Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Stephenie Meyer does and I love her for creating these characters and her story that goes along with them.
But he just covered my mouth and yelled "Shut up, slut!" and whispered in my ear "Playing hard to get won't help you Isabella" and with that he threw me onto the bed pulling my wrist above my head and against the headboard and then everything went black.
The next morning I woke up on the floor with pain everywhere. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that Phil was gone. I then started to get up but fell back down when a sharp pain shot though my right wrist and up my arm. The unexpected pain made me scream and then fall on my left side which caused another sharp pain to jolt though my ribs where Phil had kicked me last night and might have broken one. I slowly again tried to get up this time putting no pressure on my right wrist and using my left hand to pull me up using the night stand. I finally got up and looked at myself in the mirror and saw all the bruises that where starting to form and sighed knowing that meant long sleeves and lots of makeup today. But before I could do any of that I would need to find some kind of brace for my wrist which I was completely sure was broken and I think might have even been dislocated.
Once I was finally ready for school I headed downstairs to grab my bag, took four aspirin ,and was about to run to catch the bus when I saw a note on the counter. I picked it up and read it.
Isabella,
I am gone for the week
Phil
I put the note down and headed to school with a smile on my face knowing that for a week I was free from Phil and free from fear.
The week was half way over and I had a total of 3 more day of freedom before Phil came home. So I deiced I better make sure the house was completely clean and spotless so that Phil would have nothing to add to his normal fury. As I was cleaning the kitchen I came across all the mail and bills that had been collecting up over the week and looked at one that read: To Renee Swan. I felt a tear roll down my cheek remembering that my mom had left me, but quickly wiped it away and I felt happy in a way that she had left because now Phil could no longer get his hands on her. I opened the letter and found a 1000 check and two notes. One was addressed to my mom.
Dear Renee,
I sent an extra 500 this month for Bella's birthday. Please give it to her or buy something nice for her. Oh, and I am sending another note in this letter for her as always so please give it to her. I hope you and Phil are doing well.
-Charlie
A tear rolled down my check reading this note because my father must love me unlike Phil always told me.
I quickly unfolded the next note and saw it was for me.
Dear Bells,
I wanted to wish you a happy birthday and know how school was going. I am sure you are busy and that is why you never have a chance to respond but if you get the chance call (561)339-1901 but I am sure you already have that number in the thousand of letters I have already sent, but just in case. Oh and Emmett is on the football team again and his team is really doing well this year I think they are going to make it to states again. But don't tell him I told you that. He would say I jinxed it. But like I said I hope you have a great birthday and all your wishes come true.
- Charlie
Ps. You know the offer for you to come and live in Forks with Emmett and me is always open…I Love you Bells.
When I finished reading the note, fury burned though me. I could not believe my mom had kept letters from me and let me believe my father did not want me. And then I started to wonder who Emmett was. Did I have another brother? Suddenly I felt the urge to call my dad. I had no clue what I was going to say but I suddenly needed to talk to him. I was about to reach for the phone when I saw the time and thought I should wait until tomorrow to call. It was already nine o'clock and I had no clue where Forks was and what time zone it was in. So I decided that tonight I would go though all my mother stuff and try to figure out as much as I could about my dad and who ever this Emmett was.
That night I had gone though all my mothers scrapbooks and bins of stuff. I had found tons of pictures of a guy who was usually in a police officer uniform and whom I was pretty sure was Charlie, but no pictures of anyone who looked like they could be Emmett even though I had no clue what Emmett looked like. But I knew he did not look like anyone in those pictures. But what I spent most of the night looking at and reading where all the letters from Charlie. From them I had learned that Emmett was my half brother who loved football and had a girl friend for two years named Rosalie. I was also now certain that the man usually in the police officer uniforms in my mom's pictures was Charlie. I feel asleep that night like every other night since Phil had left and that was with a smile, but tonight it was even bigger then the ones before.
I woke up the next morning to someone's breath on my throat that reeked of alcohol. In an instant I knew who it was. I slowly opened my eyes in horror at to see the face of Phil who was not supposed to be home for another two days.
He smiled down at me and, completely slurring his words, said "Miss me Isssabbella?"
I smiled and answered "nope" popping the P and immediately regretting it once the word escaped my mouth.
I felt a hard object smash against my face and darkness took over instantly.