Never Thought

Chapter 1

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It's not fair. It's not fair that he lets his rage take over, that he lets it rule him. I don't know why he has to let it rule him. I don't know why he has to be two people.

I don't know why he gets to be two people, and I only get to be me, the one who is here to take what he has to give, and who is here to pick pu the pieces afterward.
- Amanda Grace, But I Love Him

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Beep beep beep beep beep

The annoying sound of the alarm clock blares through my ears causing me to bang my hand on the clock filling my room once again with peaceful silence, for it only to last a few moments before I hear the creaking of the stairs, and then a loud bang on my door causing me to jump awake.
" ISABELLA MAYER BILL! where the hell is my breakfast?"
groaning I rolled over checking the time on the clock.
"SHIT!" I hissed throwing the duvet off me and sliding of my bed.
It was 6:30am and I woke up half and hour late. I knew I was in for another round of beating, even though I wasnt sure if my body will be able to take it after last night. I slowly stood up from my bed and made my way towards the door ignoring the aching pain of my ribs and legs as I opened the door slowly, fear consumed me of what might happen to me if I open the door and if dont open it. either way I was in for a beating.
'lets just get this over with' i thought as i gripped the door knob and shakily opened the door preparing myself for the worst.
as soon as the door opened I was grabbed by my hair and pulled out of my room
"what took you so long to open the damn door and why isnt my breakfast made? dont you know I hate it when I dont get my food on time?" he screamed at me as veins started to buldge from his neck.
"I...Ummm... I...i'm sorry I over slept i'll make you-u your-r breakfast right away father" I stuttered over my words.
yes! me isabella was too scared of my own father. I was too scared of what he might be capable off. he wasnt always like this; things were always different. we once used to be a happy family. my mother was the back bone of this family and my father was always known as a man who never once raised his voice at anyone let alone beat them up, I also had a brother, Adam, he was 19 year old, he use to be my best friend who I could share anything with but he ran away after my moms death he couldn't handle the beating and so he left me to fend with our father myself. he was too much of a coward to stand upto him or even try to save his own sister. when things got difficult he just up and left I haven't heard from him since then, its almost been a year.
anyways my father always treated be like his little princess who he was over protective off , but all this changed that day, the day which took my mother and my father away from me. The day my mother died and the day my father changed. He would come home drunk almost every night and beat me up for his own enjoyment he blames me for my mother's death, hell even i blame myself for her death, If it wasnt for me she would still be here with us and we would still be a happy family.
Too consumed in my thoughts I didnt notice a rough hand that landed on my cheek busting by lip open in an instant making me groan and wimper in pain as I fell on the floor with a thud
"Thats what you get for over sleeping you bitch! thanks to you i'll have to go without any breakfast, you worthless piece of shit" he spat at me making his way towards the door as he opened up the door I heard him shout at me
"I want all the house clean and all the boxes unwrapped by the time I come home and ofcourse make sure the dinner's ready on time" and with that he slammed the door and made his way out.
we had just moved from California to newyork beacuse my neighbours back in oakland found out about my father's abuse to me and before they could call the police my father made us pack and leave. So here I was in new york in my new house who knws for how long.

with a sigh I carefully stood up making sure not to put too much pressure on my right leg as I shakily tired to grab something to lean on. Finally getting a hold of the railing on the stairs I stood up and slowly made my way towards the bathroom for a nice hot shower to relax my aching muscles and to get ready for the hell whole which people like to call high school.
Once out of the shower I grabbed a matching pair of bras and panties along with my sky blue jeans which were faded from the knees showing the colour white and a plain black long sleeves shirt under my baggy off-white colour sweater with a cartoon of a little girl on top. Making my way towards my dressing I applied some makeup not too much but enough to hide the bruise on my cheek. After putting my brunette hair in a neat pony tail I grabbed my bracelets to hide the scars on my wrist along with my bag and scarf as I made my way out of the house in the cold breeze determined to past the last year of school remaining as invisible as I could.
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Arriving at school gate I scanned my surroundings and groaned loudly when I realised I was late on the first day of my school.
'Great! this is just fan-fucking-tastic'
walking through the empty parking lot I made my way towards the main office
"Umm.. hi" I mumbled trying to catch the attention of the blonde women, in her mid thirties, who was typing furiously on her computer with a frown attached to her face.
"Ohh.. hi honey what can I help you with?" she asked turning to me with a sweet genuine smile on her face
"Umm.. my name is Isabella Bill I just transferred here, I was wondering if you could give me my schedule and all the other important stuff."
"Ofcourse darling, just give me a moment and i'll get all your stuff out"
she stood up and patted the invisible wrinkles on her pencil skirt walking towards a large cupboard, pulling some papers out and then came and sat back down.
"Here you go honey, this is your schedule and and there is a map of the school at the back of it and this paper here contains your locker number some school rules, If u have any questions dont hesitate to come and ask me. Just sign here as your late and i'll write you a slip."
Mumbling a quick thanks I signed my name on the paper, taking the slip I headed outside the office, to busy in adjusting my bag and papers in my hand I didn't look where I was walking till I bumped into something hard and fell on the floor causing sharp pain to shoot through my left hip bone making me scream a little.

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