Ch. 2

AN: Sorry it took so long I've been so busy with school and personal issues that I totally forgot about this story until right about now, but I will try to update as often as I can…. I already have a lot of Chapter 3 written so it should be up as soon as I finish it. Btw I changed who Bella is going to be with…. If you don't like femflashes then don't read this. And in the preface pretend that Bella is talking about Alice instead of Edward. Just put her description in place of his. :) Now enough with my rambling and on with the story. :) Thanks to all of you who are still reading :)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT THAT BELONGS TO STEPHANIE MEYER!

When I woke up the next day Esme wasn't there and I started to panic. Then I saw the reason why Esme wasn't in the room with me. Charlie was standing by the door with a sadistic look on his face. My fear spiked even more when I saw that he had on his police gear and uniform. I tried to get my heart to slow down so that none of the nurses or doctors would come in while he was here because I knew if they did he would just blame it on me and I would get it even worse than usual when we got home.

He started to come over to me and my fear and heart beat went up more the closer he got. By the time he got to my bed his sadistic look had morphed into a murderous one. I looked up at him fearfully and said, "Hi," in a squeaky voice. As soon as the word was out of my mouth I realized my mistake instantly. It was one of his rules since Mom died. Rule #1: Never speak unless spoken to. I have all of them written down somewhere and hidden from Charlie.

When I looked up his face looked even scarier than before and I cowered back into the bed scared of what he might do to me for breaking one no two of his rules. I broke another one when he beat me the last time. Rule #2: Never cry or scream when he hits you. (It will only make it worse.) I wish Esme was here right now because Charlie would never do anything with a witness in the room.

When I looked up at him again Charlie slapped me across the face and said, "When we get home you're in for it." It was then that the numbness set in and I lost all sense of reality and time because I knew he was going to take me home and I might not live through the night. If I do live though, it will be a miracle. But one thing I know for sure is that whatever happens tonight I will always be thinking of Carlisle and Esme and how I wish they were my parents instead of Charlie.

When we got home Charlie threw me to the ground and started beating me by kicking and punching anywhere he could reach and screaming that I was a worthless, ugly, ungrateful bitch and how it was my fault that Mom died and how I should've died instead of her. I couldn't help but think that he was right about everything.

I used to believe that I was pretty and something worth fighting for when Mom was alive and that it wasn't my fault, but after listening to his words for so long I could no longer fight the nagging voice in the back of my head telling me it was all true.

2 Hours later

He was finally done after this long 2 hours of him using me as his own personal punching bag. He left to go watch some game on T.V. while I tried to gain enough strength to male it to my room. As soon as I hit the bed I was asleep with all my clothes still on.

When I woke up the next morning I could barely move because of the pain. When I could finally move I went over to the mirror in my room and what I saw brought tears to my eyes because I've seen this so many times before. I wish Charlie would love me like he did before Mom died.

I had bruises everywhere that I could see and I know there were more under the clothes I was wearing. The one really caught my attention though was the bruise on my face in the shape of a hand. This has only happened a handful of times and it only happen when Charlie's really mad.

After that I got some clothes and got in the shower. I let the hot water soothe my aching body and washed my hair before I got out and got dressed in some baggy black cargo pants, a black tank top, and a black long-sleeved shirt to go over it to hide all the bruises.

I went over to the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. I grabbed the concealer off the shelf inside the mirror. I put it all over the bruise trying to cover it up the best I could without it being noticeable. When I'm done I grab my phone and iPod -the only things Charlie will let me have for entertainment- and check the time.

It's already 6 so I go down stairs and sneak a granola bar before making breakfast for Charlie. He wakes up and comes down stairs at 6:30 just as I'm putting his food on the table. I go over and stand by the window that way I'm in his line of sight. It's another one of his rules, two actually.

Rule #3: Never get behind. Ever. Unless he forces you to.

And Rule #4: Never leave his line of sight while he's eating unless he tells you to.

When he's finished I quickly pick up his dirty dishes and wash them and put them away. Then, I go out the door and ride my purple Mongoose bike to school in the rain. It takes about 10 minutes to get to school from my house. While I'm putting my bike in the bike rack I look around and see two faces I detest coming towards me: Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory.

They've hated me since we were in kindergarten together and I'm still not sure why. Jessica has shoulder length curly brown hair, green eyes, and she stands at around 5 foot to my 4'9. Lauren has fake blonde hair the reaches the middle of her back, blue eyes, and stands at around 5'3. She is way more intimidating than anyone but Charlie.

By the time they got to me I was leaning on the wall trying not to run away screaming. To anyone that didn't know any better this scene looked like I was just leaning against the wall waiting on my friends, but I knew better and it was everything but that. "Hey ugly duckling," was the first thing out of Lauren's mouth.

After she said that I tried to walk away but Jessica grabbed my arm tightly and I winced because she grabbed where there was a bruise on my arm. "We didn't say you could leave yet, dyke," she sneered. Did I mention I was also gay? Then Lauren pulled her hand back getting ready to punch me and I closed my eyes wait for the impact. But it never came. I slowly opened my eyes to see what I could only describe as an angel.

AN: again sorry it took so long but I was busy with other things. Thank you to those that are still with me and please keep reading and reviewing for me and any questions I will answer the best I can without giving too much away :)