Frustration is the wet nurse of violence.

-David Abrahansen

Bella POV

Yet again, I managed to not get to my other classes. I wonder if the teachers even know that I still attend the school.

Charlie was passed out on the couch all day today. He was out late last night, so I imagined he would be sleeping the rest of the night.

I began to make dinner, in hopes of Charlie waking up. He seemed to have slept all of the alcohol off and I know that food would sober him up even more. I needed these small little old Charlie moments to keep me going.

"Smells good," he muttered.

"Thanks, Dad." I tried to put on a smile. It wasn't working.

"Bad day at school?"

"You can say that."

"Did you make it to your other classes?"

I know he was sober but I still gulped. "Um, no…I didn't…"

I flinched and kept stirring the spaghetti noodles. I didn't turn around.

Charlie cleared his throat. "Tomorrow if any one gives you any shit you come to me at the station instead of home. I'll deal with whoever is making you want to skip class."

He sat at the table and tapped his fingers against the table.

This wasn't particularly old Charlie, but it was good enough. I turned around and he was looking around the room. "Charlie, I just—I think I'll be fine," I said.

My sleeve slid up my shirt a bit. His face became beet red.

"Is that the problem? Is that why you came home? Who the fuck did that? I'll get them expelled—"

"You did," I mumbled.

"Wh-what?" he stammered.

"I…you were just…mad," I said quietly. He froze up and walked over to the fridge and downed some of the whiskey that was in there. I just stood there wanting to beg him not to. He always turned to alcohol for his problems. It drove me crazy.

"Isabella I want you to punch me in the jaw the next time I pull some shit like that." His voice feared me. I figured tonight he'd let loose on me.

The rest of the night seemed to go fairly. Charlie and I just sat by the television quietly. I didn't want to say anything to set him off. So we just watched numerous reruns of the M*A*S*H. That used to be his favorite show back in the day.

I found something I'd never ever expected to see at my window. It was a letter from Edward.

Bella,

I know you hate me. But I need to know that you are okay. This is too much for me to handle. Please.

Edward

I couldn't believe my eyes. This was too much for him to handle. Fucking A. Of course my problems aren't as bad as his innocent little gossiping jock shit.

Fuck.

I needed to fucking get out of this place.

I punched the wall, sending blood down my knuckles. I tried not to, but I screamed in ecstasy.

I clutched the letter in my hand, forgetting that I had it and ran out of the house. I ran right into Charlie.

"Bella where are you going?"

I winced towards my hand and he looked at it in surprise.

"What did you do?" he demanded.

"P-punched th-the wall," I sobbed.

"Fuck!" He walked over to the phone and then it all went black. The scent of my own blood, everything that was going on, I just passed out.

That's all I remember.

xoxo, B.