Okay, I actually finished the 6th chap before i started writing this so Yay!! I'm updating with two chapters today. Also Fredy is coming over today. He and his new boyfriend are taking me to dinner. I even might take Kat, my younger dork of a sister, with me. I can't get over the last Simpsons where Milhouse wrote Thrilhouse and it oly read Thrilho. I'm going nuts. Okay, love your reviews.
5.I'm so sick.
Alice p.o.v.
Those Cullens made me sick. They were arrogant rich brats. Even starved to stay skinny. Maybe it was jealousy. It was possible. They looked like nobody had ever even pinched them. Only the blonde dude, Jasper, had some scars.
Next lesson was P.E. I hated P.E. because me and Bella usually had to change in bathroom. It was also the most painful class. When we played dodgeball or something and the ball hit my wounds it hurt like a bitch.
„Hey, Swan! Think fast!" the ho called Jessica threw me with basketball. It hit me in the stomac. I bet it was blue from last nights beating and being hit with a ball didn't make it any better. I didn't make a sound but fell on my knees and cursed when I saw other students, including the blonde Cullens, look at me with a surprised expression. Well, his face looked like he was feeling the same. The coach let me skip the rest of the class. And over a long time I could change in the girls' locker room.
"What the hell happened to your back?" I heard somebody ask behind me after I had pulled my t-shirt over my head. I turned around and saw Rosalie Cullen behind me. I turned back around:"Nothing" she put her freezing hand on my shoulder. "Don't lie to me." I saw her slit her eyes in the mirror.
"This isn't your problem." I said to her almost begging and walked out. I took my math's book and started on my next day's homework until the bell rang. The next lesson was my favorite-art.
Today we were painting a poem with oil colours. I decided for "Blood on My Hands" because it disturbs me that millions of children and teenagers are finding their answer for solving problems with a gun (the poem on my profile).
After the lesson, it was hard to get the oil colour off my arms. And I didn't have the time to use extra cleaning sope to get it all off.
I had to hurry home with Bella.
But we got home a bit later than Charlie would've liked.
"Was about time." Again he greeted us both with a kick in the stomach. "Isabella, make me food while I have some father daughter time with Mary." The reason why I hated my first name was because Charlie called me that. She went into the kitchen in a hurry and started boiling the water.
"I heard you've been a bad girl." He whispered in my ear and pulled my hair so I whimpered a little. He continued his fun with kicking me into my stomac and other parts of my fragile, pale body. I didn't even notice when he stopped. I was too numb to do that. I had cried a lot.
"Get up!" Charlie commanded me but didn't give me any time to react because he already pulled me up with my hair. I closed my eyes but started screaming when something hot and painful was thrown on my face. I fell on my knees and covered my eyes with my hands.
It hurt horribly. But I already started moaning in pain, not screaming. I hated him so much but had to stay strong for Bella.
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