Hey: This is Cookie monster back for Round two. With the help of my two sidekicks jammy Jodger and hollyberry. Hope you enjoy.x
Disclaimer: Stephiene Meyer owns twilight.
Bella's Pov:
There on the stairs was a dark figure. The person was just staring at me. My breathing picked up as my left hand involuntary went towards the light switch.
Charlie stared back. His expression was full of anger, but also excitement. "Charlie, what you doing back so early?" I stammered. His expression changed from anger to comical in a matter of seconds. "Me? I had a phone call from the principal." SHIT…WHAT A FUCKING TWAT!! "Really?" I kept my voice innocent.
"So Bella, is there anything you need to tell me?" I made up two quick options in my mind. 1) icould tell the truth or 2) I could make him guess. Before I could make my decision he slapped me round the face. Fuck that hurt like a bitch. It was throbbing. "Charlie I'm so sorry" I whispered. I was too petrified to Raise my voice much above a whisper. He slouched off towards the kitchen with his shoulders hunched. What the hell is he doing?
"BELLA, GET HER RIGHT NOW!!!" Charlie shouted from the kitchen. I dodged cans of beer, from the living room floor, and slowly but carefully made my way, gripping onto the door frame. "Yes Charlie?" he was standing with his back to me working over the cooker. Confusion came as soon as I saw Charlie by the cooker. 'What was he doing?' I repeated my earlier question "Charlie" I repeated as he had not answered me. Everything came too fast; he grabbed my right hand and shoved it on the stove. I felt the heat penetrate up my arm. I Screamed and felt the skin peel off as Charlie pulled my hand away from the stove. I pulled my it up to my chest and cradled it. Charlie went to the cupboard, dragging me with him, the tears in my eyes spilled now as if it was a tap running freely. More pressure on my hand made it worse, the heat was too much and i felt dizzy and panicked. Charlie yanked back my scorched hand and placed it flat out on the table, as Charlie tipped rich salt on to my palm. The pain was unbearable and I felt myself falling to the unknown. The last thing I saw before my eyes closed were Charlie's crazed eyes and a teasing grin.
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I woke up with a pounding headache. Which made me even feel even worse. I tried unsuccessfully to remember what had happened and i began to get up but my legs buckled underneath me. I automatically tried to catch myself, by putting my hands out in front of me. Big mistake, blisters popped underneath my hand; I screamed in agony. My breathing came out in shallow gasps as i slowly lifted my scalded hand in front of my eyes.
Oh my god, what had he done? The sight before me was horrendous. My skin was burnt and my hand was literally fresh flesh. Blood was plastered round my palm and halfway up my arm. It literally looked as if I had dipped my hand in a tin of red paint. I could still feel the salt burning in my palm. And I was dreading cleaning out the wound; but i refused to cry.
I shuffled across the cold tiled floor and dragged myself up with my good hand. The pain was unbearable, it made my stomach do cartwheels. I got a dish towel and wrapped it around my blistered palm, and walked slowly towards the front door. I needed to get out of this house. The smell was unbearable; it was a mixture of burning and also dried blood. Before I went out, I went upstairs and grabbed my MP3; Hollywood undead blasted through the earphones:
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I loved you; you made me, hate me.
You gave me, hate, see?
It saved me and these tears are deadly.
You feel that?
I rip back, every time you tried to steal that.
You feel bad? you feel sad?
I'm sorry, hell no fuck that!
It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife.
This strife it dies, this life and these lies.
And these lungs have sung this song for too long, and its true I hurt too, remember I loved you!
I've , Lost it all, fell today, It's all the same
I'm sorry oh
I'm sorry no
I've , been abused, I feel so used, because of you
I'm sorry oh
I'm sorry no
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I was outside Emily's and Sam's house, the wind blew cold air into my wound, and I bit my bottom lip instead of shouting out in anger. I asked myself over and over again why this happens to me, but of course I am never going to get any answers. Life is stupid and pointless….. for me. I am never going to be able to escape this hell hole so why try?
Suicide is always an option, I suppose and many times I have considered it. But if I do kill myself, then I have LET them win and I will not die knowing that him and all other abusers have won. Over my dead body. I might be a push over, but I am not a coward. With everything that has happened recently, I can't afford to be.
I knocked on Emily's door, and almost immediately she answered the door. "Sam- oh sorry Bella come in." she had a warm and inviting smile on her lips. I walked through the door and was greeted with the smell of blueberry muffins cooking. My stomach grumbled. I was ravenous, Emily heard it and giggled. "So Bella why aint' you at school?" I stared down at my hand which was know itching. "Bella what happened?" Emily pulled me to the kitchen table, "Charlie got angry and overacted, no big deal." I tried to down play the situation, but Emily could see right through me. "Show me" I involuntary took off the dirty dish towel. Emily gasped and then ran to the sink and throw up.
An hour later my burnt hand was all bandaged up. My stomach was full. And once again I had to go home." Thank you Emily" I hugged her on my way out, "No problem, don't forget me and Sam are always here for you if you need us, you am not on your own. Does Jacob know about this situation?" My heart nearly jumped out of it's rib cage when she mentioned his name and i gave a brisk shake of my head, silencing the conversation. Emily gave me a small, pitying look. "Maybe he should know. But i wont tell him unless you want me to?"
"No." I answered, my breath already close to hyperventilation. What good would that do? Him and Charlie were in on it together.
I hugged her one last time before opening the front door. There standing right in front of me was Jacob Black, and he was looking about ready to commit a murder.
"Bella." He acknowledged with pure hatred colouring his black, haunting eyes. "What are you doing here?"
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