Chapter 1

My name is Bella Marie Swan. I have been abused in everyway possible since I was eight. I'm eighteen now, my senior year. I wish school would never start because, with school starting, so does the abuse. In the summer I only get abuse when my father can't find someone else or I can sneak out. It has hurt me physically and emotionally. My mom died right before I turned eight and I have no siblings.

There is no one to talk to.

School starts tomorrow. There is nothing for me to look forward. I pretty much kept my distance from most people. I have no friends. I have no boyfriends. Getting close meant that they would find out more and more stuff about me and with all my secrets, well, lets just say that would be really bad.

I went to sleep early, trying to avoid my father and luckily he didn't touch me that night. In the morning I took a quick shower and threw on some clothes. That was another thing. I never got new clothes unless I stole money from my father and took the bus. Which I rarely did. I hurried through my morning routine and ran out the door. I ended up tripping on my way out and having to pick myself back up.

When I got to school, everyone was excited to see their friends after the long summer, but how could I be excited? I had none. No one said hi as I walked through the busy halls. No one even glanced in my direction. I was nothing special to look at according to my father. I walked into the gym, wanting to get my schedule. Many teens were gathered around in different cliques, trying to decipher who had the same classes as them.

My first class was math, I hurried to it. I didn't want to be late and call attention to myself.

The first few periods were fine. At lunch they served a chicken sandwich. I wasn't hungry and I doubt that it was any good so I went outside and sat under a huge oak tree. Many people ate outside. I never knew why. It was always gloomy outside, only sunny every now and again. I opened up a book that I had with me. I loved to read, I did it constantly. I had so much free time that I had to fill it with something.

I found it hard to focus and ended up looking around. My eyes scanned over the different cliques. Forks had mainly three cliques. Popular, unpopular and, loners. I didn't stare at any of the groups. They were predictable. Nothing out of the ordinary. Instead I locked eyes with another student.

He had tousled blond hair, and was the most amazing, god-like creature I had ever come across. Through all that beauty he still seemed to be shooting death glares at me. I questioned what I did wrong. Knowing that I had no even met him, I left the matter alone an went back to my book.

When the bell rang I stood up, gathered my things and went on to my next class. Biology, with Mr. Banner. I took my seat in his class. I was the first one there and having him before I knew that the seat you choose would be the seat you had for the rest of the school year. Not including that who ever sat next to you was your automatic lab partner in everything.

I looked down at the black desks, reading what people had written on them over the year. As the bell rang everyone had there seat. I noticed no one was seating by me and thanked the lord, for being able to work alone. And just when I thought that something good was happening, all the seats full, the blond-hair god from lunch walked into the room. He would be my lab partner. I heard him and the teacher exchange word then Mr. Banner pointed to the seat next to me. I blushed bright red and hid my face with my hair.

Out of all the people God, why? Why me? He sat down beside me and I glanced up at his face. His eyes were literally black. He did not look happy and was on the very edge of his seat, leaning away from me. And through all that he smiled at me. Now, guys did not smile at me.

They hit me. They kicked me. They punched me. They slapped me. They did not smile at me.

I would have been staring at him with my mouth open if the teacher did start talking. We started to do a work sheet. I breezed through it until I got to one of the last questions. I started to tap my pen against the table and the teacher walked up, surprised me and put his hand on my back.

My back has been the target place for kicks recently, so you can imagine the amount of bruises on my back. I winced and tried to hold back the tears.

"How are you doing Bella?" He asked.

"Fine." Then he patted my back before walking off. I let a tear slip. I could not help it. I felt as if I had just broken my back.

He walked away and a single tear feel out of my eye. I wiped the next one that was threatening to fall. I hoped that this guy next to me did not notice. I closed my eyes and forced the tears back. When the bell rang I was out of the classroom faster than ever before. I nearly ran to the bathroom.

I opened the swinging down and went to the sink. I didn't want people to see me crying. At home, if I cried, I got beat. HE said it was a sign of weakness. There were two other girls in the bathroom. I went to one of the sinks and splashed water on my face, trying to get rid of the

blotchyness. The two girls came up to me and each were on one side.

"Are you okay?" The one with short black hair asked.

I shook my head yes. The pain was gone now.

"I'm Alice." She said smiling, "And this is Rose." She gestured to the girl next to her.

Both of the girls had very pale skin and were remarkably beautiful.

"Isabella. Call me Bella." I said. I smiled, but it was fake.

"Well Bella, see ya around." She said before leaving.

I went to my next class and skipped the last one. I did not want to make up an excuse for why I could not work-out. On my way home I thought about what had happened today. The gorgeous Greek god man that I had met and the two girls. They seemed so nice, I didn't know why they cared enough to be concerned for me. He smiled and they actually asked me if I was okay.

I was not used to this. I was used to being slapped and cursed at. Even by girls. Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory were not exactly my best friends at school.

I walked into my house and set my bag down on the table. I went into the living room.

My father was waiting on the couch for me as drunk as ever. The three people I had met at school were at the back of my head. I was so scared. I wished I could be an Ares and flee when I was most needed.

I focused back on reality.

He stood up.

"Where have you been?" He said angrily. What was I to do now?

"At school." I scared and nervous of the reaction I was going to get.

"Is that right? Well I have been waiting for you. And I do not like to wait." He said it in a fatherly tone, like what a father would say when you had just finished being a smart-ass. He slapped me across the face, I screamed it hurt so bad. He picked up a table chair nearby and slammed it into me. Everything went dark immediately as I blacked out.

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