Okay, since my computerr crashed I had to rewrite this whole thing and the comuter I'm using doesn't have spell check & I cant go over it myself unless you want this update to be even later, so, sorry and I hope you like it(:

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What is wrong with me, I cannot fight now
I feel like a weak link, Push it back inside
It feels bad to be alone
Crying by yourself, living in a broken home
How could I tell it so y'all could feel it
Depression strikes me hard like my old earth would tell it
To me, her son, she told me I'm the one
Pain bottled up about to blow like a gun
Stories that I tell are nonfiction
And you can't take it back casue it's already done
Broken home

Papa Roach, Broken Home .

There was a pain, and aching, stinging pain. It was everywere, drowning me, burning me, consuming me. My eye lids fluttered open but all I saw was black. I wasn't with my body anymore, and as I tried to get back I could feel more pain and could see more fog, though I much perfered the blackness and nothingness I kept reaching for my mind. There was another pain, a smash, a shout.

"Come back Isabella..." A faceless voice called, "Its no fun without you..." He whispered. More pain, then, for a minute, I felt light and free; as if I was floating, then a crash, and more pain. I could feel my body again, the pain, each bruise, each cut, each trickle of blood.

"Fine!" He yelled at the top of his lungs; his voice rough and grimy. I could feel my fingertips brushing at the edge of conciousness; trying to regain my own body. There was a stinging pain in my cheek and I felt the vibrations of James's feet stomping away. My eyelids fluttered once again, but this time I wasn't trapped in the confounds of my mind, there wasn't much light but whatever was left of it blinded me momentarily. I tried to move but I almost yelped out in pain. Ever so carefully I streached my finger tips, my toes, hands, feet, arms, legs, so on and so forth. I limply made my way to the restroom, I scubbed every visable spot on my body, removed any shards of glass, and stitched every cut.

Slowly, but surely, I looked into the mirror. I had dark bags beneath my eyes and a bruise on my cheek. Its was faint but easily visable as it contrasted with the paleness of my skin. I sighed, heading out of the bathroom only to loose my footing and fall flat on my face and hiss out in pain. I peeled myself off the floor and made my way back to the living room to clean up the mess. After that was said and done I hurried to my room, falling down on my bed and letting the blackness invade my mind where peaceful dreams used to take place.

I was torn from the blackness by a tapping on my shoulder, I cowered away and covered my face in protection.

"Bella! It's just me..." Victoria pulled me into her arms, "It's just me..."

She rocked me back and forth as I gasped in pain. Slowly she pulled away from my shaking frame to look at me.

"Oh my..." Her fingers slowly traced over the hand shaped bruise on my cheek. She looked at me with guilt and pity and I yanked my self out of her arms.

"Bells... If i had know-" I cut her off.

"What Vicky? What could you have done? Just get us both hurt twice as much?" I asked her, annoyed, I knew she wanted to help, but we both knew there was no saving me.

"Bella! I do what I can and you know that!" She said back, shocked that I would be angry with her.

"I'm know Vic, but honestly; there's nothing you can do and we both know it." I said back, keeping my voice calm.

"Well what would you like me to do?" She shouted, "Just pretend everything is fine? Act like were the perfect little fucking family?" She shouted at me.

"It's not like you haven't done it before." I muttered coldly.

"Well then I'm sorry I fucking care Isabella!" She shouted again, but I kept calm.

"You care? Like you cared in the begging, when you let him beat me because it made him happy? Just so you could have your precious little James and pretend your life was perfect?" I said back, keeping my voice at monotone.

"God dammit Bella! I tried to stop it!" She yelled, tears gathering in her eyes.

"When? Hmm, after you realized it wasn't only me he was going after? God Victoria, you're no better than her." I said, my voice barely audible, I didn't want to compare her to my own mother, but I couldn't control my own words anymore.

Her eyes widened in shock, then her face was blank, "Well... No wonder she didn't want you; didn't love you, who could when you act like every one on this god damn planet is against you?" She screamed in my face. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Slowly we both took in our own and each others words, my face stayed emotionless and her eyes widened in horror. Her hand clamped over mouth as she shook her head in shock.

I pushed past her and made my way to the rest room without another word. I grabbed my cover up and hid the bruise on my face, then the bags under my eyes. I went back to my room to see Victoria never moved, I gently took of my torn up and bloody shirt then replaced it with a long sleeved thermal, and made my way out of the house, grabbing my book, Weathering Heights. I made my way to thee old dock, school forgotten. As I made my way down to then end of the dock, I took a deep breathe of the salty lake water, I listened to the birds chirping and the light creeks of the wooden boards and my feet patted across them.

Slowly I took a seat at the edge of the dock, taking off my old worn out converse and my socks, lying them beside me and letting the tips of my toes skim across the top of the cold water. I opened my book to a random page and began to read.

