I Won't Tell (if you don't)

Ch. 1

Bella's POV:

"What does that bitch want now?" I thought to myself as I sighed heavily and tied up my combat boots. "MOM, I'M GETTING READY FOR SCHOOL!" I called out to her. "YOU DON'T WANT ME TO BE LATE ON MY FIRST DAY OF SENIOR CLASSES, DO YOU?"

Although my nineteenth birthday was just three weeks away, I hadn't graduated high school yet much to my rebellious ways and lack of interest in learning.  All I wanted to do was race bike professionally like my dad.

My dad was my hero.  He was a professional bike racer and was considered one of the best in America.  Sadly, he died when I was just thirteen years old after crashing into a wall while going a hundred and sixty miles per hour.  My life seemed to go downhill ever since.  Not only did my mom start slapping me around and start drinking, on more than one occasion, she actually blamed me for my dad dying.  I never did understand why.

"BELLA! BELLA!" She called out again just as I grabbed my leather jacket off my bed and headed downstairs. "BELLA! I'm GOING... I'm going out now and I just wanted to wish you good luck on your first day of Senior Classes," She said as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Drunk again, Mom? Jesus fucking Christ, it's not even eight o'clock yet," I responded as I quickly walked past her and entered the kitchen. "Who are you gonna meet up with this time?"

"YOU WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH WHEN YOU TALK TO ME!" My mom yelled as she followed me into the kitchen. "IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHO I SEE WHEN I GO OUT!"

"Yeah, Mom, it is my business," I said as I poured myself a glass of Orange Juice. "One of these days someone's gonna find you dead in a ditch somewhere... And then what, huh? What am I supposed to fucking do if something..."

* SLAP! *

Before I knew it, my mom's hand connected with my face, knocking my head to one side, sending the glass of Orange Juice flying across the kitchen.

"Look what you made me do," My mom says as she put her hand over her mouth and started crying. That's what she always did after she slapped me. "Do you know everything I do just to put food on the table and clothes on your back?"

Everything or everyone," I replied, prompting my mom to raise her hand to hit me again. "Not this time, bitch," I said as I grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm down by her side. "You've hit me enough for one day. I'm outta here. I hope you're gone when I get the fuck home from school."

Refusing to let my mom see my cry, I grabbed my motorcycle helmet as I stormed out of the kitchen and made my way through the living room and out through the front door.  Go figure, it was just starting to rain as I sat on my Yamaha Bolt Cruiser.  It was the only thing my dad left me in his will.  Well, that and a half a million dollars in a trust fund.  Unfortunately for me, I couldn't access that until I graduated from high school.  I guess you can say that was enough motivation for me to finally commit to graduating so I could get as far away from my bitch of a mother as I could.

I was halfway to school when I stopped at a red light.  Just as it turned red again, some high maintenance bitch driving a red Ford Mustang with a ragtop flew right by me, right through a huge puddle, splashing water all me.  I was already soaked from head to toe because of the rain and now this.  Could you blame me for kicking my bike into overdrive and chasing her?  I would've caught up with her too if a stupid cab driver hadn't cut me off.

I arrived at school and found a parking spot before finally making my way inside.  The jocks were in a huddle on the stairs already talking about their first football game of the season.  The rich stuck-up girls were standing beside their lockers checking their makeup in some mirror they probably bought for half price at Walmart.  It was truly sickening how.