Chapter 2
Bella POV
Renee had run into Phil Sawyer some three months back, when we were food shopping. I have a bad feeling about Phil. The way he jumped into marriage, and how when she asks about anything that has to do with before they met, he changes the subject. It just alerted something in me that I had to be careful.
So I'm sitting at the table when Phil bursts through the front door and staggers down the hall and into the dinning room where I was.
"Hello thurr Isabella just got rid of Renee." He slurred.
"And I may have stopped to get myself a drink or two" he wobbled closer to me. I leaned back uncomfortably. I saw something in Phil's eye. It looked like.. Pure hate.
"You little bitch! Now that Renee is gone, I can finally have my way with you. I've fucking hated you from the day I laid my fucking eyes on you."
He lunged forward and shoved me off my chair. I landed with a crash onto the floor. I cowered into the corner, backing up until I hit the wall. He laughed before grabbing my hair and dragging me up to a standing position. I yelped in pain as some of my hair was forcibly pulled from there roots.
He brought his other hand to my face, punching it over and over, before he brought my head forward and slammed it back into the wall. I felt immense pain and felt the blood as it trickled down my neck and soaked the back of my shirt.
Phil released me and I crumpled into a heap at his feet. My head ached with pain, but I knew there was more to come by the look he was giving me.
He proceeded to kick me numerous times in my stomach and legs. I screamed bloody murder when he crunched my knee under his boot. I cried my eyes out, screaming for him to stop but he didn't, he just kept going. I was too tired to fight out of his grip as he lifted me by my shoulders and threw me into my mom's china wall.
Plates and cups broke against me as I collided with them. Phil just looked at my bloody body on the floor.
"Renee is never coming back, I made sure of it. And if you tell anyone I swear I will kill you and any of your friends or whatever piece of shit family you have left. Do you understand me?" He said in a menacing tone.
I cried out and sobbed for my mom. I cried out for the pain I felt, which was horrible and unbearable.
Phil's hand swung out and smacked me across the face.
"I said do you fucking understand?" he screamed.
I nodded my head, my vision was clouded by my tears and I was still bleeding a lot. It hurt so badly, but I didn't make any vocal sounds of pain, for I feared he would start a whole nother round of abuse.
"Now clean this fucking place up" he said before wobbling into the living room and turning on the sports channel.
I attempted to get up but I couldn't. There was so much glass that every time I moved a shard would dig deeper into me. So I crawled my way to the kitchen and used the counter to pull myself up. I leaned all my weight on the counter. I stood there catching my breath and picking at the glass in my arm. I grabbed a towel and limped with much help of every object around me, back to the dinning room. I cleaned up all the glass and the blood on the floor.
I ached with pain and I knew I was still bleeding. I limped to the stairs and dragged myself up. I went to the bathroom and stripped my clothes and stood in front of the full length mirror and surveyed the damage.
My hair was in bloody clumps. There was dried blood cached around my forehead, and at the back of my neck. I had dried tears streaked across a huge black and blue bruise that covered the whole right side of my face. I had hundred of tiny gashed running the lengths of my arms and legs where I had glass in me. There were shards still sticking into my skin.
Over my stomach and legs, big bruises were forming. I cried out when I touched a sore spot. New tears fell down my cheeks smearing dried blood. I doubled over in pain and hugged my knees to my chest. I yelped when I accidentally touched glass that was sticking out of my arms.
I devoted the next five minutes to removing all the glass from my body. I got cold so I crawled over to the tub and filed it with burning hot water. When it filled I slid in, ignoring the burning pain of all my cuts and scrapes touching the water. I closed my eyes and ducked under water. I came back up when I couldn't breathe but kept my eyes closed.
I opened them some minutes later and looked at the water to find it blood red, stained by my blood. I cringed and let out a blood curling scream. I jumped out of the water ignoring the pain that shot up through my legs and dashed to my room pulling the door behind me and locking it. I collapsed onto the door and slid down crying. I wrapped my arms around myself and let the tears consume me.
