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I was asked if Bella was physically or sexually abused. The answer is just physically. I didn't want to further complicate the situation.

Recap: Bella has told the story of her somewhat dark past and how she ended up with James and Victoria. We left her going to school. Edward is in this chapter! Enjoy! And review! Or don't, but I would love to hear from you!

I'll try and update about once or maybe twice a week. Exams are coming up and I have to study, but I will try to continue updating.

From this point on I will alternate between POVs. Only Edward's and Bella's!

OK! I've gone on long enough! :D

BPOV

I arrived at school just missing the torrential rain, which had turned on like tap water. Eugh. I hated Forks with a passion.

I sighed heavily, and trudged my way to my locker to get my books. My sneakers squeaked along the polished flooring, and I winced at the unpleasant sound.

I had double Trig first, another annoyance to my already bad day.

I had twenty minutes before first period, so I decided to head to the only good place in this hell hole. The library, or as I like to call it, my sanctuary.

I stared down at my feet as I shuffled to the library. I banged into something hard and fell back. As I waited for my frail body to make impact with the cold, hard floor, I felt strong, warm arms envelope my waist, and hoist me up. The stranger balanced me and I looked up to apologise and thank them.

What I saw, however, made me stop in my tracks.

I was currently staring at the most beautiful creature I had ever seen in my 17 years of life.

My saviour had emerald eyes that sparkled like gems, shining in cheerfulness. He had beautiful copper hair, that was in a casual disarray, that looked so soft and silky that my hands itched to run through it. He had beautiful red, pouty lips that any male model, or make-up artist would die for. His face was perfectly sculptured by that of angels, and his strong jaw would cut through the thickest glass. His straight nose lead up to perfect eyebrows, which were currently pulled down in a frown.

I realised I had said nothing for about a minute, instead staring at him open-mouthed. I became even more shocked when he raised a long, pale finger to my chin and pushed it, effectively closing my mouth.

His voice did not disappoint. "Are you alright?" he asked, politely in a velvet voice that floated around me, like the sweetest of music.

I continued to gaze up at him in awe, and I almost passed out, when his perfect mouth stretched into a beautiful crooked smile, that made my knees go weak. His teeth were also dazzlingly white and straight, adding to my self-consciousness. This Adonis was looking at plain me, and I was sure I looked like I would lose my head if it wasn't screwed on.

I shook my head, and I found my voice again. "Ye-y-yes. Thank y-you," I whispered.

He was still smiling at, so I moved out of his way and walked down the corridor, my cheeks hot with a tell-tale blush.

I got to the library in next to no time and I moved to the back, and plopped myself down in one of the rigid seats. Pulling out my tattered Withering Heights, I settled down to immerse myself for a few precious minutes.

Reading was all I had. It let me escape my own harsh world and enter into the musings of an old writer. I loved the classics. My favourite was Wuthering Heights, but I did have a fondness for Pride and Prejudice.

It was my only hobby and it was something I could do alone. The one thing that belonged to me.

I must have been reading for longer than I thought as after what felt like a few minutes, the bell rang alerting to first class. Great.

As I walked to Trig, I found myself thinking of the mysterious stranger, and but soon my good mood was spoiled as I came face-to-face with none other than Emmett McCarty, Alice Brandon, Jasper Whitlock, and the oh so beautiful Rosalie Hale.

The most popular people in school.

I knew them as the douche brigade.

Emmett McCarty was the biggest guy I had ever seen. He was huge. Tall, with enormous muscles, he was incredibly intimidating, and I knew he could squeeze me into a pulp if he tried. He was also extremely good looking with black curly hair and dimples when he smiled.

Alice Brandon was the most fashionable in school, never wearing the same thing more than once. She was also tiny, and due to her size and spiky black hair, she was most commonly referred to as a pixie, but she was a very pretty pixie. She was the nicest of the group and I knew she felt guilty when her friends tormented me.

Jasper Whitlock was from Texas, and you could almost always hear the slight southern twang. He was beautiful with sandy-blonde wavy hair, big blue eyes, and a very lean body. He was the silent type, kept to himself. I think the only person he said more than 5 sentences to was Alice.

Now, Rosalie Hale. She was something else. The most beautiful girl around, within a 10-mile radius. And didn't she know it. What with her flowing blonde hair, her vivacious covers, her perfect skin, and beautiful violet eyes, she could have any boy she wanted. She was also a massive bitch, and she was the one who intimidated me the most. When I first came here, we became good friends, but that all changed when she grew boobs, and I, well, didn't.

Rosalie was currently dating Emmett, and Alice was with Jasper. Rosalie and Emmett had a very physical relationship, but they were both fiercely protective of the other, and as much as they would try and deny it, everyone knew they were completely in love. Alice and Jasper had a more intimate relationship, and there bond seemed to be stronger than Rosalie and Emmett's. They weren't obvious about it, instead choosing to gaze into each other's eyes, with a passion so strong, you felt you had to look away, for fear of intruding in their moment. They were also deeply in love.

They were the most popular kids in school, and outside James and Victoria, they were the bane of my existence.

They never ceased to irritate me, and they always had something to say. I learned to ignore it, but it still made me additionally miserable.

I looked up at them all, and Rosalie and Emmett seemed to be overjoyed to see me. Alice and Jasper were busy having another 'moment' to notice I was even there.

I hesitantly continued to shuffle my feet to my first class, and I thought I was free when I had passed them, until I heard a boisterous Emmett call my name.

I slowly turned to face them, and they all had their eyes on me. 'Moment' over for Alice and Jasper, I guess. "Ye-yeah?"

"What's wrong Be-Bella? You scared? Of us?" Rosalie asked, her eyes shining.

"N-no. I just have to get to class." I spun around and listened to them laugh and cat-call behind me.

I sighed with relief. That wasn't so bad, I thought.

The second bell rang shrilly through the now empty corridors, and I cursed under my breath. I was late.

The day seemed to pass quickly for which I was thankful for. It was now lunch and I had seen no sign of my mysterious stranger. My. Where did that come from? He doesn't belong to me.

I sighed as I entered the cafeteria and went straight to the back and sat down at the table that was always occupied by yours truly only. I pulled out my book, and as I looked up, I saw him at their table. Could this day get any worse?

OK guys. That's Chapter 2 up. I wanted to put that one up so you knew what was going on. I'll now post weekly. Tell me what you think about the characters and the plot, or anything you feel I could work on, or you enjoyed. I love to hear from you.

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