Chapter 1: BPOV
“Isabella Mary Swan, get your پچھواڑے, گدا down here right now!” he yelled. I hurried out of بستر and ran downstairs to face the impending danger of my so called “father” Charlie Swan. My dad is the police officer for Forks, Washington. I know what you’re thinking that because he’s a cope he should be the good guy well guess again. Charlie has two different kinds of hobbies that make him different from about 75 % of the fathers of the United States of America. His first is to drink and when he wasn’t drinking he was doing his سیکنڈ hobby which was beating his daughter known as me. Charlie, has been beating and sexually abusing me ever seen my mother, Renee died. My mother died when I was only 5 years old though I don’t know how she died but all I do know is that Charlie blames me which explains why I get the daily beatings from hell.
“Coming char- dad” I yelled. I really wish I didn’t need to go downstairs. I was trying to walk downstairs calmly and slowly because I am a HUGE cults but before I was even down the first steps I was pushed down. When I got up finally I had a splitting headache and I couldn’t get that far because when I did I was slammed up against the دیوار and held there with his hand around my neck holding with a death grip.
“Where’s my food, Bitch? It’s supposed to be on the میز, جدول before I get home. I thought that was our deal Isabella. Don’t forget EVER forget that is the ONLY reason why you’re still living in this house and not on the streets.” He said. I wasn’t trying to دکھائیں him emotion یا pain because he lives off the pain of others, and I do not want to be that person.
“I’m sorry Char-dad. I fell asleep and I didn’t mean too. It won’t happen again I promise. I can make رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا right now if آپ want me to” I said. Hiding all fear and sacredness in my voice and covering it with a confident and strong voice which is not how I feel at all.
“Just cook my food then get out of my face. Isabella آپ are a selfish whore and اگلے time this happens I won’t be as nice about your punishment and consequent as I was this time.” He said. Then his foot came in contact with my ribs one last time before he walked away muttering words I didn’t bother figuring out.
After a few سیکنڈ I got up off the ground and started getting anything and everything out of the cupboards. All I found was eggs, mike, and pancake mix. I guess that what were having and if he has a problem then well I’m just going to get yet again a another beating یا something a lot worse.
I was about half way down when I noticed someone was watching me. When I turned around a بیئر bottle was being thrown at my head but I ducted. I’m getting so sick of his crap. I was about to grab something and throw it at him when I felt hands go up and down my waist and kiss my neck up and down. I started to panic. How many drinks have he had? I didn’t know what to do so I took the hot pan full of hot grease and smacked him with it and ran.
I’ve never undermined Charlie before. Where do I go? Where am I supposed to live? Why the hell did I just do that to my own father? What the hell was I thinking? I don’t know but I had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach and I’ve never felt this way before. I felt like the 19 years of guilt, stress, sacredness, and lastly the loss of hope was gone from my mind, دل and every once emotion that has passed scene my mother has passed was off my shoulders. I can feel the freedom of my father’s way of loving me and the way he makes ہوم feel like I already live on the streets.
“Isabella Sawn, get آپ scrawny butt in this house this instant. If آپ don’t get in here I will personally bring آپ in this house and آپ will not enjoy what آپ have waiting for you. So if I were آپ I would think twice before آپ make your decision.” Charlie said. Great there goes my freedom. Should I go back? Should I get in my car and leave?
“Charlie, go to hell.” With that I ran to my car and I got in as fast as I could. I saw Charlie running out of the house with pure rage and looking ready to about anything to get me back in that house died یا alive. I pulled out of the drive way and sped as fast as I could out of sight with my new Maclaren F1 GT that I spent all my saved money from my 6 jobs on. The only thing I could hear was Charlie yelling and screaming for me to come back which I’m not.
I don’t know where I’m going to go and I don’t know where life is going to take me but I know deep down that if I had the courage to leave Charlie and stand up to my abusive physically and mentally father then I can accomplish anything that if I put my دل and mind together.
