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-Bella-

School past by as a blur, until lunch. I wish I could skip lunch all together, but I needed food- I felt weak, my energy was getting sapped by my injury, my body was trying desperately to heal. Maybe it was worst that I had thought. My shoulder throbbed in pain. I stifled a wince as I got some lunch from the cafeteria.

I only had enough to buy a sandwich and a bottle of water. I sat at the same table as yesterday; happy is was once again empty. The Cullen's were sitting at the table next to mine, and I inwardly smiled. Didn't curiosity kill the cat? It didn't matter, something was off about them. I was going to find out what.

I walked to my table, and sat down. I started eating, my eyes involuntarily flickered to the big muscle clad boy, Emmitt….then to the blond boy, Jasper….then to the bronze haired boy, Edward. It took only a second to realise what I was subconsciously doing…..I was checking them, looking for signs that they were dangerous.

Suddenly Edwards eyes met mine…..his eyes were no longer the golden hue I had seen earlier, they were black. I couldn't look away, they seemed to pin me there.

"Edward….you ok" I heard….only the voice was quiet. I'm sure if my hearing wasn't as sensitive as it was I wouldn't be able to hear it. His lips moved with a reply that I could also hear….I think they were talking in a volume so low that an average human may not have heard it.
"She smells so…." His voice trailed off.

Strange…. They are so weird. I glared at him. I remember one day my mother had taken me to get my hearing and eye sight checked, the doctors had said they were very high above average….my sense of smell was as well. It was almost unbearable just sitting here.

The scent of the air was overpowering, the noises so very loud. I bit my lip as I forced my concentration back to the Cullen's. Maybe they had enhanced senses like me? Were they born with it like me? I shook my head, they were all adopted, different birth parents, it would be impossible. No, something was going on with them. I will find out.

I was brought out of my thoughts as Mike, Tyler, Eric Jessica and a girl from English-Angela I think her name was- came and sat at my table. Was this going to be a regular thing? Maybe I should start sitting in the toilets or something. I bit my lip as they started to gossip. I bit my lip as they continued to talk, though they tried to include me in the conversation, nobody could hear my voice over crowd.

It was a relief when the bell rang, and I stood up quickly and left. I was the first to arrive at biology, I sat and grabbed out a book from my bag. I started drawing on a free page while I waited, Edward came in soon after I did, as did the rest of the class. Edward brushed against my shoulder as he sat, I hissed in pain. At the same time though, I felt how cold and…hard his body was. There was no other was to describe it, his skin was rock hard and cold as ice. I grabbed onto my shoulder in an instinctual attempt to numb the pain.

"Are you ok?" Edward said. I nodded. Edward didn't speak for the rest of the lesson. My eyes strayed to the clock, wishing time would move faster. P.E went by quickly, though the other students learnt not to throw the volleyball at me anytime soon. It would only hit someone once passed to me, my instinct would kick it and I would hit the ball in any direction.

I was the first to leave the class, going to the bathroom to change. I didn't want others to see the painful, deep purple bruise that covered a good portion of my stomach. I walked to my truck and climbed in. I drove home quickly, the paranoia feeling that someone was watching me made itself known as I got into my room.

I sat on my bed, cuddled up to an old copy of Romeo and Juliet. At 4, I got out chicken breast and prepared a stir-fry. It was done early, so I could eat a small portion of the large meal. I served myself a small bowl and started to eat. It was just before I finished the meal that Charlie walked in. I put the small bowl behind the kettle to hide it before he could see, my heart was racing as I served him a large bowl.

He grunted his thanks as he finished, grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked into the lounge room. I sighed as I grabbed the unfinished bowl from behind the kettle…
"What are you doing!" I jumped as I turned quickly, wincing slightly as my shoulder throbbed.
"How dare you! You don't deserve to eat, and yet I find you here eating my food that I paid for!" A saw a vein in Charlies forehead. This was going to be bad.

"I'm sorry" I yelled, repeating it over and over. Charlie didn't care, his fists came down ruthlessly. When he had finally finished and calmed down, I limped to the sink, did the dishes and went to my room.

I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, my body gave out…it broke one of my rules. Never sleep before Charlie does. I was awoken minutes later by a slap to my cheek, apparently Charlie hadn't finished. I closed myself off…. Ignored the pain and lay there while receiving only a few more hits.

"Worthless bitch" he spat out before he left. I forced myself to stay awake that night until I could hear his snores, then drifted into a fitful sleep.

I was woken in the morning by my alarm clock rather than Charlie, but I found a note beside my bed.

Isabella,
I'm needed in Seattle for a week, the police chief there is on leave and there crime rate has doubled. The police here can manage without me, but I am needed over there. The house better be clean and my dinner better be ready when I get back. See you in a week.

Love Charlie.

This was going to be a good week. For once.