When I caught my breath and stopped myself from crying, I got dressed in sweats and a t- shirt. I sunk under the covers of my bed. That's when it hit me. My mom was never coming back, he made sure of it. Phil had done something to her. On top of all this crap, I couldn't tell anyone, or get help. And now Phil abuses me. But what could I do about that? Nothing, absolutely nothing.
The only thing I was able to do was cry, and that's what I did. I cried and cried. I wailed and sobbed. For my mom, for her life, and for myself. What would happen to me? With that I fell into a fitful sleep.
***
I woke up little later, the numbers on my clock read 3:26 am. My whole body was aching, and it burned, and I couldn't take it. I threw the covers off wincing in pain when my arm stretched. I looked down at my self. There was blood seeping through my sweats and t-shirt. I cringed at the blood spots on the mattress and comforter.
I got out of bed and went to find my 1st aid kid that I happened to keep in my closet for emergencies. I stripped of my sweats and shirt and sat on the floor in my underwear, cleaning my cuts, rubbing them with peroxide and bandaged them all up. I also wrapped medical tape around my bruised stomach because it hurts like a bitch, and something might be broken.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a freakin mummy with all my band aids. I sighed heavily before climbing into bed and falling into yet another fitful sleep
Edward POV
I sat making out with my date Jessica on my bed. It was around 9:30pm. The rest of my family was downstairs watching a movie.
Jessica had once had light brown slightly curly hair. But now it was bleach blonde and pin straight. It was ugly and didn't compliment her skin tone at all. But Jess was a some what good kisser and that all I wanted right now. Jess was always out to get some and I wouldn't give her any. Maybe it would be easier to develop feelings for a girl if they weren't always after one thing.
Jessica brought her hands to my belt and I pushed her off, suddenly disgusted.
"What's wrong? She cooed in a not so seductive voice. "I'll make it all better."
She ran her hands down my chest. I grabbed her wrists and held them away from me.
"O feisty baby, you know how I like it" she threw her self at me. I grabbed her and pushed her to a standing position.
"No," I said "I don't want to, so you can just leave"
"Edward, you like tell me to like come over here and now your like no, what the fuck?" she exclaimed in a high nasal voice.
"Do you want to know why I want you out of here? Because your just annoying me. And you sleep with every guy u get your little hands on and you can't have a fucking conversation with out saying the word like, 50 million times. Girls like you make it so hard for me to develop feelings, and I'm sick and tired." I practically screamed at her.
I can't believe I just said feelings. I don't do feelings. I guess I want to but I can't because I can't just change who I am with out getting crap from people.
"Wow, let me tell you something Edward Cullen, you are no better then me. You like sleep with every girl you fucking meet. And let me tell you something else, you Edward, are not capable of feelings." With that she attached her mouth to mine, and I let her take me; all of me.
***
The next morning around five I threw Jessica out. I needed time to think. I went out to the second story wrap around porch, and sat in one of the many whicker chairs.
I, Edward Cullen are not capable of feelings. I don't do relationships. I'll probably have another girl in my bed tonight. My family is disgusted with the way I act toward woman, and I can't change it.
I sighed in frustration before getting up and dragging myself to bed.
I woke up some 7 hours later, fully rested and in the need of caffeine. I trudged down 2 flights of steps and to the kitchen. My whole family was in there.
"Good morning sweetie" my mom cooed giving me a hug and a kiss good morning.
"Hi mom" I smiled.
"Where's Jessica?" Alice sneered.
"Gone early" I ignored everyone's shocked looked before grabbing a cup of coffee and escaping to the TV room. But everyone piled in after me, except Carlisle and Esme. They were shocked because I usually go for another round in the morning before I get rid of a girl.
I looked at everyone. Rosalie was on Emmett's lap and Alice was on Jasper's lap.
We had all met in 5th grade. Jasper and Rose are twins and we all just clicked. We were inseparable. Everything we did, we did together. In the first year of high school, Alice and Jasper tried going out, and it was a complete success. At first I didn't talk to Jasper for awhile, mad that he would date my sister. I was really protective of her. But I warmed up to the idea. They have been dating ever since.