“By the way, Isabella Swan, Happy 20th Birthday to you.” I کہا to myself and with that I put myself on highway 101 and headed for my new life as an independent woman.
“Isabella Mary Swan, get your پچھواڑے, گدا down here right now!” he yelled. I hurried out of بستر and ran downstairs to face the impending danger of my so called “father” Charlie Swan. My dad is the police officer for Forks, Washington. I know what you’re thinking that because he’s a cope he should be the good guy well guess again. Charlie has two different kinds of hobbies that make him different from about 75 % of the fathers of the United States of America. His first is to drink and when he wasn’t drinking he was doing his سیکنڈ hobby which was beating his daughter known as me. Charlie, has been beating and sexually abusing me ever seen my mother, Renee died. My mother died when I was only 5 years old though I don’t know how she died but all I do know is that Charlie blames me which explains why I get the daily beatings from hell.
“Coming char- dad” I yelled. I really wish I didn’t need to go downstairs. I was trying to walk downstairs calmly and slowly because I am a HUGE cults but before I was even down the first steps I was pushed down. When I got up finally I had a splitting headache and I couldn’t get that far because when I did I was slammed up against the دیوار and held there with his hand around my neck holding with a death grip.
“Where’s my food, Bitch? It’s supposed to be on the میز, جدول before I get home. I thought that was our deal Isabella. Don’t forget EVER forget that is the ONLY reason why you’re still living in this house and not on the streets.” He said. I wasn’t trying to دکھائیں him emotion یا pain because he lives off the pain of others, and I do not want to be that person.
“I’m sorry Char-dad. I fell asleep and I didn’t mean too. It won’t happen again I promise. I can make رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا right now if آپ want me to” I said. Hiding all fear and sacredness in my voice and covering it with a confident and strong voice which is not how I feel at all.
“Just cook my food then get out of my face. Isabella آپ are a selfish whore and اگلے time this happens I won’t be as nice about your punishment and consequent as I was this time.” He said. Then his foot came in contact with my ribs one last time before he walked away muttering words I didn’t bother figuring out.
After a few سیکنڈ I got up off the ground and started getting anything and everything out of the cupboards. All I found was eggs, mike, and pancake mix. I guess that what were having and if he has a problem then well I’m just going to get yet again a another beating یا something a lot worse.
I was about half way down when I noticed someone was watching me. When I turned around a بیئر bottle was being thrown at my head but I ducted. I’m getting so sick of his crap. I was about to grab something and throw it at him when I felt hands go up and down my waist and kiss my neck up and down. I started to panic. How many drinks have he had? I didn’t know what to do so I took the hot pan full of hot grease and smacked him with it and ran.
I’ve never undermined Charlie before. Where do I go? Where am I supposed to live? Why the hell did I just do that to my own father? What the hell was I thinking? I don’t know but I had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach and I’ve never felt this way before. I felt like the 19 years of guilt, stress, sacredness, and lastly the loss of hope was gone from my mind, دل and every once emotion that has passed scene my mother has passed was off my shoulders. I can feel the freedom of my father’s way of loving me and the way he makes ہوم feel like I already live on the streets.
“Isabella Sawn, get آپ scrawny butt in this house this instant. If آپ don’t get in here I will personally bring آپ in this house and آپ will not enjoy what آپ have waiting for you. So if I were آپ I would think twice before آپ make your decision.” Charlie said. Great there goes my freedom. Should I go back? Should I get in my car and leave?
“Charlie, go to hell.” With that I ran to my car and I got in as fast as I could. I saw Charlie running out of the house with pure rage and looking ready to about anything to get me back in that house died یا alive. I pulled out of the drive way and sped as fast as I could out of sight with my new Maclaren F1 GT that I spent all my saved money from my 6 jobs on. The only thing I could hear was Charlie yelling and screaming for me to come back which I’m not.
