A/N: I'm lovin' the response I've got already! Some of you seem to dislike Edward at the moment :P

Bella:

3rd October 2005

"Bella, I told you that you shouldn't have said anything to him!" Angela told me, for the millionth time. I had explained to her how bad biology had been, and she went into this massive lecture how 'no-one speaks to Edward Cullen and expects nothing to happen' and stuff. Well, she could have told me that, before.

"It's fine… it was probably just a one-time thing." I told her, trying to play it down.

"Bella, I know that's a lie. I hear people calling you a nerd as you walk past; I see the looks people give you. And, most of all, you tell me about how horrible each biology lesson is!" Angela said.

"Yes, you have a point…" I said, thinking of a way to get out of this conversation. Just then, Edward walked towards me, and purposely shoved me into the lockers. This made me fall over (due to my insanely bad balance) and drop all my books on the floor.

"Oh, I'm sor- I mean, idiot nerd, can't even stand up without falling over!" Edward said. I'm pretty sure he was going to apologise, and he even looked like he regretted it, but he didn't so that didn't matter.

"Well, maybe if I didn't get shoved into my locker by a jerk, I wouldn't have fallen over! And how can I be an idiot and a nerd? Doesn't really make sense, does it?" I shouted to him, not caring about the people who were staring at the scene unfolding.

"Bella, remember what we talked about." Angela whispered hurriedly in my ear.

"Who are you calling a jerk?" Edward asked back, his voice slightly louder, but not quite shouting. I carefully stood up, and walked over to him, trying to remain calm and not breathe in his beautiful scent.

"YOU! YOU DUMBASS!" I shouted into his face, scaring the crap out of him.

"What the hell!" Edward shouted back.

"Serves you right for pushing me into a locker, jerk." I said, while picking up my books. Everyone was looking at Edward to see his next move, and so was I.

"I don't know why you're looking so proud, klutz, of course if you shout in someone's face they'll get scared. Want me to show you?" Edward said.

"No, I'm alright, but thanks for the offer. And, jerk, of course if you push someone into a locker they'll fall over. Want me to show you?" I asked, mimicking Edward.

"If you tried to push me, you would just do more damage to yourself." Edward said smirking. Our little audience started laughing as well. I never knew arguing was this entertaining to people, I just found it frustrating.

"I never would, anyway, because I'm not as evil to push people, obviously weaker than you, into lockers for your own sadistic entertainment." I said snidely.

"Bella, I think we should go now." Angela whispered, tugging on my arm to try and pull me away.

"It's alright, you can go back to your nerd club, I have the whole of next lesson to annoy you anyway." Edward told me.

"Don't you EVER tell me what to do, jackass! I can make my own decisions; I'm not incapable of that! Just because I'm a woman, doesn't mean you have to tell me what to do, when to do it, and how to! And don't you ever forget that! Alright?" I screamed at his face, before running off crying. Angela quickly ran after me, but I didn't slow to wait for her to catch up. I went into the nearest bathroom, and sat on the floor crying my eyes out.

"Bella? Are you in here? Are you alright?" Angela's worried voice said as she walked through the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I told her, rubbing the tears from my eyes.

"You're obviously not. I understand if you don't want to talk about it, what Edward said was really out of line." Angela said while sitting down next to me.

"It's not because of Edward. Well, partly, but not all because of him." I told Angela.

"Ok, well, do you want to talk about it? You don't have to if you don't want to, though." She told me kindly.

"I do want to talk to you about it. It's just, the main reason why I came back here to live with my dad was because; well, of my step dad. He seemed nice at first, and he always has and always will be really nice to my mum. But, to me, he was so controlling. He was always telling me what, how, and when to do things. It was like I didn't have any freedom. If I ever wanted to do anything, even if it was just to go to bed earlier, I would have to ask him and get his permission. He would never let me go out with my friends, or lack of, and would just make me do the washing, cleaning and ironing, so my mum wouldn't have to. He would watch over me, and if I left even the smallest bit of dust, I would have to clean the house all over again." I told her, crying silently.

"Oh my god. He never…ummm…touched you, or anything?" Angela asked quietly.

"No! No, no, no, no, no!" I practically shouted at her, and she flinched away.

"I'm sorry." Angela said.

"No, please, don't be. I should be sorry." I told her.

"No, it's understandable. Are you sure, though?" Angela asked, and I cried a bit more before I finally got the courage to answer her.

"A few times he…he tried to kiss me. I never let him, but one night…he held me up against the wall…and…he touched me, and kissed me. I screamed and tried to get him off me, but he wouldn't stop. He…he only did when my mum came home early. She didn't see him, but…but, if she hadn't come home early…he probably would have gone all the way." I said, tears streaming down my face by now. I'd never before told anyone that, and, in a way, I felt relieved I finally had someone I could confide in. Angela hugged me tightly.

"It's alright now, you're away from him. Everything's alright. Did he…did he ever do anything else to you?" Angela asked softly.

"Nothing like that…but a couple of times he hit me, and, he, uh, one time threw a plate at me, and I have a scar on my arm because of it. My mum thought I was self-harming." I told Angela.

"Why did you never tell your mum, or anyone?" Angela asked me.

"I didn't want to ruin my mum's happiness. Phil makes her happy, she loves him, and he loves her. And I know he would never lay a finger on her in a hurtful way, so why ruin her happiness? No one would believe me, anyway."

"Bella, you have to tell someone. What he did was wrong, and your mum will be happy if you tell someone. She's married to a monster!" Angela said. This was part of the the reason I had never told anyone. They'd convince me to tell the police or someone like that, and I'd ruin my mum's 'perfect' marriage. Just then, the bell went, so I washed my face and made my way to the bathroom door.

"You're not still going to biology, are you?" Angela asked in shock.

"Yeah, it's not Edward I'm angry about, I suppose, in a way, it's Phil." I told her. She walked me to biology, and told me that she was coming round to my house tonight, so that we could tell my dad together. I told her she didn't have to, but she said that if she didn't I wouldn't tell my father. Which was true.

"Look, Bella, I'm sor-" Edward started, but I cut him off.

"Stop it. I don't care for your apologies. If I hadn't run off crying, you wouldn't be apologising." I told him sharply.

"Sorry for trying to be nice. And just so you know, I wasn't saying that to be sexist against women, or try and control you, you're the one who took it the wrong way and went crazy." Edward told me right as the teacher walked in. Right then, I wanted more than anything to hit Edward, for being inconsiderate. I felt like crying again, but then I just kept telling myself that to him, it did look like I went crazy on him. But he was still a jerk.

"Just shut up and forget about it." I told him as we began our practical.

"I don't get why you hate me." Edward said suddenly.

"Hmmm…I dunno…oh. Wait. Because you push me into lockers." I said sarcastically.

"You hated me before that, though." Edward pointed out.

"Because you were a jerk to Angela, and I stick up for my friends."

A/N: What do you think about Bella's past? Maybe it has something to do with the way she act towards Edward...

Review please! :D