A/N: I failed, once again, at updating on time- ugh! I'm really trying my best, but my weeks are so busy lately. It's hard to find time to write sometimes, so please be patient.
To answer one of the reviews: Yes, the story is going to revolve around an older Bella, but these first few chapters are just a foundation so you know how the characters get there.
I'm happy that you guys are enjoying the story! I'm really inexperienced and don't really know how to write like some of the better authors on this site. I'm actually wondering about BETAS though. I know that this story would be much better if I had an experienced/good editor to fix up my grammatical errors and mistakes. Maybe even add in or take out a few things. Could anyone help me out? How can I get one?
Here's the chapter I've taken FOREVER on. Enjoy and review! ;)
He asked me about my interests, and I answered each one with ease. Then he asked me about my parents.
I inhaled sharply and shakily. This was a chance to tell someone everything, but with what consequence? I was definitely no lucky person, and tended to receive bad luck instead all the time. It seemed worth the risk, but I hoped that Edward could be the one to help me heal. My words were stumbled and rushed as they left my mouth.
"My father Phil despised me when my mother passed, and I was sent to live with my aunt Celia for a while. She worked night shifts and was taking me to the sitter's house one evening when an intoxicated driver collided into us. By the time the paramedics came, but it was too late. Aunt Celia died. When they were removing her body from the car, one of them noticed me in the backseat and notified the police."
And another breath. "There was no where else for me to go, so I was placed back in Phil's custody. He was still the same, and if anything, his hate for me was fueled by the accident. I was only four when he promised that he would make my life there a living hell." I paused short, gauging his reaction, but he only gestured for me to continue.
" He allowed me to attend public school, but other than that, I basically lived in my house.. When I was living with Aunt Celia, I knew that she knew about Phil. She home schooled me and wanted to make sure I knew how to do chores and take care of myself, if anything were to happen to her. I had no idea how right she was about to be.
It didn't take long for Phil to become physically abusive, as he already was verbally. He would beat me for no apparent reason, most of the time. When the evidence started to show, he began keeping me from school. When I attempted to call 911, he tore the cord from the wall and broke it. He said that he'd kill me if I tried anything again."
"Phil started to pick up a drinking habit. Most nights he was too drunk to stand straight, and it gave me an idea. That night, when I thought he was passed persevere out drunk, I crawled out of my bed and began to pack. I didn't own much- just a few items of clothing, a hair and toothbrush, and a photo of my mother. I never knew her, so it was the only object I had that connected me to her.
When I finished, I crept down the stairs and was standing in front of the door. All I felt was relief as I opened it, knowing that I would finally be free of him. My stupidity caused me to be overwhelmed by the thought, and I failed to notice that Phil was right behind me." My eyes burned, vividly seeing what had happened just last night. Edward handed me a tissue without a word. His body was so unnaturally still..
"His hand clamped down on my mouth when I screamed, and the door was slammed shut. He threw me around like a rag doll, and all I could do was cry out helplessly"
"Dead!" He spat he smacked me across the face. I was quickly losing my strength, and I was terrified.
I was suddenly on the floor. When I attempted to move, he came up and grabbed my arm, nearly dislocating it as he yanked me to my feet.
"I warned you bitch, yet you think you can play me for a fucking fool. You're just an ungrateful little cunt!" He hit me again, causing me to stumble backwards.
My lower back came into contact with the side table that was right next to Phil's recliner. His half empty beer bottles were piled there. An idea came then, and I felt my fingers wrap around the shaft of one. Phil took one drunken step forward, and my body tensed. "What the fuck are you doing you-" My arm swung with newfound strength, the glass shattering as it met the side of his head.
He fell to the ground, cursing in agony. I felt the adrenaline pumping furiously through my veins, and bolted. I picked up my bags that were at the door, and ran straight into the woods. If he were to come after me, then at least it would make it harder.
"He caught up though, obviously. I'd been foolish to think that he'd stay down. But I continued to run anyway." I glared down at my legs, hating them for being so weak. "He grabbed hold of my shirt, but the fabric was so cheap that it only ripped."
"That's why your clothes were so torn up" Edward stated, finally speaking up. I nodded.
"I was certain that I was about to die. But then you came"
His gaze met mine, and for the first time, I felt comforted by them. I reached for his hand cautiously. Would he let me?
His eyes followed my movements carefully and cautiously. As my fingertips brushed the tops his pale knuckles, it twitched and I jerked away, startled.
He apologized, offering me a tight smile. "I didn't mean to startle you"
His body was still rigid, and he seemed focused in his thoughts . I shifted in my seat awkwardly while my mind spun. What is he thinking?
He suddenly moved closer to me, his movements seeming protective. I felt his cool hand tilt my head up to meet his eyes and promised, "He won't hurt you anymore, Isabella. Nothing will ever hurt you again."
My heart clenched at the intensity of his words. A strange feeling came over me- something I'd never felt in a long time.
"I trust you" I said quietly.
The look on his face changed again, and his eyes displayed an emotion I realized almost instantly. Sympathy.
In such a short amount of time, our relationship had already changed. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders, now that I've finally been able to tell someone. There's no question that Edward still scared the living crap out of me, but at least we understood each other on some level. There was so much I didn't know about him, and him me.
But most importantly though, I was prepared to move forward from the past, and begin a new life with my family. One that I felt safe in.
This would certainly be interesting though.
Ten years later-
I realized that I forgot to add a DISCLAIMER to this story, although you already know I don't own it! ;) DISCLAIM- I don't own the Twilight characters. They belong to their rightful owner, Stephenie Meyer.