I don’t know where I’m going to go and I don’t know where life is going to take me but I know deep down that if I had the courage to leave Charlie and stand up to my abusive physically and mentally father then I can accomplish anything that if I put my دل and mind together.
“By the way, Isabella Swan, Happy 20th Birthday to you.” I کہا to myself and with that I put myself on highway 101 and headed for my new life as an independent woman.
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Preface
I had done it, all of it.
All of which I never wanted to do.
I had hurt her.
I had risked her life....again....
I had made her suffer.
I had caused her enough pain to last an eternity.
And here I was, getting ready to do give here more pain, getting ready to do what I always wanted and never wanted to do.
I took a deep breath, and the scent of her blood burned my throat like white hot knifes, though I did not have any urge to drink it.
Yes….This just proves it, I am a monster. How could I even think about my thirst when she was suffering because of me?
Because of me…yes, it’s entirely my fault.
I ignored the throbbing in my throat and injected the venom straight into her heart...the دل which will stop beating soon, the دل which was the reason for me to live, the دل which she had دیا to me to keep محفوظ just like how I had دیا her my silent heart, because of my selfishness, it was going to stop beating.....forever.
I had done it, all of it.
All of which I never wanted to do.
I had hurt her.
I had risked her life....again....
I had made her suffer.
I had caused her enough pain to last an eternity.
And here I was, getting ready to do give here more pain, getting ready to do what I always wanted and never wanted to do.
I took a deep breath, and the scent of her blood burned my throat like white hot knifes, though I did not have any urge to drink it.
Yes….This just proves it, I am a monster. How could I even think about my thirst when she was suffering because of me?
Because of me…yes, it’s entirely my fault.
I ignored the throbbing in my throat and injected the venom straight into her heart...the دل which will stop beating soon, the دل which was the reason for me to live, the دل which she had دیا to me to keep محفوظ just like how I had دیا her my silent heart, because of my selfishness, it was going to stop beating.....forever.
Okay so I was just looking through my pictures, and I found this:
I can't remember where I got it from (possibly edwardandbella.com?) but I just thought it as really interesting.
I mean look how small Alice is, when the book says she's small I didn't think she'd be that much smaller than Bella.
And look how tall Jacob is...hmm maybe he would win in a fight against Edward...maybe not, Edward is good at everything afterall.
So anyway, I just thought it would be useful for people who have trouble picturing the characters heights -like me :).
Tell me what آپ think- does it help at all??
I can't remember where I got it from (possibly edwardandbella.com?) but I just thought it as really interesting.
I mean look how small Alice is, when the book says she's small I didn't think she'd be that much smaller than Bella.
And look how tall Jacob is...hmm maybe he would win in a fight against Edward...maybe not, Edward is good at everything afterall.
So anyway, I just thought it would be useful for people who have trouble picturing the characters heights -like me :).
Tell me what آپ think- does it help at all??
Okay so here's a little game that I found. Just like the real bingo, but for when آپ say one of the تبصرے -and you've probably کہا one of the تبصرے مزید then once lol.
Okay so some of the boxes are a little mean, for example '*ignores Jacobs existence*'. Please don't take offence, I didn't make this. And there are some spelling mistakes too, but I'm sure آپ can read it.
I just glanced over it then, and I would say I fill about 10 (how come it's so مقبول if it's so cr*appy being one I use often-my دوستوں just don't understand lol). How many do آپ think آپ can fill, تبصرہ below :)
I just thought it was something funny; tell me what آپ think please.
Okay so some of the boxes are a little mean, for example '*ignores Jacobs existence*'. Please don't take offence, I didn't make this. And there are some spelling mistakes too, but I'm sure آپ can read it.
I just glanced over it then, and I would say I fill about 10 (how come it's so مقبول if it's so cr*appy being one I use often-my دوستوں just don't understand lol). How many do آپ think آپ can fill, تبصرہ below :)
I just thought it was something funny; tell me what آپ think please.