Disclaimer: Nope just checked Twilight's still Stephs...dang
Shorter and sadder than usual...let me know what you think
Bpov
I continued to stare at the ceiling above me bed. When I first moved in I had tacked up a Lord of the Rings poster above my bed, it still hung there. Spending time with Edward always made me feel happy. He had given me a gift, a rare and special one that only few people are really gifted at giving. Kindness, friend ship and forgiveness.
Something that I really needed, to remember.
I picked up my phone and rang one number that I have refused to call for three years.
In the faint distance I heard a tired, lonely voice, "Hello?"
"Hi dad."
"Bella?" He croaked out, "Is it really you?"
"Yes its me." "You sound so grown up and mature." I heard his faint accent and smiled, "Well it has been three years, a lot can happen in three years."
"It sure can. It sure can."
An hour later I hung up the phone, the clock now read 2 am.
I laid down remembering my haunted past.
My family was dysfunctional to say the very least. My mother and father never got married. I was what you would say a one night stand child. I was conceived by my mother a fifteen year old who had had sex with a twenty year old...my father Charlie Swan. Those were his irresponsible days, now he was all by the rules and a cop. My mother died giving birth to me and my father became an alcoholic and drug addict to kill the pain. I was left to him but soon moved in with my grandparents, who raised me while Charlie was in his idiotic phase.
The two things that scared me more than anything was alcohol and its effects on the human mind. Yes I drank on occasion. But I was too afraid, afraid of what would happen when it consumed me. As I grew up with my Grandparents, Charlie got his act together. He became a well respect police officer, and asked if I would move home. I was terrified of him. Not my loving father but the man he becomes with his greatest weakness. Once I was out of high school, I was gone. I still keep in touch with my Grandparents because they are the only real family I know. I haven't talked to my dad for three years...not since the incident....when I left.
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I was 17 and sitting at the dinner table preparing for my major test tomorrow. Dad was out late, later than usual I might add. He said he was going out with his cop buddies, I trusted him...he said he would never go back to his old ways.
That's when I heard the front door open and heard dad yell back, "Thanks Guys see you tomorrow." But it was not my fathers voice, it was His voice. The drunken, abusive man he became when he drank. Fear consumed me and I was shaking pretending to read, and praying to God for protection.
"Hello Isabella." My eyes slowly closed and my heart filled with dread. What was going to happen this time, a slap across the face? Thrown into the wall? Or worse?
He reached down to pet my head when I snapped, "Don't touch me." I recoiled back as I slammed out of my chair and backed up across the kitchen. It was now that I realized just how stupid that move really was. I was in for it now. He moved forwards and smacked me across the face, sending me sprawling into the counter ," How dare you talk to me like that!" He snarled and loaded for another hit, only this time I was prepared....I whipped out pot from the cupboard and smacked him in the head with it. He fell sprawling to the floor, I ran to the floor and dialed 911, "Hello? Yes I am the neighbor of Charlie Swan. Yes the police officer. He was hit over the head, and is in need of medical attention. Yes as quickly as you can. Thank you."
I ran upstairs and grabbed my already packed bags and ran down the steps. I started my red truck and spun out of the drive way. I drove straight to my Grandparents house never looking back. I made a vow to myself that I would never see nor speak to him again. As long as the devil still held onto him.
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I rubbed my cheek and wipped away the tears that fell. I never mentioned this to Edward, but the main reason I loved Lord of the Rings was because it was an escape, A world where anyone could conquer anything. Even the wickedness in their own blood.
Much shorter and serious chapter to day...but I think it adds to Bella's character. Also I got another reason for LOTR in there!!!!
Ok let me know what ya thought. More humor next chapter
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