*This Chapter is not edited, so I am very sorry for any mistakes. The words were flowing, and I wanted to get it out to you as soon as possible, I know it has been a long wait, and I wasn’t planning on continuing this for a while yet, but here you go!*
Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You'll never see me fall from grace
Something takes a part of me...
Freak On A Leash: KORN
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Bella POV:
Ever since I was a little girl, I have dreaded when my eyes opened in the mornings. Lately the wish for death has become constant. I hated living here, I hated my mom for walking out on us when I was two, I hated my father for never taking the time to look around him, I hated myself for staying here and staying silent, but most of all I hated her.
Jade, just the thought of her made me sick to my stomach. She is my step mother, and has been since I was four.
All I remember about my childhood are the bad memories; I don’t think there was any peace. My mom walked out when I was two stating she was too much of a ‘free spirit’ to be tied down by a husband and a kid. My dad threw himself into work at the station, leaving me with the sitters until ungodly hours; sometimes I was there for days.
I think the shining light in my nightmare life happened when I started school and met Angela. We became fast friends and have been that way ever since. She knew what went on at home, and she always supported me.
Now that I was older it seemed it was getting worse at home, you would think the worst would happen when you are younger, more vulnerable, but not in my case. I think Jade thought she had me worn down enough now, submissive to her will, that I was just an easy target.
Truth be told I was.
I glanced over at my alarm, I still had twenty minutes before it was set to go off, but I decided I would get up and ready now. Maybe I could leave before she came down stairs.
I was trying to hurry as I quickly got in the shower, not even bothering to wait for the water to get warm. The cool water felt good on my bruised back. The bruises I earned two days ago for not finishing my chores on time.
I wanted to stay in the shower longer, but I was in a hurry. I got out and ran back to my room. I grabbed the first things my hands landed on in my closet, not even bothering to look at them. I slipped my shoes on as I grabbed my book bag and headed down the stairs.
Entering the kitchen I was surprised to see Charlie frying eggs at the stove.
“Good morning dad.” I said as I looked around for her.
“Morning, what are doing up and down here so early?”
