So, I decided to stop being an asshole and make another one. I'll be honest, I don't know how often I'll be updating, so don't expect anything. By the way, fag is a term used for cigarette, not a homosexual person. R&R = love 3
I woke up, and the faint faded light from my bedroom window hit my face. I squinted and got up off the floor. Putting on a pair of ratty old slippers a found in a dumpster a couple days ago, I tip-toed across the hallway. I was relieved and sighed when I saw Charlie had already gone to work. I started the shower water and stripped off my clothes. I looked into the mirror, the fresh bruises painted my skin like a spastic painter and a porcelain canvas. I ran my hands across my bruises, wincing at the pain. I hopped into the shower quickly. My freesia body wash made my body smell... well... like freesia. It was nice. Once I was done, I went back to my room, under my floor boards where I kept all my secret stuff, and grabbed my blow dryer. I looked at my watch and realised I didn't have time. I put it back, and threw on my purple and skinny black jeans, dark blue tutu, and black tight sweater. I put on some black eyeliner and mascara, just enough that made my eyes look pretty, not that smudged, panda-look.
As I was walking on the road to school, I looked at my reflection in a window to a shop. I looked different somehow, different then a used to look. Ugly. That's all I was. Charlie's whore. Charlie's ugly whore. I took out a cigarette and a lighter from my back pocket. I lit it up, the sky was still dark, and I could feel the rain coming. I don't have an umbrella of course, Charlie wouldn't let me have one. I don't deserve one anyways. I'm Charlie's ugly whore. I looked into a near by dumpster to see if I could find anything worth using for coverage. No such luck. I cursed and took another long drag of my fag (author's note: fag is an old word for cigarette, not a homosexual person). The smoke blew out of my nose smoothly, making a pattern in the air. The rain began to pour, and it doused my cigarette. The cigarette dropped to the ground and I looked at it sadly. A car drove by, then slowed down. It was shiny silver Volvo.
Edward, I gritted my teeth at that name. He would drive past me, purposely spraying me with water, just to piss me off. Like my life didn't suck enough already. I took out the MP3 Player Dr. Cullen got me for my birthday and put in my headphones, and began to walk faster. I switched the song to Jersey by Mayday Parade. I listened to the vocalist's deep voice sing me a melody of sorrows. The car slowed to a stop next to me and I sprinted. I heard Edward shouting after me, not to sure why though. My Doc Martens pounded against the pavement, and I was soon at school. I entered the building, ready for another day of hell.
~~~Edward's POV~~~
I sat staring out the window. It was only 4:27 AM, but I was anticipating today. I wanted to see Bella, how she was doing, if she was okay. I sighed, knowing she wouldn't even go near me. This back-and-forth hate thing. It was agitating me. So juvenile! Why can't we both just grow up and apologize? Why can't we spend a nice afternoon with Alice and Jasper lounging by the pool while I took her into my arms-
What the hell am I saying? I shook the thoughts away from me. I got out of my lounge chair and went to my dresser. I pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans and a plain white tee shirt. I quickly changed into those and walked downstairs. The kitchen was shinning, to bright for my eyes. I noticed Jasper and Alice making out on the table.
"Fuck! Can't you two get a room?!" I shouted at them and covered my eyes.
I ran out of the kitchen and into the living room to find something good on TV. After watching the useless news for two and a half hours, it was time to leave. I got into my car and sped down the road. The rain began to pour, pounding viciously at my windshield. I noticed a shivering person on the sidewalk. I slowed down. Bella was that shivering person. I noticed her sweater slip down her shoulder, exposing a nasty bruise on her translucent skin. My heart "jumped." She unconsciously pulled her sweater up, making my heart "slow down just a bit"
If my heart could actually beat.
My Bella was hurt.
Well, she's not yours yet idiot.
~~~No One's POV (Narrator)~~~
Bella exited the school one period early. She decided to skip Shop today. The teacher was cool, he would understand. She walked to the park near by and sat on the swing. Meanwhile, Edward was dazing out the window, and saw Bella leave the school. He asked to be excused, and with his charm, no one dared oppose. He followed her stealthily, tracking her every move. He saw her sit down on the swing and pull out her MP3 Player and listen.
~~~Edward's POV~~~
She was swinging and humming a very lovely tune. Padriac my Prince by Bright Eyes, I think. I walked over and sat on the swing next to Bella's. She hummed louder now, pretending not to notice me. I could feel her eyes burning into me from beneath her hair. I gently twisted her swing towards mine and took out her headphones. I wrapped the cord around the player and put it into her messenger bag. Her head was still down, but she wasn't humming anymore. I put my hand under her chin and slowly lifted her head up to look at mine.
"Bella..." I whispered.
"What do you want Cullen?" Her tone was violent. I felt a stab at my heart.
This women does things to me that makes my un-beating heart feel... beating.
"Stop." I said.
She looked confused now and looked directly into my eyes.
"Stop what?" She inquired.
"This fighting, it's so juvenile. I don't hate you, Bella," silence... "Do you hate me?" I asked her.
She paused, and said, "Yes, very much so"
She was lying, her eyes gave it away. We both knew it.
I twirled her hair in my fingers and cupped her beautiful face. I leaned towards her slowly. I couldn't resist her, I just couldn't. She leaned slightly forward, too, and I could tell she was nervous. My lips collided with hers, and sparks flew. My world lit up brighter than before. I picked her up and placed her on my lap, facing me. She put her arms behind my head, and I wrapped my arms around her waist. I broke the kiss, gasping for air.
"Wow.... that was... amazing..." she whispered.
I smiled and pulled her even closer. I pressed my forehead to her forehead. She giggled softly and smiled. It was the first time I'd seen her smile in a long time. I saw a police cruiser stop in the road and Charlie got out. I waved to him and he looked furious. I was confused as to why, though.
~~~Bella's POV~~~
As Edward kissed me, my whole world changed. Everything was different now. I understand how he felt towards me, a mutual feeling, why he was the way he was, and why he is how he is now. I smiled for the first time in a long time, and he pressed his forehead against mine. He looked behind me and waved. I was too entranced by his romance to notice. I suddenly felt a tug on my hair and was thrown to the ground. My head smacked into the dirt and it hurt, oh so much. I felt consciousness slip...
~~~Edward's POV~~~
Charlie grabbed Bella's hair and threw her into the dirt. I was angry. Beyond angry. Why would he hurt her? This beautiful hurt creature. I put it all together suddenly, and I knew. Charlie put those bruises on her. I would make him pay. I swear it.
~~~No One's POV (Narrator)~~~
Charlie kicked Bella in the ribs repeatedly. Edward jumped into action. He grabbed Charlie's throat and squeezed. He slammed him against a tree and punched him in the face. Charlie's nose ran bloody, and his lip was fast. Edward grabbed Charlie's middle, and ripped him completely in two. He took his body parts and ripped him into more and more pieces until there was nothing left but bits of what looked like cloth and blood. Edward picked up Bella and ran all the way to the Cullen house hold. He burst through the door and ran into his room. He laid Bella on the bed and went to find Esme. Esme was sewing in the parlor, she looked up alarmed.
"What happened to you?!" Esme cried.
"Charlie. Abuse. Bella. Hurt. Dead." Edward strung out words, uncompleted sentences.
"Slow down Edward. What happened?" Esme said quietly.
Edward told her all of it, down to every last detail. Esme sat there, listening contently.
"I have a plan, call the others. I know what to do." Esme whispered, but Edward didn't need it to be repeated. He heard it loud and clear.
Drama, drama, drama. One or two more chapters, three at the most. I dunno. What do you think. I'm SORRY again. I love you all! 3