Chapter 2

The excitement to get into my new routine was short lived and i found myself back to dreading school.

On one hand i was starting again but on the other i didn't know how to deal with my past; there would always be a part of me that was cut off from everyone and everything. And then there was Gym to worry about. I wasn't the most coordinated person in the world, but that wasn't the main problem-In fact, it was the least of my problems.

The main reason for my trepidation is my past, and everything that comes with it...most importantly, my scars-Both physical, and emotional. How the hell was i supposed to show a room full of girls the marks that i haven't even told Charlie about? Yeah, exactly.

Sighing, I spied the empty cupboards and saw that Char-Dad, I was gunna have to get used to that- Didn't have any food apart from dried pasta and a tin of hot dogs; guess we'd be having hot dogs and pasta tonight.

I had some spare time to fill so i decided to check out my new home,- i almost shuddered at that word-it was a fairly simple affair and did have a warm appeal to it.

I made my way to the room i supposed was mine; I'd already seen Charlie's room in my travels. As i pushed the old creaky door open i was pleasantly surprised; No pink, no fluff, no yellow. Wow, Charlie really had gone all out on this to make me feel welcome.

Dinner with Charlie was boring yet not unpleasant; He never tried to engage me in conversation, and for that I was glad.

I ate the charred pasta-Charlie really could not cook- unenthusiastically and stared out into the sheeting rain-Yeah it wasn't surprising Charlie was so pale if this was the average amount of daylight- I couldn't believe I'd ended up in this bog hole.

I abandoned my 'dinner' and told Charlie I was going to unpack;as if, I'd be saving that for the night when I had nothing else to do.

My stomach grumbled as I climbed the stairs and I made a mental note to use my boring endless time tomorrow to stock Charlie's house up in edible food, cos he didn't seem to have a lot of it.

I didn't unpack.

I didn't look around my room.

I didn't hide my 'Personal' belongings in remote places like any other 17 year old would do.

I sat on my bed with my head in my hands just trying; Trying to sleep, To get away, even if it was for a second.

Nothing.

Ugh.

There was a timid knock on my door and i jumped up from the bed as if it was on fire; I must have looked ridiculous because Charlie laughed at me and said "Don't worry kiddo, I'm not here to throw you out of the window or anything". He looked pleased with his attempt at making me feel like a normal teenager, so i had to smile of course.

"I should hope not I don't feel like a trip to the ER today thanks" I laughed along with him, feeling uncomfortable but nice; It was unusual for me and Charlie to even look each other in the eye, let alone make jokes together and I couldn't wait for it to happen again. Once our laughter had died down he looked at my bed, then at the staircase; he seemed to decide something internally in that moment and it worried me slightly. His face relaxed into a soft smile and he made his way toward my bed and patted the spot next to him, still smiling warmly. I almost cringed as i thought about what he was going to talk about- but i held it back, Luckily, as he looked at his feet again and softly whispered " Look Isabella, I know it must have taken a lot for you to come and live with me here in Forks, and I appreciate you coming to live with me. I want you to now that everything that happened in Phoenix was not your fault, and you have no need to feel guilty for it. I want- No need- you to be happy here, and I will do all it takes for you to be happy in this house with me, okay?".The way he said the last part worried me- a lot. Charlie wasn't one for doing things half-hearted, and if he wanted me to be happy with him then he would make i sure i was bloody happy. Great, so I'm going to have to act now am I? Ha, hasn't he seen me act? Oh wait, of course he hasn't, I thought grimly, shaking my head. Charlie seemed to take the head shake as a No, and was quick to get back on track with this conversation. "Bells, you have be happy. Your too young for all of this drama and-" I cut him off there by putting my handup.

"Charlie, i want to be happy here okay? And i will put forward all of my best efforts to be happy here with you. And i won't dwell on the past. I promise." He should know that i don't break promises. He should have heard the monotone in my voice that meant i was so obviously lying. He should have stayed in my room with me until i fell asleep- Ha, as if, right?- , but instead the balding man slowly got up, walked out of the room, closed the door softly and padded back downstairs. Wow he's easy, I thought to myself. This might not be too bad after all, eh?

I wandered to the bathroom to have a shower with my familiar strawberry shampoo and mango shower gel-they were the only sense of normality i had left, and they made me feel sane, Yeah i was slightly obsessive over my shampoo- and turned the water on. I had a cold shower, but it didn't bother me. The feel of adrenaline making all of my muscles tense was so full, so amazing that I had to actually slap my icy cheek to get myself out of that shower. God I really must be fucking losing it.

That night I lost in another nightly struggle to get the rest that I so dearly craved. I prayed, as i lay there in the darkened hours that sleep would come; Either that, or i would find something to do in this shitty town at night- Both possibilities seemed ridiculously far away to me.

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