Emmett had always liked Rose and Rose had always liked Emmett. But they never told each other until 8th grade. They have been going out since then. Emmett does everything Rose says and Jasper does everything Alice says. They are completely whipped but totally in love. Something I would never feel.
I looked over to Alice and Jazz. Jazz was hugging Alice and caressing her cheek. They kissed sweetly and cuddled. It was so loving. I want that, in a way. But Emmett and jazz and Rose and Alice and everyone would never let me live it down if I suddenly developed feelings. And it was so hard to because no one was what I wanted.
We watched TV mindlessly, talking here and there and just hanging out like we always do. After a couple hours, Alice and rose left to go shopping. Alice and Rose have a shopping disorder. They absolutely love to shop and will spend sometimes over a thousand dollars at the mall together, all in one day. But Rose's shopping disorder was not nearly as bad as Alice's obsession.
"Well good men, what are we gonna do while are ladies are gone, or at least mine and jazz's ladies" Emmett said to us in his natural booming voice.
"Why don't we hit up that new bar. It opens at 9 and its 8 so we got an hour to spare." Jazz suggested.
"FUCK YES" Emmett screamed.
Esme's voice called out from the kitchen "Emmett watch your mouth or I swear, no Rose or my cooking for a week"
Emmett's eyes went wide " I'm sorry mom, I'll be good, no cursing. I swear!" he took off for the kitchen.
"Emmett put me down!!!" mom screamed.
Jazz and I went into hysterics as mom pushed him out of the kitchen and slammed the door shut.
I swear, Emmett can be all tough and he is a big weight lifter so he is huge, but he can be such a .. A teddy bear sometimes.
We all got in the car and started driving randomly around. Everything was good until Jazz tried to open a coke. It exploded and went all over Emmett and the inside of his jeep. Jazz started laughing uncontrollably at the look on Emmett's face which was really funny, but I knew not to laugh. Then Emmett got an evil glint in his eye.
"So Eddie boy, I have to tell you about these new moves that Rose showed me in bed."
Jazz turned around shocked, he did not want to here about his sister. Whih was obviously Emmett's plan
"There really good, especially when you do them on the washing machine. Rose loved it. It brought her orgasm quicker and longer." Emmett explained to me smiling.
Jazz was 3 shades of red.
"Of course Jazzy over here is not man enough to make Alice scream like that. Right jazzy boy?" Emmett smirked at jasper.
Before I could stop him, Jasper lunged at Emmett and connected his fist to Em's cheek with a sickening smack. Em went flying into the window and Jasper just sat there seething, none of them paying attention to the swerving car. Em went to punch Jazz back but I stopped his hand and grabbed the wheel. This was hard because I was sitting in the back.
Suddenly the two of them went into hysterics. I looked at them like they were crazy, my hands still on the wheel.
Emmett tried to talk but kept laughing, even as blood dripped from his lip where Jasper had punched him.
"What the fuck are you guys laughing about. You got into a fist fight while driving the car, I'm holding the steering wheel, the cars still moving, and your fucking laughing!" I exclaimed clearly missing something because they were still laughing.
"The "laugh" look "laugh" on "laugh" your "laugh" face "laugh" Emmett said between booming laughs.
"My face what the hell is wrong with my face?" I yelled at them as they continued to laugh.
"The look you had on your face when you grabbed the steering wheel was funny. But the look you gave us when we started laughing was hilarious." Jazz told me.
By now, Emmett had taken back control of the steering wheel and we were parked out front of the just opened bar.
"Ha ha very fucking funny" I huffed and got out of the jeep.
Jazz and Emmett followed me up to the bouncer. We didn't even look at the line that was forming, the guys sending us glares, or the woman drooling. Jazz walked up to the bouncer.
"Hey Mike."
"Good evening Mr. Hale. Right this way" Mike led us into the bar, and with a nod of his head, he went back outside.
Jasper's dad owned almost every bar in Port Angeles. They were very wealthy, just like us.
Jasper's mom and dad also traveled a lot. They were never home, so were all mostly at my house or his.
