Who Do I Wanna Be?
Chapter one: Too much of a nightmare
"GET UP" Charlie Swan yelled at his "daughter", Isabella. She winced as the pain shot up and down her spine, but slowly got up anyway. Charlie immediately pushed her back down, this time making her hit the stairs. She bit back a scream, but a single tear escaped rolling down her face. It had been 5 months since the Cullens left. 4 months since Harry Clearwater had died. 4 months since the abuse started. And 2 months since her best friend stopped talking to her.
"Whore" he yelled. His boot clad foot collided with her side, making her cry out.
Everything was spinning and the edges of her vision started to darken. The blood was pumping through her ears and between the banging of her heart; she couldn't make out what Charlie was saying. She sighed in relief when she noticed he wasn't there. But a blinding pain erupted in her broken arm when he picked her up and pushed her out the door, with a duffel bag of her stuff.
"Don't you dare come back" he then slammed the door shut.
A sob somehow escaped her throat as she practically crawled to her truck. Homeless, the word echoed in her mind. A small inkling of hope spread throughout her body.
"Freedom" she breathed out before starting her truck and carefully navigated down the very familiar road. She could hear that voice screaming at her to stop, to turn around, but she ignored it. Within seconds she was pulling up into the daunting white house. Suddenly, everything got blurry. Every ounce of pain she had felt within the last 4 months had increased, at least ten fold. She tried screaming for help but there was no one there. Suddenly her door opened and she could faintly hear a sharp gasp. When they gently tugged her arm, the pain increased, making her sob. Unfamiliar arms wrapped around her body, taking her from the car. They were talking to her but she couldn't make out what they were saying. The air quickly turned from cold to warm and she was placed on a something soft. The pain was slowly ebbing away, but she was too tired to care.
"Isabella…who did this to you" she heard someone ask. The voice was familiar but she couldn't place it. She didn't get to answer, because she fainted.
