AN:sooooo...yeah, i dont really know how to start this...um...well, this is my first Twilight fanfic, so constructive criticism would be nice...It's most definitely AU, so thats why things are a little different. Bella lives with Charlie, but he is an alcoholic and abusive. The rest,is for me to know and you to READ!!hinthint And everyone's a human in this, so if you don't like, don't read.

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I woke up, staring at the ceiling. I sighed, swinging my legs over the side of the couch I slept on. I glared at the clock. It was 4:30 in the morning, and I really didn't want to be awake right now.

I threw on an old, worn robe and trudged to the kitchen, making myself coffee. While waiting for the coffee to finish, I scrounged for a breakfast of half of a muffin.

When the coffee was done, I poured myself a cup and sat down to drink it. I checked the clock and sighed. It was 4:45. Dammit, I was running late again.

I dashed up the stairs and showered in the cold water that was all we ever had. Charlie didn't believe in paying the heating bills, so the house was always cold, and so was our water. The fact that this was his fault always seemed to escape him, however; He blamed me.

I threw on a new pair of jeans, a shirt, and a pair of Converse. I didn't even look at which shirt I threw on. I hadn't cared about fashion for years, and all I wanted was something clean to wear, and something to cover up my bruises.

I walked back down the stairs and worked on re-cleaning the kitchen. When I was done, I worked on the living room.

It was about then that Charlie came down.

He was in his fifties, and he was balding. He had a serious beer belly, and since he did nothing but pick up whores, get drunk, and watch football, he wasn't fit, either. He didn't like going shopping, and with his rapid weight gains, his clothes were getting too small. You could see most of his beer belly with no problem. Charlie had an almost permanent scowl etched onto his face, mostly from seeing me, I assumed.

"Hey! Girl!" he yelled as a way of greeting. "Where's my breakfast?"

I brought him out the plate of eggs and bacon I had made. When I handed it to him, he took one look at it and dumped it down my front, taking a swing at my face afterwards. "I DON'T EAT CHEWY BACON!!" He roared.

His fist caught me across the cheek. I staggered, slightly dazed. As old and un-fit Charlie was, I hadn't doubted in a long time that he could hit hard. There was a lot of muscle under all that flab.

He hit me again, and i fell over. Charlie kicked me repeatedly in the stomach, and anywhere else he could reach, laughing each time a whimper escaped my lips.

When he was done, Charlie walked away, leaving me bruised and slightly bloodied on the floor. I lay on the ground, mentally assessing my state. No, definitely nothing broken. I don't think anything was sprained, either. Just a couple cuts and several bruises. No problem, I could easily cover those up with bandaids.

I ran upstairs and threw on a long-sleeved shirt, even though it wasn't even close to cold yet; it would cover the bruises that I knew would come.

I cleaned the house for a bit, then looked up and noticed the time. Dammit, I had missed the bus. I grabbed my bag and dashed out the door, locking it behind me. I ran the 16 blocks to school, so I was huffing and puffing when I got there. I was just crossing the street when a silver Volvo almost ran into me.

It screeched to a stop, the front bumper inches from me. "Shit!" the man in the car yelled, jumping out of the car. "Are you okay?"

He had the deepest green eyes I had ever seen, and bronze hair. He had very light skin, which made his eyes stand out perfectly. He was about 6 foot tall, and muscular. He was wearing a tight green shirt, that complemented his eyes perfectly, not to mention showed off his toned chest, and a tight pair of faded jeans. He had on a white jacket over his shirt, and he looked like a runway model.

"I'm fine..." I mumbled staring at the ground, anything to keep from staring at him. He grabbed my arm, trying to get my attention, and I winced. He had, unknowingly, put his hand directly where Charlie had kicked me earlier.

He took in my expression and looked down at his hand. "Are you okay?" he repeated. I jerked my arm away from him, mumbling "Yeah, I'm okay..."

He didn't look convinced, but he said "If you're sure..." he offered his hand. "I'm Edward Cullen. I'm new."

"Bella Swan." I said, still looking at the ground. "I have to go..." I hurried off inside, peeking behind me only once, and seeing his puzzled expression, I walked even faster.

I got to my locker and opened it, trying not to be noticed. I got the stuff for English, my first hour, and walked off to the classroom.

When I sat down, I saw a girl I didn't know talking to Mrs. Bishop. She was short and pale, and she had spiky black hair. I guessed that she was new, too. Maybe her and Edward were related.

I got my stuff ready for English, and I pulled out my homework, then sat quietly and waited.

The bell rang, and Mrs. Bishop stood up and walked to the front of the classroom. "Class, quiet down. We have a new student." The short girl, looking remarkably pixie-like, waved at the class. "This is Alice Cullen. She just moved from New York with her family. Alice, you can go sit over there." Mrs. Bishop said, pointing to the seat next to me.

I stiffened. I didn't want anything to do with this new family of beautiful people.

"Hello." Alice said cheerily. "You know who I am, but what's your name?" she asked, smiling at me.

"Bella Swan." I said, staring at the desk.

She gave me a confused look, but left me alone and turned to the person on her other side.

An hour later, the bell finally rang. I quickly dashed out of the classroom. If any more of these beautiful people were in my classes, how would I survive a day?

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