-::- Chapter 2: Pretty Fucking Picture -::-
(Bella's pov)
I was standing on the stage, the crowd was going crazy. I loved the way they screamed for me, for us. We were The Runaways. We were born.
Want to know how I got here, I'll tell you but beware it's not a pretty fucking picture.
I was born in Fork, Washington, daughter of Charlie and Rene. When I was four months old my mother had enough of Forks, enough of my dad. She took me and left, she went to Los Angeles. Magical LA, oh how I love that city.
My mother and I never got along. She never wanted me and always made that very clear. I don't get why she didn't left me with my dad when she ran.
I love trouble, the more the better. You can say I'm a little self-destructive. All I want is a good time, and I make sure that that's what I get.
The first time I got arrested I was ten, nothing major, I saw a pair of shoes that I really wanted but my mom didn't want to give me. So I came back just a little before closing time, I grabbed the shoes and ran. I made it to the end of the street and a cop came up behind me. He grabbed me and I bit his nose. He dragged me back to the store and returned the shoes, who decided not to press charges, after that he took me to the station and called my mother. When we came home I got my ass kicked.
The second time I got arrested I was eleven. Me and my friends were smoking weed in the alley next to my apartment. Someone called the police and we were taken to the station. After sitting in a cell for seven hours my mother picked me up. After a long and silent car ride we finally came home, followed by my mother breaking my arm.
When I was fourteen, I went to a party one of my friends were trowing. There was alcohol and weed, so naturally I had an amazing time. I went outside to get some fresh air when a guy came up to me. He was hitting on me and I liked it, I started flirting with him. After a while he got pretty agressive, pushing me against a tree and al, I began to push him away when he punched me in the face. I wanted to punch him back but he grabbed my wrist and slammed it againts the tree. I did something I never done before I cried. He licked away my tears while taking off my jeans. I felt something hard brush up agains my inner thigh. Before I really regestered the action he slammed into me. The tears wouldn't stop flowing down my cheeks. He kept slamming into me grunting and moaning with each thrust. Once he was done he pulled out of me and put his pants back on. 'Don't worry I used a condom, don't want you to get pregnant on me now.' He walked towards me and caressed my cheek. 'I had a wonderful time.' He kissed me on my mouth and walked back to the house. I fell down the tree, after a couple of minutes I up and pulled my jeans back on and walked home
After that I pretty much stayed out of trouble. If I wanted to drink I did it at home, if I wanted to smoke something, I did it at home. The money I got from stealing people wallets when they weren't looking. I never stole from my mother, I did that once and I couldn't sit for a week. I liked my life. Going out all hours of the night, skipping school, I did anything I wanted to do.
The third time I got arrested I was fifteen. Me and my friends went to a Sex Pistols concert, after the show we got wasted. After a while we got bored. We were walking around when we saw a girl get out of her car, we went over there to beat her up as well as the car. We were just finished with her car when we heard the sirens. We all ran into a different direction, but in the end we all got busted. After yet another 'bail me out' phone call to my mother things changed, when we came home she didn't yell or attack me. She sat down on the couch and looked at me 'I don't know what I'm suppose to do with you anymore. I'm sick and tired of bailing you out, or tell my friends why I have to leave my work early.' She walked out of the room and came back with a duffel bag. 'You're going to Forks right now, live with your dad. I don't want to see you or hear from you ever again do you hear me. You can call me when you get your act together.' She walked out of the apartment and I knew I had to follow her. We walked to her car and we got in and she drove me to the airport.
What happened next I never thought possible.