"Isabella" Charlie said, getting up.... and then the beating began.
I woke the next morning, and my clothes had more blood on them than normal. I got up to change, and then fell onto the floor, tears forming in my eyes, as i stood on my ankle. I lay back down, and looked at my ankle. It was swollen. Very. I noticed my arm was too.
I walked to the bathroom, tears stinging my eyes, to look in the mirror. I gasped at what i saw. It was worse than normal. Usually Charlie kept from hitting my face, so teachers wouldnt get suspicious, but this time....i still had multiple cuts from yesterday, and i also had dark purple bruises all over my face.
My lips were swollen, and i had blood dried on my forehead. I didnt remember the beating. It was too painful, so i blocked to memory of it. When i was in the shower, i looked over my body, i had many bruises all over. Many cuts.
My ankle and arm were throbbing, but i could take it. I knew they were probably broken, but i couldnt go to the hospital.
I dressed in a button-up shirt, and baggy pants. I brushed through my hair, letting it hang over most of my face. I went downstairs to eat, atleast charlie wasnt there, and then headed to school.
First thing that happend when i got to school was a teacher saw me. They notice me the one time my face is bruised.
"Miss Swan, are you okay?" the female teacher asked me. I couldnt remember her name.
"Yes. Im fine" I struggled to find an excuse. "I just...fell down the stairs last night." She didnt believe me, but she left anyways.
I was crying from the pain is caused me to walk, but nobody cared. I saw many people laughing at me, and i tried to ignore them. It wasnt until Mike came up that i couldnt ignore them any longer.
"Hey, what happend to you?" he asked me.
"Stairs"
"Uh-huh...." then he noticed my arm was swollen. "Broken arm?" i nodded. He laughed, and twisted it.
It was hard not to scream. I fell down and let the tears flow more freely than they did before.
"Heh. Funny" he said, kicking me in the gut.
"Stop it. Now." i recodnized that velvety voice anywhere. Edward.
"What're you gonna do about it, Cullen?" I watched them through blurry eyes. I saw Edward punch Mike. I heard a sickening crack, and i looked away.
"You broke my nose! Idiot!" Mike yelled. "Ow! Let me go!"
"Are you going to touch her again?!" He paused. "Good! Now go!" He came over to me.
"Are you okay?" he asked me.
"No" He picked me up. "What're you doing?" I asked him.
"You have a broken arm, and you look like someone has tried to kill you. Im taking you to the hospital. Mike is lucky i let him live..." he growled the last part.
I sighed and fell asleep in his arms. I woke later, to cold hands gently shaking me awake.
"Huh? What?! No, Charlie!" i yelled, terrified i was home and charlie was waking me up to hurt me again.
"Charlie? It's Edward..." he paused. "you're at the hospital, this is my dad, Carlisle. He's going to do some X-rays. I'll call your dad." he started to get up. I grabbed his arm.
"Dont" i whispered, tears forming in my eyes again. "Please....dont" Confusion swept over his face. And then realization.
"It wasnt Mike who did most of this, is it?" i shook my head, the tears begining to spill over. Edward growled. Just then a man came in, im assuming he was Carlisle.
"Hi, Isabella-" i cut him off.
"Bella. Call me Bella"
"Okay, Bella" he smiled. "Is there anything besides your arm?"
"Yes. My ankle" i told him.
After the X-rays, Edward and i waited a few minutes until Carlisle would show them to us.
Carlisle entered the room.
"You have two broken bones in your arm, and your ankle is badly sprained" he told me.
"Am i going to need a cast, for my arm?"
"Yes. And as for your ankle, you will need to wear a brace on your ankle." I nodded.
I got a light blue cast. Edward took me home, but wouldnt leave once he got there.
"Are you going to report your dad?" he asked me. I shook my head.
"He's been doing this since i was six. I cant stop him, nobody will believe me. He's a police officer, why would they believe a 17 year old girl over him?"
"if it gets any worse, tell me. We'll report him, and..." he paused. "You can come stay with my family. They'd be glad to let you stay with us"
"Okay" I heard a door slam, and i knew i was in trouble. "You should leave. I'll be in trouble if he finds out you're here" i told him.
He went to the window, and opened it. "Not that way!" He smiled.
"I wont get hurt. I'll see you later?" i nodded. "Remember.... tell me if it gets worse. Or if he even does it again"
"I will..." i lied. I wasnt telling anyone. Charlie would kill me, if i did.
"Isabella!!!" Charlie called. Great.
I sighed and walked downstairs.
"D***." he said when he saw my face. Then he saw my cast. "Did you tell?!" he growled.
"No. Charlie. I did not tell anyone that you abuse me" i lied. Truthfully i only told one person.
"Good"
And then i saw a knife in charlies hand.
"W....what the-" i was cut off when he slashed it across my arm. i cried out in pain, and he just laughed. I figured this wouldnt make things any worse, so i went for it.
"a**hole" He growled, and stabbed the knife into my left arm. He never stabbed me, except that one time. He just cut me. My back, my face, my arms. He pulled some of my hair out.
I knew if it got any worse i would die. I knew i couldnt go to school tomarrow.
Okay, i should have the next chapter of this, and some of my other stories out tonight. Anywho, hope you liked this chapter. I'm working on the next chapter now. Review!!!
&Lots of Love
Stacy
