I own nothing, besides the plot.

-Bella-

I walked into the last 20 minutes of biology, head hanging low. I didn't look as the teacher signed my slip.
"How nice of you to grace us with your presence, Isabella." The teacher said, sarcasm dripping from his tone. I didn't say anything, afraid to answer. I only looked up for a second to see where I could sit. There was one free spot, but it was next to him. Why was fate so cruel?

I took my seat and stared down at my book, moving my chair over as far as it would allow me to. I let my hair hide my face. Something was wrong about him, something off about his whole family, and beside that I was supposed to stay the freak. Nobody wants to be friends with the freak, and that's what I need. I can't let anyone close. Ever.

I spent those 20 agonising minutes in silence, though I could feel every one's eyes on me. As soon and the second hand hit its destined time, I was out of my chair, walking to the door hastily. Only seconds later the class was behind me. I took a few needed deep breaths and walked to my locker. I shoved my school books into it and walked to gym.

I was hoping, considering my attire, the couch would let me free, and I was right. She let me sit off to the side, saying I needed to bring my gym clothes. They were waiting patiently under the bed, I would bring them tomorrow though, if only to avoid a detention. I scribbled in my book until the class was over and walked to my truck, bag in hand.

No one talked to me, and that was a relief. I got into the old truck and drove to the store. I bought as much groceries as I could with the money I was given and was out of the shop within an hour. I was driving down my street when I finally noticed something. The silver Volvo behind me. Damn, when had it gotten there? I searched my memory and I remembered seeing it at the store. I was being followed, was my first thought. Great, now I have paranoia.

I grumbled incoherent words to myself as I parked in the drive way, calling myself six different kinds of idiot when the Volvo drove past. I walked inside, my hands full with groceries. With a lot of manoeuvring and balancing I was finally able to open the door. I closed it with my foot, and walked into the kitchen, dropping the bags on the kitchen counter.

I quickly put away the groceries and climbed up the stairs. II grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom, remembering how Charlie hated to hear the shower water running when he wasn't in it. "A waste of water on a worthless girl like you" He would say. I finished up and changed into home clothes- a baggie shirt and track pants. I did the little homework I had until about 5pm, then made my way down stairs to cook.

I pulled out a flat slab of meat and heated the frying pan. I put water in a saucepan to boil, adding potatoes. I cooked the steak, and added peas in with the potato when the potato was almost done. I continued like this for a while, my stomach rumbled at the smell of hot food. I'll have some when Charlie goes to bed.

I had just finished making the meal of steak with vegies and mashed potato when Charlie burst through the door. My heart sped up a fracture. He was not in a good mood. He walked up to me without hesitation and his hand shot out, jabbing me in the stomach.
"Why did you skip half a class?" He asked calmly, as if he hadn't just punched his daughter.

"I was throwing up in the girls bathroom" I lied quickly, immediately regretting it. His hand landed on my cheek, hard.
"Bella," He said threateningly.
"I was crying by my truck. The kids said bad things to me" I said again, half was the truth. He seemed to believe that though, because he let me go. I didn't wait, I scurried to my room while Charlie ate. Later in the night, I heard his faint snoring.

I needed to eat. I swallowed hard as I tip-toed down the stairs. I grabbed an apple out of the fringe, but that was all I allowed myself. Charlie would be able to tell if I took more than a little, I went back up the stairs. I ate my apple slowly, savouring everything. This was the first morsel I had eaten in two days. I needed to eat more often, or I would be too weak to heal. I even ate the core, leaving no trace of it left.

I fell asleep soon after. After what seemed like a few minutes was in reality a few hours. I was woken again by a start, a first landed on my shoulder. It felt like it was torn off, I fought back tears.
"Bella, I'm leaving. Don't be late for school." Charlie said, a smirk on his face, as he left my room. Only a few minutes later I could hear his cruiser pull away and drive off, I followed the same routine as yesterday, though it took longer and was much more painful.

I changed into a long sleeve shirt, and jeans. I pulled the gym suit from under my bed and saw it was merely shorts and a shirt. The showed too much. I looked around the room, finding something to possibly wear under it, and finally found some black tights to hide my legs and a back, thin, long-sleeve shirt.

My shoulder pulsed, and I took some painkillers. I put on a jacket for it had grown cold, and walked to my car. I winced at the pain with every move of my shoulder. I closed my eyes for a second, then turned on the truck and drove towards school.