|Scarred and Scared
Author: JustThatGirl97 PM
Edward left thinking it would be best for her. But what if it wasn't? What if when Bella left, Charlie got abusive? When the Cullen's return, can they save Bella from her living hell? Or is it too late?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Tragedy - Charlie S. & Bella - Chapters: 22 - Words: 16,773 - Reviews: 476 - Favs: 316 - Follows: 174 - Updated: 02-04-10 - Published: 03-02-09 - Status: Complete - id: 4897487
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"You…don't…want me?" I asked Edward brokenly.
"No." he replied coldly.
Beep Beep, Beep beep
The alarm clock went off and you roll over to turn it off. As I did this I felt sharp pain in my ribs where Charlie kicked me last night. I got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. I gasped when I saw my reflection in the mirror.
Look at yourself Bella
I haven't been the same since Edward left. I was broken, and that's when Charlie began to abuse me. He left me to face this. I looked at the glistening purple bruises on my cheek, people were bound to notice these, but I could always tell them I am overly clumsy nowadays. It seemed to work. I got changed into a baggy pair of trousers and a black hoodie. I creep downstairs, looking around for Charlie, he wasn't here. I grabbed a breakfast bar and walked to school. Charlie took my truck away a long time ago. It was raining, as usual, so I pulled my hood up and continued to walk. It was a miles walk to school and with your multiple bruises, you normally walk in pain. I arrived at school and gasped. A too familiar silver Volvo was parked in the spot were…they…. normally parked.
Oh god no! Not now! Not when I'm like this
I walk into biology class, looking down and sit in your normal seat. I looked up to see a pair of golden eyes fixated at me. It was him. The guy that broke my heart six months ago. The guy that left me to be abused. The guy that was now going to have to sit next to me.
"Mr Banner?" you call weakly.
"I'm feeling a little sick, can I please be excused?" It was easy to be sick when I wanted to now, I always looked it. I was bruised and skinny, only weighing 5 and a half stone. I ran out of the classroom too the fields and fall down, sobbing into the ground. I punched the ground until my hands were throbbing with pain, the ground seemed the only person I was able to have a fair fight with. Time began to pass by slowly; I don't know how long it has been. Maybe minutes, or hours, later I heard footsteps approaching. I curled into the fetal position, protecting myself. I let out one last, painful sob before then person called,
"Bella?" he called, sounding half strangled. I opened my eyes, only to see my so-called angel kneeling over me. He lifted me up so I was sitting. He stroked my cheek, I winced away in pain, and everything hurt right now; my head, body and most importantly my heart. My broken, crumpled heart. It only smashed more when I looked into his eyes. I blinked as if I was dreaming. But when I did this, traitor tears came out.
"Bella, what happened? Who did this to you?" Edward demanded, full of worry and pain. I gave him the best glare I could manage.
"Why do you even care?" I muttered. I got up and started to limp to the car park. But before you even looked up, Edward was in front of you with his hands on your shoulders firmly. I whimpered in pain, he let go immediately.
"It hurts there too? How badly injured are you?!" he demanded again. I winced, he sounded angry, and it reminded me of Charlie.
"I'm fine, I just…fell over. You know how clumsy I am." I whispered to him, he growled quietly.
"That's a lie Bella and we both know it. That looks like a full blown assault. I thought you would have been more protected with Charlie around" he shouted. I walk around him and limp faster to the car park.
"I don't even know why you care, Edward. You LEFT me. And this is the consequences." I shouted back at him. He grabbed my arm and spun me around. I screamed in pain and fell down. I held my arm in my other hand.
"Please. Please don't touch me. Just go, I need you go to." I sobbed, looking down. I was kneeling in front of him.
"Over my pile of ashes Bella, you are hurt! I can't even pull you to face me without you screaming for mercy! We need to go see a doctor!" he begged. I shook my head violently, if anyone saw my body, they would know. And if they knew, Charlie would kill me.
"I have said this already but I'm so confused! Why. Do. You. Care. I was much worse then this when YOU left me in the forest, heartbroken. I wanted to DIE then. A few bruises and a sprained arm I can handle. You broke me, Edward. So just please let me go." I whispered to him. He nodded back weakly, a dead look in his eyes.
"What happened to your car?" he said in a dead – but worried – voice.
"It broke down, I am saving for a new one." I whispered again, knowing he would still here me. Edward winced, and just like magic, it started raining. I pulled up my hood again and walked home. I crept into the house, hoping Charlie wouldn't hear me.
"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN!! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Charlie shouted at the top of his lungs. I bit my lip; it was going to be a long, painful night.
"Sorry Charlie, I had an um biology test to study for…" I trail off, ashamed of my lame excuse. Charlie comes up to me and punches your nose, it makes a crunching sound. I held back my cry and just whimpered.
"GO AND MAKE MY DINNER YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He screams into your face, I nod weakly, turn towards the kitchen and cook his dinner. Charlie takes and bite and stops chewing. He throws the plate at my face. I scream this time and look down, there is blood dripping on your top.
"THAT WAS DISGUSTING! STUFF YOUR FOOD FOR TONIGHT! I AM GOING TO THE DINER AND I EXPECT THIS HOUSE TO BE IN PERFECT CONDITION WHEN I RETURN OK?!" I nod again and Charlie leaves. I slump down and sob into my knees. I crawl across the floor and pick up the pieces of china that was on the floor. I put them into the bin and mop the floor of my blood. My nose wrinkles and the feeling of nausea appears when I smelt the blood. Once I was finished I tidied every inch of the house and went to my room. I ran to my draw and got out my duck-tape. I taped the windows shut.
He wasn't going to come tonight or any other night. No matter how much I wanted my angel back to protect me. He left. He doesn't want me. This is my life now. My hell-hole of a life.