Broken (Twilight Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

The bolt unlocked and Charlie came stumbling in. He pulled me out of the mattress, me half-asleep, and he gripped my arm tightly. He opened up the closet and threw clothes at me. I didn't notice as I was still in a daze and I slowly dressed myself when Charlie left the room. I picked up my bag, my mind a million miles away.

I was thinking about my dream last night. I was in the woods surrounding Forks, running away from something. No, I was running towards something. My legs were in control as my brain took in my surroundings. I ran for ages, trees hitting me as I squeezed between them.

I finally entered a clearing. It was enormous and a giant boulder was in the middle of it. On top of the boulder was a pale figure. The figure jumped off when it noticed me and I started to run to see if it was injured. But I stopped two metres before it as it stood up.

The figure walked gracefully towards me. The clouds up in the sky suddenly parted and revealed sunlight. The sunlight centre on the pale figure. The figure's skin glittered like thousands of diamonds were embedded into it and I gasped as I looked into his golden eyes. I blinked and the bronze-haired boy disappeared from my sight.

I felt fingers touch my bare neck and I stiffened, hearing a dark chuckle. I turned and the fingers never left my skin. I looked into Charlie's remorseless eyes, promising another belt strike. I screamed as he slapped me and shoved me to the ground. I looked up fearfully as he removed his belt and held his hand up before slashing down, pain exploding across my face...

I blinked out of my daze and I grimaced in fear as I heard Charlie shouting at me.

"Bella, get down here now!"

Scared, I walked down the stairs slowly, my side and back still hurting. I stiffened when I saw Charlie come out of the kitchen, gun in his hand. He glanced at me for a moment before shaking his head and stalking towards me.

"Tell anyone anything and it'll be the last thing you do." I nodded. This was a daily occurrence; he would warn me to not tell anyone and I won't get hurt more than usual.

Charlie sneered in my face before moving aside to tell me to go. I exited the house and felt tears roll down my cheeks as I walked to school. Two years ago I was just a normal kid who had two loving parents and a normal life. But that changed since my mother's death. Sometimes, I wish that I was the one to die instead of her. She had a reason to live, while I don't. She was a somebody, a wife, a person of the community. While I was a nobody. Just a daughter with an abusive father.

Father. Such a cruel thing to me. Charlie's supposed to look after me, treat me with love and care. And yet he does the complete opposite. He hurts me and doesn't care if I existed or not. He's lost his precious wife, his soul mate, and he's left with me, a daily reminder that she's dead.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice that I entered the school's car park until a silver Volvo beeps at me and brakes. I ignore it as I walked across the car park, in a daze. I walked to my first class, English.

I was there before the teacher and I sighed when I found the door unlock. I entered and sat in my seat at the back, looking out the window. It was starting to rain; I grimaced. If it continues to rain I will be drenched by the time I get home.

I miss my mother. She used to drive me to and back from school everyday and we would chat about my day. I never told her about Jessica and her gang of friends. It was only minor bullying back then, a few snide comments and names here and there. But it increased dramatically after my mother's death, about the same time as Charlie started to abuse me. I wanted to tell somebody about everything, but I had no one. I had no friends to confide in and if I told a adult they'll just send me off to a care home. I couldn't let that happen.