alright, so this is my first fanfiction. hopefully you enjoy!
Disclamer: No, I am not Stephanie Meyer. I do not own any one of her absolutely brilliant characters. I wish..but no.
"Bella. Oh, Bella. Ms. Swan!" Bella woke up with a start and looked up into the deathly stare of her English teacher, Mr. Mason, who seemed to have been shooting a question her way.
"Now, if you will so kindly join us, we will continue one," and he walked back to the front of the classroom, chanting directions as he went.
Bella hadn't been able to get much sleep the past few nights, so staying awake wasn't the easiest task at the moment, let alone concentrating. Her evenings lately consisted of work, cooking for Charlie, and attempting to get as much studying done as possible. There were three missing persons cases om the town, though, which called for long stressful days at work for Charlie, which caused trouble at home for Bella, which meant no study time.
Looking up at the chalkboard, Bella read the days assignment; Romeo and Juliet essay due in a week. Easy. She could practically recite that whole book by heart in English and Spanish. Well, one less thing to have to worry about.
The bell signaled the end of school and the students poured from their classrooms out into the halls and our from the school. As Bella stepped outside to the parking lot, she glimpsed a motorcycle flash by the school with a tall man on it. Charlie's voice sounded off in her head.
"Reckless. Might as well throw yourself from a cliff if you're going to jump on the back of those things. You should try it sometime, Bella," he laughed.
Bella just shook her head and walked through the lot to her truck where she got the door closed just in time before it started to rain.
With no work and only a simple essay to occupy her until Charlie was done with work, Bella decided there was no reason to rush straight home, so she went for a drive.
As she drove past the woods, Bella actually looked around and admired how truly beautiful Forks was. It might be one of the wettest, greenest places you can find, but it actually had a bit of a calming effect on her. Nothing compared to the sensation she had experienced the other night, though. Oh, no. But it was still nice.
When the sun had finally decided to set below the tops of the trees, Bella started to head for home. As she walked up the front steps of the house, she noticed that the kitchen light was on. That was odd. Charlie never cooked or anything for himself.
Stepping into the kitchen and seeing Charlie slumped over the sink, Bella knew that she had made a huge mistake by coming home.
"Where have you been? I came home and you weren't here. I got worried. I thought you left me again." Again? He was drunk.
Bella spotted the alcohol bottle in his hand and could smell the bitter scent in the air. Since when did Charlie start drinking? He hadn't had so much as a sip since Renee left him when Bella was tw- ohh..
That's what Charlie meant. He thought Bella was Renee!
"I've missed you, you know. It wasn't the same when you left me. But it's okay now, you're here." The bottle fell to the floor with a thud, somehow not shattering, and Charlie turned around to face Bella.
"I've changed. Things are different now. I know that's why you came back. You're ready to start over. So am I." Charlie took a step forwards.
"We can start a whole new life together, just you and me." Another step.
Horrified and in utter shock, Bella slowly started walking backwards, making her way towards the door.
"You're all I've got, Renee. I don't want to lose you again. I can't. I wont."
Bella tripped on a fallen bowl and grabbed the counter for support which caused silverware to go crashing to the floor. She saw a threatening flame ignite in Charlie's eye, and took off. Bella sprinted up the stairs, taking two at a time, with Charlie right on her heels.
"Don't run away from me! You're mine! You'd better do what I say!" he ran into the bedroom door which was just slammed in front of him.
Safely on the other side of the locked door, Bella slid to the ground. She had never been so scared in her life. What had gotten into him? He never drank!
Minutes went by and there wasn't a sound in the house. Bella decided to get up and check if her father had left. Quietly unlocking the door, Bella looked out into the hall. Nothing. Slowly making her way down the stairs, she peeked into the kitchen. Again, nothing. She let out a sigh of relief.
"What are you doing?"
Bella jumped and spun around. There was Charlie, standing in the living room doorway, staring at her as if he'd never seen her before.
"What are you doing?" he repeated and started walking towards her.
Bella just stood there, ready to take on whatever it was he brought her. Tensed up and waiting for the blow as he came up to her, she closed her eyes and just froze. Any second now.
She felt a gentle tug at her hair and opened her eyes.
"You've always had the longest, most beautiful hair," Charlie admired and ran his fingers through Bella's soft brown hair.
"You used to tell me you wanted a family. It's not to late. Let's have a family." And with that, Charlie grabbed hold of Bella's hair and dragged her upstairs and into his room.
"We'll make a whole family together. I know that's what you want." He pushed Bella onto the bed.
"Charlie, it's Bella!" she cried, desperately.
"You've always liked that name. Isabella. You always wanted a daughter to call Bella." He started taking off his pants and climbing onto the bed.
"Charlie, please! Stop!" she yelled, frantically moving back against the back of the bed as far as she could.
"Bella. Isabella," he repeated her name as he hovered over Bella.
"Daddy!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face, fear bursting out of her.
Charlie stopped, and looked at her, really looked at her, and Bella could tell that he recognized her.
Then came the blow.
Charlie backed up, off the bed and went to leave the room then stopped. "Stupid bitch," was all he said then left, leaving Bella sitting there in shock, holding her stinging cheek where he hit her.
Trembling, she slowly crawled off the bed and scurried off to her own room where she curled up in a hidden corner and cried and cried and cried. Cold, scared, in the dark, Bella knew that she truly, truly was all alone in the world.
extreme, crazy, and intense. this I know! but that's just how I tend to work. so, good? horrible? please review and let me know! I'll update as soon as I can!
