HELLO!!! sorry it took so long...................
I backed away slowly, towards the back wall. He followed slowly, coming to stand over me.
"You cut school," he stated in an angry voice. Pulling back his hand, he slapped me across the face. I looked down at my feet. I could tell my face was red.
When I looked up, I saw his face twisting into an even fiercer glare. He was staring at my duffel bag. His eyes clouded over with hate. Grabbing my upper arm, he brought his face inches from mine. He was gripping so hard that it hurt. "Were you thinking of LEAVING ME?!?!"
Pulling back his fist and punching me in the nose, my head smashed against the drywall behind me, making me dizzy and sink to the floor. Pushing me over, he proceeded to kick me in the stomach, his combat boots connecting with my ribs and making them break. The sickening snapping sound coming from my abdomen mixed with the pain of everything else made my stomach churn, and I threw up on the floor, the salty bile mixing with my hair and dripping out of the side of my mouth.
He stopped kicking me and was on his hands and knees on the floor beside me, bringing his face close again. "Where would you even go, anyway?" he hissed. "No one cares about you, you stupid slut!"
But the truth stood out in my mind. "Edward cares about me," I whispered to myself. But Charlie was close enough to hear.
"BITCH!" he yelled, seizing my neck and pulling me upward. "You talked to someone! You told them! Who did you tell? WHO? Tell me NOW!?!" He said, shaking me and pressing down on my windpipe. My hands reached up and tried to pry his large hands off, but to no avail. He had control over where I went.
Dragging me over to the stairs, he picked me up bridal style. I fought him weakly, but he wouldn't let me budge. When he stopped pressing just enough so that I could breathe, I began to scream. "Let me down!"
He leaned over me, an evil glint in his eyes. "You want down?"he asked menacingly. "I'll let you down!" He hurled me down the stairs. I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain.......
But it never came. Instead, I landed in what felt like two iron bars, wrapping around my body and pulling me closer. Opening my eyes, I saw that those supposed pieces of metal were Edward's arms. His eyes were flat black, and staring up at Charlie. I looked up at him in relief, which turned to horror. Charlie is going to hurt him. "Reaching up and gripping the collar of his shirt, I pulled my face closer. "Edward," I whispered. "You have to run."
He looked down at me, though his head was still tilted towards Charlie, who looked like he was about to have an aneurysm from the top of the stairs. "Edward," I whispered again. "You need to leave. I'll be okay."
"Why?" He breathed, barely loud enough for me to hear.
"He'll hurt you. Get away while you still can......" I drifted off; it seemed that Charlie was coming out of his daze.
"No, Bella. I'm not leaving you here." His whisper was hard and determined. "He's not going to hurt you again."
Charlie began to thump down the stairs towards us.
"Please," I pleaded with him. "I'll be okay, really, I will."
Charlie came to the bottom of the stairs and walked towards us. Edward set me down and pushed me behind him. "Edward," I pleaded once more.
"Shhhh........." He said quietly. Charlie was a foot away now. I was shaking, my hands clenched into fists. Edward was going to get killed. Charlie pulled back his fist, and I closed my eyes, waited for Edward to stumble backwards into me. There was a resounding smacking sound, but Edward didn't move. Instead, I heard someone else, gasping.
Opening my eyes in shock, I saw that Edward had punched Charlie in the nose. Charlie was stumbling backwards in amazement. And Edward was walking towards him, grabbing him by the collar and forcing him into the kitchen. Knocking the table aside like it weighed nothing, he pressed Charlie up against the cabinets. "You will not hurt her again," he snarled, and punched Charlie in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Edward was shaking all over, so fast that he was nearly vibrating.
When he got his breath back, he looked at Edward, an evil grin spreading across his face, reminiscing. "She deserved it," he growled back. "The little bitch earned it-"
Edward punched Charlie again, even louder this time, and he sunk to the floor, unconscious. Edward backed away slowly, and turned to face me, his eyes burning with black fire.