Jazz led us to the bar and we all sat down. I ordered a vodka tonic, Emmett ordered a vodka red bull and Jasper ordered a Jack and Coke.
Emmett was done with his before Jazz and I even touched are drinks. Then he ordered 12 Washington apple shots, four for each of us.
"Go!" shouted Emmett and we took off drinking. Emmett being Emmett finished all his shots in less than 12 seconds, us not far behind. Everyone cheered when Emmett had finished. The cheering had brought a group of girls over. The one that I liked the best was a girl who was wearing a super shorts white and silver dress with a very low neck line. She had long black hair and a sexy smile. (dress is on my profile)
I winked at her and she walked over to me.
"Hey sexy, can I buy you a drink?" I asked her shooting her a smile. Her eyes went wide and she smiled back.
"Sure you can buddy" she sent me a flirtatious smile and sat on my lap.
"She'll have what I'm having" I said to the bartender.
"One vodka tonic, coming right up" he told me before beginning to make my drink.
"So what's your name?" I asked the girl on my lap.
"Tara, what do you call your self?"
"Edward" I answered. She murmured sexy before bending down and kissing my neck, her lips were cold, just like every girls are.
"Your drink ma'm " the bartender said. She pulled away from me, grabbing her drink, and downing the contents. I grabbed her face for a heated kiss. She tasted like alcohol. I got up and took her with me.
"Let's go back to my house" I whispered in her ear.
"Yes, take me back to your house and have me" she said biting my ear. I grabbed her hand and dragged her to Em and Jazz.
"Guys this is Tara, lets go home" I didn't wait for an answer, I just pulled her toward the car. Behind me I heard Em and Jazz talking.
"Edward has a problem" Em said to jazz.
"I know, a new girl every fucking night, and he just throws them out the next morning. Wonder if he'll ever change."
I felt horrible hearing that but I didn't let it ruin the night. We got to the car and I threw Tara in the backseat. I jumped in and started kissing her.
Emmett and Jasper got in and started the car.
"All I got is one thing to say," warned Emmett. "you don't start anything until you get to your room. You got that?"
"yeah, yeah Em, shut up." I said not leaving my lips from Tara's skin.
When we got home I pulled Tara out of the car and ran with her to the door. I ran in to find Alice waiting expectedly. She was smiling, a look of hope in her eyes, all until she saw Tara. Her eyes suddenly filled with sadness and she wasn't smiling. I was just about to walk up the stairs when Alice yelled "wait"
"What Alice?" I growled
"I thought, that, that.." she trailed off
she looked me in the eyes." Why another girl Edward, do you ever get enough?"
"Shut up Alice!" I told Alice. I grabbed Tara's hand and pulled her up to my room.
Alice POV
After seeing Edward wake up this morning with out a girl on his arm, I felt hopeful.
When Rose and I got home from shopping, we found the house empty. No random girls walking around, no guys and are parents left a note saying they will be back tomorrow.
"For some reason I had a good feeling that Edward will not bring home a girl tonight" I told Rose
"And y would you think that Al?"
"Because there was no second round this morning with Jessica. She was gone early. Edward has never don't that before." I explained.
"That don't mean shit!" Rose argued.
"to me it does, you wait!"
I sat in the living room for an hour waiting for Edward to get home. When I heard a car outside, I grew hopeful and happy. I stood in front of the door smiling. When they came in through the door, I was jumping up and down, until Edward pulled a black haired bimbo through the front door. I suddenly got so sad that it hurt.
Edward just walked by and made for the stairs.
"Wait" I called.
"What Alice?" he growled.
I was shocked. What the fuck was his problem.
"I thought, that, that.." I trailed off, at a lose of words.
I looked him in the eyes." Why another girl Edward, do you ever get enough?" I asked.
"Shut up Alice!" he told me, before grabbing that bitches hand and dragging her up the stairs and out of view.
I had thought that he might have changed for some reason. I guess I thought wrong. Some people just can't change.
Well there you go. My first real chapter. The other chap was more like an introduction. So tell me if you like it, or don't. Review so I can see if I should continue or not.
3 Kristinababes