Twilight: Bonnie Cullen.

"It was always you"

I awakened to a fully dressed and school-ready Michael, dressed in a white shirt and black jeans, his hair still slighty dripping wet from his morning shower. He set his book bag gently and sat on my bed as I propped myself up on my elbows.

"Hey Squirt. How you feeling?" He smiled.

"Fine. Is he gone?" How I felt was the least of my worries, I just wanted to make sure he couldnt inflict any more pain.

"Yes, he is Bonnie. How are you really feeling?"

Considering I was only coming to my senses from wakening up, I realised that I felt a little better. Still in pain, but at least I could breath. I wondered could I walk half acceptably.

"Better." I sighed running a hand threw my tangled hair. "I can breath at least."

"Can you walk?"

"Lets find out." I suggested, swinging my legs in careful slightly painful movements, and placed my feet on the hard cold floor. I stared out my window, out into the rising sun guessing it was about 7am. Usually we dont get up to 7:30am, but he had promised to rise as soon as he left to help me dress. I stood up, refusing an arm michael reached out to me, knowing I had to try this alone.

Miraculously,  I could walk. Well... more of a hobble. But either way, the pain was bearable and If I downed a couple aspirin, id be able to make it threw the day.

"Good girl" Michael beamed. "Sit back down, keep your strength. Here, take two of these..." Michael reached into his book bag and retrieved a pack of painkillers and a bottle of water. "Bottoms up."

I sat back down and gladly took them. I tossed the water and pills back to him, and he stuffed them In his bag.

I had to sit straight, or else the pain was worse, so frankly I looked like a pole was up my ass, but I didnt care.

"You okay to get showered by yourself?"He asked.

"Sure" I half heartedly smiled. I think I was.

"okay." He smiled an stood up, slinging his bag on his back. "Ill go down and make eggs and bacon. be down in half an hour. Then well leave." He started towards the door and smiled at me. "Anything you need, just shout."

"Ill be down soon." I told him as he walked down stairs. I carefully leaned over my bed, and turned my lamp on, gently illuminating my room. I grabbed a towel and hobbled to the bathroom, careful not to make any sudden movements. The hot steamy water soothed my aching bones as I tried to clear my head of all the thought of my father. As I walked to my room, I peered at the clock In the hall, indicating I had twenty more minutes to get ready. I blow dried my hair and scraped it into its long, waist length pony tail and dug my makeup bag from my dresser. As I sat there, towel wrapped tightly around my damp body. I stared into the mirror at my bruised, slightly swollen face. I looked through the little makeup bag michael bought me for the previous christmas, thinking it was such a waste, that I should get rid of it considering I hate makeup. Thank god I didnt though,  it came in handy now that I had to cover my fathers abuse. Plus I wanted to look... different,  if I was going to see Edward again. Older.

After painting my face in a natural coat and applied mascara and a light layer of red lip stick, I pulled on a pair of dark denim skinny jeans, my red converse, a white tank top and my leather jacket. The more I stared at my face in the mirror, the more I noticed the bruises shining threw, so I took my hair down, wearing it around my face praying it covered the marks. I grabbed my denim backpack and headed downstairs, where I was greeted by the smell of bacon and eggs. I carefully sat down, even though I was in little pain and my brother set a filled plate in front of me.