Chapter 4 BPOV

It was a lot darker here than I was used to.

When I was younger I was terrified of the dark.

I remember calling out to Renee in the middle of the night when I was younger and she just told me to "Piss off" and walked out of my room; turning off all of the lights in her path.

I also remember crying myself to sleep that night, in the solitude of my undecorated blue room.

This room was becoming a hell to me; I spent most of the last week in the kitchen, or outside in the garden.

I glanced at the clock on my cabinet; 03.52am , great, 3 hours yet. I really didn't want to think about what I would have to face the next day- well today really- at school.

I edged up out of the bed and half walked- half shuffled- I was feeling really tired today- over to the old rusty window.

My curtains were closed, so I pulled them open; wanting to know more about the people of this town.

As I looked over towards a mansion nestled into the trees a few miles away from Charlie's house, I saw something-or someone- move in the darkness; it was just down the road, and felt a sudden overwhelming urge to go outside to see who this mysterious person was.

Instead, I closed the curtains, turned on the light in the hall and made my way to the bathroom; hoping that the shower wouldn't wake Charlie up.

It was ridiculous, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I should have gone outside, to see what that person was doing outside... Oh crap, I sound like such a lunatic! I shook my head.

This was not right.

I got into the shower and let the water-Cold, of course- calm me down.

Once I was shivering and my muscles were all cramping I decided I'd been in the shower for long enough- perhaps too long.

I grabbed a towel and sprinted back to my room, flipping the light back on as I hurtled down onto my bed. You know that feeling where you just think- no, you know- that somebody's watching you? Well that's what I felt in that exact moment, and it worried me deeply.

I'd felt that way before. Months ago.

Before all of this had happened.

Sometimes I look back and wander why in the world she didn't help me. Why she didn't just tell him to leave. Then it hits me. She didn't want him to stop.

She'd have been perfectly happy if he'd have just kept going, until he eventually killed me.

I looked up from my bed, still in the towel shivering and realised that it had gotten a lot lighter while I'd been sat here wrapped up in my thoughts. Shit! I thought to myself as I shoved a black long sleeved t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans with my grey converse, and hurtled down the stairs.

Suddenly I was met with a very exuberantly excited Charlie. Hmm. How odd. Charlie is never excited.

"Good morning Isabella" He chirped; Wait what? He chirped?

"Its Bella, I don't like being called Isabella any more." I said in a dull voice. Ha. Opposites much?

He looked uncomfortable for a moment, then he piped up again

"I've got you a present!" He basically squeaked at me.

This would have been funny... if it wasn't so weird.

"Uh, what is it?" I asked gently, trying not to make him think I was ungrateful.

His face dropped slightly at my weary expression, and then he said gently "It's a truck. Its sturdy, so I thought it would be useful for you.", laughing at his own joke.

Oh, right. I thought to myself. Well that's not what I was expecting; though as I thought about it, I had never once wondered just how I would get to school each day.

The truck was actually awesome. It was very surprising but it really was sturdy, and it had no flaws; on the outside at least.

I grabbed a muesli bar and a bottle of water and waved goodbye to Charlie; thankful that one good thing would come out of today, I wouldn't have Charlie breathing down my neck all day long.

I got into the truck and adjusted all of the controls, whoa whoever had owned this thing before must have been really tall. I started the engine and recalled my earlier observations; no flaws on the outside... well after hearing the volume of the engine, I was doubting that this was a good idea for the whole new school, no attention thing. Oh well, too late to moan about it now.

I drove the truck below the speed limit; something I wasn't accustomed to, but knowing that Charlie was the Chief here I realised that he would hate to have to arrest me- which made we really want to speed.

I heard the school before I saw the building- How on earth can so little an amount of teenagers make that much noise? Ugh. This was going to be one long, boring day.

I made my way to the car park and decided I would go to the office to get my classes and stuff first. I walked sluggishly into the dank crappy building which had a withered old sign on the door, which read Administration Office. I walked in the door, and the temperature wasn't any warmer than outside. Great, I thought grimly, why the hell hadn't I thought to bring a coat?

A red haired woman, whose name tag said Mrs Cope smiled warmly at me as I walked into the office and I guessed it was her that I needed to see.

"Hello, can I ask your name? I take it your new here?" She smiled at me again. I attempted to smile back; her smile faltered for a second, so I guessed I hadn't been particularly convincing.

"I'm Bella Swan, I'm new here." I said in my fake cheerful voice that I always reserved for strangers. She seemed convinced and smiled once again before saying gently "I've heard everything about you, here's your schedule, enjoy your day."

"Uh thanks." I said to her, taking the sheets of paper and turning on my heel and walking away as fast as was considered polite.

How did she know about me?

What did Charlie fucking tell them!

Ugh. Great. Today was going to be full of the same bullshit, over and over again.

I had half a mind to walk right back to my truck, and drive away. Far Far Away.

I couldn't though, could I?

Charlie would fucking kill me. Sighing I walked towards the building that was labelled building number 3. This was going to be one hell of a day.

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