hey Mike, I'm fine was up"
"I coming by to pick you up for a sleep over"
Before I could respond he hung up on me, how rude. But I was noticing that allot of the time he was with me, he'd get ruder and ruder and treat me like he owned me or something, and not just me , everyone I came in to a 10 mile radius of, and they noticed that too . I was ready starting to get worried about that.
But in a matter of seconds my doorbell rang and Charlie went to answer it. Charlie never really like Mike, but said if I was happy with him he'd let us be.
"Hey, uh, where's my Isabella Charlie?" He stated being rude to Charlie, I was going to have to talk to him about that.
"Mike that is no way to talk to somebody, and I would prefer you where a little more polite towards me."
Mike pretended at if Charlie never spoke and ran up the stairs towards my room. He busted into my room without knocking, and with his muddy boots too, ewwww. I was going to wash that out later.
"Isabella, why are you not packed?!" What is his problem? But before I could ask he was dragging me downstairs and almost out the door when Charlie stopped him dead in his tracks with the let-my-daughter-go-or-your-dead look.
"Charlie move, can't you see that me and my Isabella are leaving!" WHAT THE HELL, IS HE ON DRUGS OR SOMETHING? Charlie gave him the same look I gave Mike.
"NOW YOU LISTEN HERE MIKE!! YOU LET MY DAUGTHER GO BEFORE I CALL THE STATION AND GET YOU CHARGE FOR YOUR BEHAVURE. WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BOSSING PEOPLE AROUND LIKE THIS!!"
"WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE THE LISTEN TO YOU!! YOU'RE SUCH A NUSENCE IN EVERYONES LIVES!! SOMEONE SHOULD GET RID OF YOU OR SOMETHING!!"
I tears of anger run down my face for what he said and looked as Charlie who had hurt, pain, anger flashing across his face. But before me or Charlie could respond to his words, he did the unimaginable. He pulled out a knife and stabbed him over and over. He was doing this to my dad, what is wrong with him, this better be a dream, this can't be happening to me, no, no, no, let me wake up to find this a dream. I begged myself that none of this was really happening.
I went crazy, my emotions were insane, how could he, no Charlie don't leave me.
I fell to the ground unable to move. I was in shock, I went to call the police, an ambulance but he stopped me, hit me and told me if I did anything he didn't want me to do I'll end up like Charlie.
Then I did the most stupidest thing ever, I slapped him right in his face. Then my fear hit 100, because he stabbed me and the scent of blood knocked me out.
When I woke up Mike had the my house cleaned up by some of his "friends" even though none of them looked like anyone I knew from the high school, and the high schools here were hugely populated. They stared at me like I was a toy they can play with.
Once they left Mike grabbed me and drove off to his place on the outskirts of Phoenix. He grabbed me and took me upstairs to his room.
I'd never been in his room before aside from once we were working on a school project and he asked me to get something from his room.
I gasped when he opened the door. There were alcohol bottles everywhere, along with drugs of all sorts. Oh my gosh, I was right when I guessed he was on drugs when we were at my house.
He then noticed my panicked expression then came closer, and then I smelt the alcohol in his breath.
"My Isabella, sweet, if I knew your face would looked so worried I would of saved some for you too. But my friends are quiet the pigs they look like. No need to worry, so just come to me and we both can have what we always wanted."
Fear ran through my vains, as I searched for an escape, but he got me. That was my first time. It was horrible and painful. The step into my personal hell.
*end of flash back*
I hadn't noticed the tears running down my cheeks until I looked at my horrid expression on the glass of the clock.
Noon, I had to make lunch for him then head into the basement as he always asked, because he said he was bring friends over or some other excuse he used. I knew he was lying but I sucked it up for my well being. Once I got really curious and walked upstairs to find him and those men drunk, with cocaine, heroin, and something all over the floor.
Then I started looking for him to find him on the couch with all these other bimbos trying to get him in bed.
I didn't care because I didn't want him on me, but what a mess I have to clean up.
Then I started thinking why I'm still here? Oh, yah because he kills anyone that every comes to help me.