❝𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞.❞
Tallulah Delacruz is a girl with a dream. The dream of becoming a prima ballerina. But her dreams are crushed when her parents force her to move to Forks, Washington.
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𝙵 𝙾 𝚄 𝚁
I STAND BESIDE BELLA AND MIKE INTRODUCES US TO THE TEACHER. "Mr. Molina." Mike says as we walk in and the teacher looks at him. "Hey Mike." He replies and Mike goes over to his seat. "Oh, yes. Miss Swan and Miss Delacruz." Mr. Molina says and I watch Bella look at Edward.
She stands in front of the fan and Edward rushes to cover his nose, looking like he's about to throw up. I frown and look at Bella. She glances at me and gives me a look. "Hi, welcome to the class. Here, here's your stuff., okay? Miss Swan, you can sit beside Mr. Cullen and Miss Delacruz you can sit beside Mr. Hale." I nod and take the books from his hands.
"Do I smell?" Bella whispers to me and I shake my head. "No, I don't know what his deal is though." I say to her and she nods. I look over at the blonde boy at the table behind his brother's and sit down beside him.
"Hi, I'm Tallulah, it's nice to meet you." I say to him with a polite smile. He gives me a nod before looking at the board. "Jasper." He says and I smile. "Alright guys, today we are gonna be observing the behaviour of planaria, aka flatworms." I look at the table infront of me and Edward still holds his nose.
"Damn, he's weird." I mutter under my breath and Jasper glances at me before letting out a chuckle. "Is he okay? Why is he staring at her like that?" I blink slightly and look at Jasper. "He's intense, always have been." He says and I can hear a southern accent poking through.
"I don't think that's a good thing." I chuckle out and he slides over one of the two slides to me.
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I've been dreading coming home the second the bell rang. My car pulls up to the house and I see another car in the driveway. My parents are home. I let out a shaky breath and park my black car. I undo my seat belt and grab my bag and keys before stepping outside and locking the car.
My heart beats quickly and I'm reminded of what I did to my father last night. Of what I am. I don't know. But I'm something. I'm not normal. It isn't normal to blast your father away in an explosion of red mist.
I unlock the house door and push it open. My heart beats uncontrollably beneath my chest and I step inside. My parents sit on the sofa and turn to me as I walk inside. "Tallulah, we need to talk." My mother says and I nod.
"Of course mother, but please, allow me to place my things into my room." She nods her head and I walk to my room. My heart pounds quickly and I close the door. I put my bag on the floor and look to see if the windows will open.
I quickly do it, taking no more than ten seconds before rushing back over to my door. If I take too long they'll know. I open my door and step out. "What is it you wish to talk about mother?" I ask and sit myself down on the sofa. My father has his hands behind his back and he gazes at me.
My mother sighs. "What you did last night was irresponsible. You dare to lay hands on your father again and you will be harmed beyond repair. Do you understand?" She says to me sternly and I nod my head. "Of course mother, may I be excused?" I don't wait for a response and stand up.
"Not so fast." My father says and I turn around to face him. He moves from his chair and glares at me. He shifts his hands from behind his back and I gasp.
My father stalks over to me, a belt in his hand. I stagger backwards, eyes wide in fear. "How dare you do that to me! Your own father!" He slashes his arm downwards quickly and the belt hits me harshly. It's sting kisses my cheek and he hits me again, and again, and again.
It's excruciating. It burns and I let out sobs. Stop! Stop it! Don't touch me! Don't hurt me! PLEASE! I'm hit to the ground, crawled into a ball on the floor. He kicks me. The hard leather of his pointed shoes dig into my stomach. I sob. Warm tears run down my face and mix with my blood.
I'm shaking. Writhing in pain. Yet he doesn't stop. "...sᴛᴏᴘ ɪᴛ..." my voice is quiet and raspy. "...stop. D-Don't touch me." I stutter out and try to push myself to stand. With a swift kick, I'm thrown back into the ground. I cough, and blood splatters onto the floor.
My hands touch the floor and I stare at them. Begging them to turn a crimson and save me. But they don't. I have to save myself. "Don't touch me." I say again and cough again. More blood spills from my lips. "What did you say to me?" He asks, his voice stern and demanding.
"I said, don't touch me!" I push myself from the floor, shakily and push him backwards. He lets out a small growl and my body shakes. My mind is swirling and my eyes blur.
He goes to hit me again and this time, I raise my fist and;
Hit Him Across The Face.
He glares at me and wipes my blood from his cheek. "You evil bitch!" He screams out and lunges at me. My hands go to protect my face and I squeeze my eyes shut. I don't feel anything. No impact.
I slowly open my eyes and see my hands have formed red energy and the belt is stuck in between them. My father grunts and he tries to push free. "Don't touch me ever again!" I push my arms forward and he flies backwards, sliding across the floor.
I run to my room. Ignoring the roar of my name through the house. I close my door and lock it before collapsing onto the floor, sobbing. I'm in pain. So much pain. My stomach is agonising and I stare at myself in the mirror.
A deep cash goes across my cheek and blood stains at the roots of my hair. I pull my jumper over my head and my white vest is stained scarlet. Deep gashes cover my arms and I slip off my vest, leaving me in my bra. I pull off my jeans and stare at my body.
My originally pale skin is now stained a sickly red. My stomach is red with blood and a black bruise is scattered along the side of it. There are small circles from my father's shoes which have turned my stomach a purple.
My thighs are red and blood drips down them. My mind woozes and I collapse to the floor. Stars litter my vision and darkness greats me with open arms.
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A/N- I want to give another trigger warning. This fanfic is filled with mentions of abuse, eating disorders, and self harm.
The main character does get the help she needs, but not at the moment so there will be descriptions of those topics.
Some people might think it's unnecessary for me to include this into my fic but I want to bring awareness to these topics and show how it can affect someone.
In all of my fanfiction the main character has some sort of problem/illness, whether it be mental distress or even hallucinations.
I understand that some people are sensitive to these topics so feel free to message me regarding anything in my books if they have affected you, or if you need to talk about anything in general.
