Welcome to my Life
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
Welcome to my life. I am Isabella Swan, resident of forks, and quite the mental nutcase. Seriously. My parents divorced when I was still young, five or six, I think. It all went downhill from there.
I got in my rusty, old, beat up red truck and went to school again, to do the same things over and over again. It's so monotonous, don't you think? I hate school; actually, I hate people in general. I am not home when I can help it, because when I am, Charlie beats me. I think I stopped calling him dad four or five years ago, nobody deserves to be called dad who causes so much pain, but I have no where else to go, so I just stay away from home all of the time
I parked my truck in the school parking lot, and looked at all of the cars in the student parking lot, it gave me a rough idea how many people I'd have to knock senseless to get to class within five minutes, give or take, of the bell. Only a newer silver Volvo sat in the parking lot. I've never seen that car before, must be the new kids that all of Forks was expecting. How boring, I wonder how many of them will be my new enemies. I'll bet what I have left of my pay-check it'll be most of them. I hope that most of them are guys, girls like to fight dirty, and I don't think that I want to have to force anymore 'Lauren's' to go to facial reconstruction for their head games.
I made my way to my locker and took out everything that I would need. Just a pen and paper to appease to the teachers so they'd get off of my back. After I got my things, I went into the basement, and entered the abandoned left-hand wing at the rear of the school. It was always abandoned due to the deteriorated state of the walls and floor, but I hid out here because no one bothered me. When I got down there, and went to my spot at the end of the hall, I saw a rather large group of older kids too close for comfort to where I hid out.
"What the hell? You guys new around here?"
"Yeah, and?" an older and burly one boomed.
"This is my area, everyone knows that." I turned around and walked back the way that I came and exited the building. As I set a foot outside the doorway, the bell rang above me.
"Saved by the bell." I muttered, and headed off to the only class that I actually half liked. Grade 10 science, more the Biological aspects, though.
When I got to the bio lab, though, one of the new students was sitting beside the chair that I always occupied.
"What's with these people, are they stalking me?" I muttered under my breath, but on my way to my seat, and as I muttered these words, I swore I saw the bronze-haired boy look to me and chuckle, as if he heard what I said. I sat down in my seat uncomfortably.
"Why are you sitting here, I thought that by now you would be surrounded by the many shallow bitch piranhas that hunt these school grounds."
"Oddly enough, you are the only one to come close to us. Everyone seems to shy away from us when they get close."
"I don't see why they would; maybe they think that your family is going to actually stand up to them, like I do."
"No one else does?" he asked confused.
"It doesn't seem that way. Just watch your backs." I suggested. He chuckled at my suggestion.
"We shouldn't have a problem with that." He assured me, and it seemed as if I was missing an insider joke.
Class started, and ended. The day went by slowly, and so did the week. At lunch, which I skip, instead of hiding in my now popular hallway, I escaped outside and wandered into the forest. I don't think that I could have withstood another one of the Cullen's sideways and interested stares.
I don't care. I don't want friends; they just make life messy, especially in my current circumstances with Charlie.
I was feeling quite tired from avoiding the Cullens all week, so I decided to go right home.
I barely got through the door and Charlie came up to me and hit me in the face.
"What was that for, you son of a bitch?" I demanded.
"For being so much like your mother that neither of us wants you!" I looked in his hands, and behold, instead of the usual beer, he had stronger liquors.
"I hate you so much, and I wouldn't be here if I had any other option. I just want to sleep, I'm tired." I tried to get past him to get to the stairs, but he blocked me and hit me with the liquor bottle.
"Tired from doing nothing, or the relationships you break up from doing all of the girl's boyfriends?! I hear the rumours, and they aren't pretty."
"I don't care what those piranhas think."
"I believe them. And the newest thing is the Edward Cullen scandal, as I hear it. You don't want anyone happy, since he doesn't even want to look at you, and you beat up every girl that goes close to him."
"You know it's fucking untrue. But since they are spreading false rumours, you might want to have the CB nearby, because you are going to get a lot more murder calls in the forks region, all females in Forks High School."
I stormed out the door before he could get a word in edgewise, and kept walking, trying to avoid slipping into the temptations that urged me to follow through with my threat to Charlie, but I kept walking on the long road to Port Angels, which took a few hours, at the least, by car.
The day never gets any worse than that when you always think it can't get any more hellish, can it? It's at that exact point that it always does get worse, and for me, when it rains, it not only pours, it's thundering and lightning too.
And it started pouring cold, harsh rain in my face, soaking my clothing through, but I still kept going. The thunder that rumbled in my ears and the lightning that lit my glossy, wet road on the way only fuelled my fire.
My lighthouse for my darkest period of the night showed up, to my surprise. Headlights bounced on the road ahead of me, blinding me. I didn't realise until I was beside the car that the car had pulled over after seeing me.
"Hey, get in. You look soaked, and sick. What on earth are you doing walking the road to Port Angels at night, in the thunder and lightning storm, on FOOT? Come on, Bella. Get in and tell me what's wrong."
"Since I don't know who you are, and I can't see your face, damn, I can't even see the road ahead of me, I don't feel comfortable with someone I don't know."
"But you do know me, Bella. It's me, Edward Cullen. Now get in before we both get soaked while I get out and force you in."
"I'd like to see you try, big talker."
"Is that a challenge?"
I bolted off to nowhere, just trying to prove him wrong that he couldn't catch me. I turned my head to see behind me, and I saw him jump out of his car and rush after me, getting soaked. He was coming to me at a frightening speed, but seemed to be holding back. I turned back to what I was doing and tried to speed up, but when I did, I slowed and tripped. I have no idea how he did it, but when I fell, he was infront of me so that I fell into his arms, taking us both down onto the slippery pavement.
It was a few moments until I could open my eyes, but when I did, I was positioned square ontop of him. He still seemed to be realizing what happened, and I sat up slowly.
"Sorry about that, you were right."
"About what, in particular." He flashed me a crooked grin.
"You are faster, and now you are going to force me into the car, and you're soaking wet."
"This is fun, and now you're talking to me. I didn't have any plans anyway, I just needed to get out."
I sat, stubbornly, on the road, not wanting to go willingly into his car.
"Still going to make this difficult?"
I nodded my head.
He came up to me and lifted me with ease, cradling me until he opened the door with one arm and slid me in the car. He entered the car quickly, and started fidgeting with the heat settings, setting them up high to dry us off quickly.
"Thank you for saving me, Edward." I said timidly.
"What do you mean by saving?"
"You drive, I'll talk."