I stayed like that for quite some time, I just reading, my feet swaying, and the tips of my toes gently skimming over to water. I always loved doing that, it always felt as if I was floating, walking on water even.

"Come on Isa! Hurry before the water gets to low!" Riley laughed as we ran to the dock hand in hand.

I laughed carefree, and i knew my eyes had a new shine to then. I glance over that Riley to see that his eyes showed just as much happiness as mine. As we made our way to the dock our pace slowed to a jog. We took a seat at the very end, the water rather high, just high enough to drown our toes. We took of our socks and shoes, lying them behind us letting our toes fall in the water, swaying our feet back and forth, making gentle waves in the salty lake water. He twinded his fingers with mine as we giggled and splashed the water around. I lied my head down on his shoulder and sighed contently. He was always there for me, to wipe away my tears, get rid of all my fears, and hold my hand through all of these years.

"ISABELLA!" I hear my mother yell and I jumped up imediantly, Riley quickly followed and stood slightly in front of me and the tears gathered in my eyes. Renee stomped over, pushing Riley out of her way and grabbing my wrist so hard that she cut off circulation, she got down at eye level with me and screamed in my face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you little brat?" I glanced at Riley slowly getting up off the floor, tears rolling down his face. Renee's boney hands gripped my upper arms tightly and shook my small frame hard.

"I fucking told you to come straight home you little bitch!" She screamed again, her hand connecting with my face, if she didn't still have a hold on me, I would have fallen in the water. I kept my mouth shut and so did Riley, we both knew if we uttered a single word, it would just make it worse. Her hands finally let go of my arms, bruises already taking their place. Her hand tangled in the hair at nape of my neck as she she stormed away from the dock. I looked at Riley's shaking from and Renee dragged me away. I felt the tears rolling down my eyes as I saw how broken he looked. His knees were shaking as he stared at me in horror, knowing there was nothing he could do.

Tears gathered in my eyes as I remembered that day. I looked at my watch and realized i was about time to go head back home. When I was about half way back rain stared to drizzle down and I huffed; annoyed. I hurried my footing trying to get home before I caught a cold. I though back to my fight with Victoria, and I imediantly felt horrible. I knew I had to apolagize so I started running. As soon as I stepped foot into the house I was swooped up into a pair of arms. I hugged the person back right away; knowing it was Vic.

"I'm so sorry!" We both said at the same time, then started laughing. I burried my head into the crook of her neck and beathed in her sent. Slowly we pulled back and chuckled, we both probably looked a mess but it didn't matter at that point. I sighed and we both made our way to my room.

"Are we cool?" She chucked.

"Like the other side of the pillow." I said giving her a wink.

"Good," She smiled, "I felt horrid after what I said."

"Same here, Vicky."

"So! How about we go watch song chick flick and pig out on candy like normal girls?" She laughed.

I groaned, "A chick flick? Really?"

"Horror?" She sugested.

"Now you're talkin'!" I chuckled, "I'll get the food, you get the movie?"

"Yeah." She agreed, we both jumped off my bed and made our way out to the living room. I started gather junk food as she called out movie names.

"The Human Centipeed?" She questioned.

"Ew!" We both laughed a little before she contiuned.

"Hm, The Grudge?" She asked

"Blehh."

"The Ring?"

"Nope." I said, Walking into the living room, arms full of calories.

"Gosh, so picky," She laughed, "The Ward?"

"Sure, I guess, I haven't seen that one."

"Okie doke." She said, putting the disc in the DVD player. She plopped down on the couch next to me "James won't me home till about three tomorrow morning." She said as she pressed play.

"Cool." I sat down next to her as opened a bag of chips, covering us with a blanket.

When the movie was over and we finished screaming like crazy we cleaned up hand headed back to our rooms to sleep for the night.

My eyes fluttered open when I heard a knock on my door. Slowly I pulled mysekf from my bed and walked over, opening it to see James.

"Isabella."

"Yes, James?"

"No school today, alright?" He muttered, trying to make it sound like he cared.

"May I ask why?"

"Your cheek." He murmured as walked out the front door for work. I waited until I herd his truck pull away before I went to wake up Vicky.

"Hey," I said, gently shaking her, "I'm heading out, James said no school today."

"Alright." She said, rolling over. I chuckled and wrote her a note just in case before I put on cover-up, grabbed my book and headed out. When I got there I took my seat, removed my converse and socks, lying them beside me, and letting my toes skim the water like every other time. I opened my book once again to a random page and quickly became engrossed into the book. did not know how logn I had sat there, just reading, but at some point i began to ready aloud.

"Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not THERE - not in heaven - not perished - where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer - I repeat it till my tongue stiffens-" I quoted Heathcliff only to be interuped, yet I didn't jump like I usualy would, nor did I run or scream, the voice that quoted my favorite book did make me panic, yet brought me peace all the same.

" Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest so long as I live on! I killed you. Haunt me, then! Haunt your murderer! I know that ghosts have wandered on the Earth. Be with me always. Take any form, drive me mad, only do not leave me in this dark alone where I cannot find you. I cannot live without my life! I cannot die without my soul." He finished my quote and I smiled. I heard his feet padding down thee dock towards me, yet I stayed planted where I was, and I read on.

"He dashed his head against the knotted trunk; and, lifting up his eyes, howled, not like a man, but like a savage beast being goaded to death with knives and spears." I felt him stading behind me, not being able to see someone would usually drive me mad, but I just kept on reading, "I observed several splashes of blood about the bark of the tree, and his hand and forehead were both stained; probably the scene I witnessed was a repetition of others acted during the night. It hardly moved my compassion - it appalled me: still, I felt reluctant to quit him so." He sat beside me, and once again I stayed where I was, and kept on reading, "But the moment he recollected himself enough to notice me watching, he thundered a command for me to go, and I obeyed. He was beyond my skill to quiet or console!" I finished the paragraph and looked up to see a pair of lapis lazuli eyes staring at me in wonder.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned.

"I could ask you the same thing." He said back.

"You could, but you wouldn't recieve an answer." I replied.

"Why is that." He asked.

"Because."

"You only say that because you have no reason." He said.

"Says you."

"Yet you don't deny it." I rolled my eyes.

"Will you answer?" I aksed.

"Will you?"

"No."

"I figured you would be here," He took the book from my hands, "Do you own another book?"

"Why does it matter?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him.

He just shrugged, "Do you like poetry?"

"Depends."

"On what?" He questioned, eyes still roaming threw the pages of my book.

I looked forward, towards the waters, "Stuff."

"Nice answer, could I have a real one." My brain screamed at me to leave, but my body acted as if the words were foreign.

"Do you like poetry?" I mimicked.

"Sometimes." He muttered, still skimming threw my book.

"When?" He chuckled, handing my book back and grabbing his book bag.

He shrugged again, "Who knows." He pulled out a book, opening it slowly.

"When do you plan of running off?" He questioned, looking for a specific page in his book.

"When I believe its nasisary." I said, slightly offended, he just chuckled.

"My Sorrow, when she's here with me,

Thinks these dark days of autumn rain

Are beutiful as days can be;

She loves the bare, the withered tree;

She walks the sodden pasture lane." He quoted Robert Frost and I smiled at his choice of poems, it was one of my favorites.

"Her pleasure will not let me stay.

She talks and I am fain to list:

She's glad the birds are gone away,

She's glad her simple worsted grey

Is silver now with clinging mist." He continued, he did not look at me once as he read but I knew he could tell I was smiling.

"The desolate, deserted trees,

The faded earth, the heavy sky,

The beauties she so truly sees,

She thinks I have no eye for these,

And vexes me for reason why." He looked at me now, his smile matching mine.

"Not yesterday I learned to know

The love of bare November days

Before the coming of the snow,

But it were vain to tell her so,

And they are better for her praise." I finished, he smiled.

"So you do like poetry."

"Frost is one of my favorites."

He placed the book in my hands, "I got it for you, I'm glad you like him. I thought I was going to look like a fool handing you this." He laughed.

"Oh no! I-I couldn't-" He cut me off.

"Please." He looked at me with pleading eyes.

"I can't repay you." I said sadly.

"You don't have to." He smiled, "Please Bellerina."

I sighed, "Fine, were did you get it?" I asked, thinking of what I could do to repay him for suck a lovely gift.

"My mother, it was one of her favorites." He said smiling.

"I can't take this." I said, pushing the book back to him.

"Please, I want you to have it." He pushed the book back and I sighed.

"Won't your mother mind?" I asked, he just smiled.

"No, she passed when I was a child. Esme adopted me and my sister shortly after." My eyes went wind and I went to protest.

"Bellerina." He said sternly, I stopped and cluchted to book to my chest.

"What was she like?" I asked.

"She was lovely, had that Southern charm," He chuckled, "I don't remember much though, I was just a kid when she passed away."

He looked sad and slightly ashamed that he couldn't remember her perfectly but then he smiled.

"Everyday she would make homemade cookies," He smiled, "She always smelt of honey and almonds..."

I smiled with him, wondering what it would be like to have a mother like that.

"What is your mother like?" He asked, staring at me, my smile dropped.

"Shes dead." I said grimly; purely from the memory of her, not the fact that she was now gone.

"Do you miss her?" He asked, I never put much thought to that question until now...

"You can't miss what you never had."

So there it is! hope you guys like it, ill make a deal, if i get more reviews ill make the chapters longer! R&R

Scritto con amore ,

-Isabel P