Chapter 5
The girl in the mirror
(B's POV)
Two weeks later
Tina and Raychel were worried to say the least. It's only been two weeks, since Phil and Renee have been home and people are already asking questions. Adam and Ethan and Robin are aggravated with me because I won't tell them what's going on with me. I don't tell anyone but I do talk to Tina and Ray. I know I should tell Ethan and the guys a little what's going on with me, but I just don't think they'll leave it at that.
This ain't right, I thought jumping from my favorite teacher, Mr. Toulouse's hand.
"Miss Swan is you alright?" he asked leaning down to get eye to eye with me.
I nodded my head slowly "Yes, sir," I stammered slightly backing away from the older male's hand. "Y-you just sc-startled me is all," I explained as best as I could.
Worry and concern were written across his face, his old eyes traveled around my face in a slow motion. "Well ok, it just seemed you were more distant than before in my class and with your friends," he said before retreating back to the teachers' lounge two doors down.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, "Thank you. Oh god, thank you," I breathed out with a gust of air before trudging to my calculus class.
"You're late, Miss Swan!" Mrs. Razzes yelled as soon as I opened the door glaring at me.
I glowered back at her, walking up to her desk. In my peripheral vision I could see the rest of the class watching to see what Miss Isabella Swan would do. "I noticed." I pointed out continuing to glare at this bitch who had been giving me problems from the beginning.
"That was your third time without a pass," she growled. "So, I'm going to have to write you up for that. This will in turn become a detention with me!" she laughed while writing this down.
I smirked "Is that right?" I asked while fishing around in my bag for the slip that was going to save my ass. "Then how come I have this neat green pass from the nurse and the principal saying:
'If Isabella Swan is absent or tardy to any of her classes; she is not to be marked ask absent/tardy'
"Why I have this and you're writing me up, is beyond me, Mrs. Razzes." I said trying not to laugh at the look on her face. Some of the class snickered as her face fell and she muttered to herself about ungrateful children. "Bitch," I muttered to myself as I walked to my seat beside the new quiet girl, Amber Ray.
Amber was a nice, quiet, shy girl who moved here from Miami, Florida. Her skin was a dark russet color, which made her natural, bright, golden blonde hair stand out. As well as her bright crystal clear baby blue eyes. She was about two inches taller than my 5'3 figure, but when a guy got too close she would shrink into ball and wait till they were out of sight.
I'd seen it happen twice, by two different people. The principal when he welcomed her to the school and Ethan when she couldn't open her locker. Tina said I've been acting more like her than myself lately. Am I?
Two months later
"Renee Stop!" I wheezed out as loud as I could with Phil's knee on my ribcage. Renee continued kicking me in the ribs. Phil picked me up after she left and threw me against my closet door. He left without a word, slamming my door. "Stop…" I whispered before falling into a deep unconscious state.
Beeeeeeeeep! Beeeeeeeeeeep! Beeeeep!
I groaned out loud, and then winced at the pain that shot through my chest.
Beeeeeeeeep! Beeeeeeeeep Bee-!
"Shut up," I complained pressing the snooze button on my annoying alarm clock. Once I did I caught a look at my hand; layer after layer of caked blood on top of one another. "Damn it," I mumbled crawling painfully to my bathroom.
In the mirror stood a girl, a girl with blood caked around her nose, cheeks, mouth, neck, and all in her hair. The girl was not the same as the week before; this girl was broken in multiple places. I sighed, jumped into the shower and scrubbed the blood from every inch of skin. My torso, two ribs be specific, poked the skin, indicating they were broken; just like the girl in the mirror.
"Bella!" Renee's voice filtered through the house.
I didn't answer. Running back to my closet I changed into a black hoodie with a light blue tank underneath, and dark blue flare jeans. Quickly applying a heavy amount of foundation on my face and neck, covering the deep purple bruises. At the door I slipped on my loose black and blue vans. I ran down the flight of stairs, hurrying for the bus, only to have Phil jam his foot into my gut. "Oof," I grunted falling into the staircase wall and down to the floor. "What did…I do this…time?" I asked out of breath.
Renee laughed without humor before punching me in the face. Blood gushed from my nose. "I called for you. What did you do?" she asked smiling evilly.
"I didn't answer," I said waiting for them to move so I could go and run to the bus.
"She didn't ask for you to speak!" Phil yelled in my face punching me in the jaw, before kicking me again in the ribs.
I bit my lip keeping myself from crying out. Renee grabbed my hair and pulled hard. "Now, listen very closely Bella." She sneered yanking me to my feet. Tears leaked down my face, which earned me a slap in the face. "When I call your name you come to me. When I ask a question, you wait till I tell you to answer. Understood? I don't know how many times I have to tell you these fucking rules, Isabella! Jesus! You're sixteen years old!" she yelled into my face. I didn't answer or even really listen. It was all meaningless. Even if I did answer her it would still earn me a beating. I just stood there, waiting till they would let me go. Renee cried out in frustration, slammed my head into the wall and stomped off with Phil at her heels. "Now, go clean up your face and get to class, stupid bitch!" she yelled before slamming their door shut.
Slowly I peeled myself off the floor and sadly crawled up the stairs and into my bathroom. I looked into the mirror; I didn't see me, Isabella Marie Swan, the happy daughter of Ellen Renee Dwyer. I saw the sad, torn broken, girl in the mirror.
