CHAPTER THREE

I left the Cullen's house after Carlisle finished fixing my hand. My thoughts were still on what would happen when I got home. Fractured, possibly broken, bones. Bruises. Headaches. Tears. Screams. Anyone that could imagine something bad happening, it most likely would. I thought about it hard as Carter drove me home. Too soon he pulled into my house.

"Well… see you tomorrow, Carter." I waved behind me with my good hand.

"Bye, Kitty. See you tomorrow, too." Carter waved to me.

I ran quickly to the door of my house, unlocking it. I heard the yelling already.

"No, you stupid piece of shit! It isn't my fault that we have a stupid kid! It's your sperm's!" Mom yelled.

"It's not my sperm's! It's your eggs'! She isn't special. She'll never come to anything. She'll always be useless!" Dad yelled back.

"I am not useless! I'm a good kid! It's your fault I'm so different and isolated!" I quickly put a hand over my mouth. Uh-oh. Come on, pain. Mom grabbed my upper arm, hard, cutting off the circulation. I cried out in pain. "Stop! That hurts!"

"I know it does!" she said with a crazed look in her eyes. "It should hurt! You hurt when you were born! I didn't even want you, but it was against my morals to kill something. I would do that now, but I need you for things. Now go do the dishes." She pushed me toward the kitchen, and the circulation of blood back in my arm was painful.

"Fine," I snapped, walking into the kitchen. The sink was full of dishes and pots and pans. This would take forever, and it was already almost five. I needed time for homework and- Oh, my God. I had gym tomorrow. We have short-sleeved uniforms. I don't think the sleeves would cover the bruise. I was thinking about that washing the dishes.

All in all, the dishes took two hours, so after I finished, I walked upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower. I quickly undressed and got in. The hot water calmed my knotted muscles, but all too soon I had to get out. I wrapped a towel around me and tip toed to my bedroom; it was a tiny thing. Mom and Dad didn't think I should have much space in case I had boys over- not that I would. I found an old t-shirt and put it on, along with a pair of underwear, and a pair of shorts under the shirt. I grabbed my backpack and skipped over to my desk. As soon as I was situated to do my homework, I heard a knock at the door. I sprinted down the stairs, tripping of course, and yanking it open. The Cullens-Edward, Jasper, Carter, Carlisle, and Emmett- stood there. I blinked in surprise.

"Um, hi," I stuttered. "Come in, please." My parental authorities may be crazy, but they did teach me manners.

The Cullens filed in one after another, and I nudged the door closed with my foot. The night air chilled my bones. They walked into the kitchen, which was still a little disorganized. I'd better clean that before Mom or Dad sees it. "Why don't you all sit at the kitchen table? I'll get you some… water, milk, or soda, if you'd like." I blushed, though, at the disorganization.

"No, thank you, we're all right, Kitty," Carlisle said. Just then I realized they were all staring at my arm. The bruise to be correct. I yanked down my sleeve so it covered a little better.

"I did it. I was frustrated and squeezed a little to tight," I lied tightly. I thought I heard Jasper mutter, "I'm sure you did," under his breath, but I couldn't be sure. I threw a skeptical glance in his direction. "Okay, you're all here. What do you want? No one comes here without wanting something," I interrupted when I saw Emmett open his mouth.

"It's come to our attention that your parents aren't the best. I mean, they didn't feed you yet, I bet," Edward observed.

"There's nothing wrong with my parents. If you've just come to knock on my family, go. I don't want you here, and I don't need your help." I pointed to the door. "Out."

Emmett huffed, glaring at me. "Fine. We're leaving. Good night." He walked out the door, huffing more and mumbling under his breath.

"Good night." I slammed the door as the last Cullen made their way out. I finished cleaning up the kitchen, and then I sprinted up in my room to finish my Calculus homework. I was working on number thirteen- halfway done- when I looked at the clock. It was nearly eleven o'clock. Calc homework took a lot of time. I'd better hurry. I still had an English report and had to get some food. I hadn't eaten since six this morning. I mean, I may or may not have been normal weight, at least a hundred pounds, give or take a little. I knew I didn't way as much as I should, seeing as my parents starved me, too.

I hurried and finished the Calc by midnight. I did my English essay in and hour after that. I went downstairs, grabbed an apple, and went to my room to eat and go to bed. I hurried eating my snack, and then I put the apple core in my trashcan. I snuggled into bed, pulling up the covers and fall into a peaceful slumber.