My New Life Of Hell

BPOV:

My heart was racing frantically in my chest as I stepped onto the plane that would take me away from sunny Phoenix and force me into a new life full of hatred, despair and pain in the one place I despised most. Forks. I was leaving mum and her new husband and going to live with my father, though he's never been much of a father figure to me.

I fell asleep quickly on the plane and woke up when the pilot announced we would be arriving in Seattle soon over the intercom. Great. I thought sarcastically.

When we had landed I was collected by 'dad'. He looked murderously angry. What have I done now? I thought. I've only been in the city five minutes and he already wanted to kill me. *sigh* I trudged after him and got into the police cruiser. Yes, my abusive father was a police officer, want to rub salt into the wound? He was the Chief police officer to be exact. Lucky me! Not.

We go home and as soon as I got in the door Charlie threw me onto the floor. No 'great to see you Bells' or even polite 'hello'.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he screamed "I WAS STUCK IN THE AIRPORT FOR 2 HOURS! YOUR BLOODY PLANE WAS LATE! 2 HOURS!" So it was my fault the plane was late.

He kicked me in the stomach and I curled up in a ball. He gripped the tops of my arms hard and lifted me up before dropping me like a sack of potatoes. Tears were pouring down my face as I rocked back and forth. He kicked me one last time in the leg before leaving, probably to get vodka so he can pass out drunk on the couch again.

I finally hauled myself up and crawled up the stairs to my room. I collapsed on my bed and decided to wait until morning before examining the bruises which I could already feel forming on my arms, stomach and leg. So it begins.

I woke up to the beeping of my alarm clock and heaved my heavy limbs out of bed. I was still in yesterday's clothes as I hadn't bothered to change. I could hear snoring from downstairs. I was right; Charlie has passed out on the couch. I went into the bathroom to have a shower, I ached all over and the hot water felt great against my skin, relieving my tense muscles. I got a good look at my body then. My stomach had a large purple bruise on it and my leg had a bright blue one, easy to cover up. The tops of my arms were purple too. I decided to wear a long sleeved top.

I put some clothes on, a pair of old, faded jeans and a long, baggy top which I covered up with my favourite blue jumper, and dried my hair. I crept downstairs and started preparing breakfast for myself and Charlie. I had cereal but I knew Charlie would want something hot and filling before work.

I made eggs and bacon before waking him up. I saw an empty bottle of vodka on the sofa beside him. Luckily I decided to go to school, my new school, and I ran out the door with my bag and purse before he could beat me.

When I arrived I was greeted at the front desk by a woman with red, bushy hair and pastel blue glasses. The top she was wearing made her look really washed out. Ugh! Fashion disaster!

"Hello dear. You must be Isabella Swan" No, duh. "Here is your schedule and a map of the school, enjoy your first day" she handed me a bunch of papers with a fake smile plastered across her face. If I didn't know how to read people as well as I do, I wouldn't have noticed the fake enthusiasm in her voice. She was good at her job it seemed.

I walked to my first lesson, English with Mrs Davidson in F9. (A/n I don't know Bella's actual schedule so I just made one up) At least it was something I was good at. I found my way there surprisingly easily; the rooms were clearly marked. As I walked into the classroom I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Of course. Everyone wants to have a look at 'the new girl' I had expected it but it still hit me hard. I never liked being the center of attention.

The teacher was a kindly old woman who let me sit at the back of the classroom, away from prying eyes. She handed out some books – Pride and Prejudice - and told us that we had to learn a passage by the next day. Easy, I thought to myself. It was easily my favourite book and I knew most of it by heart anyway. I decided I would recite the bit where Elizabeth Bennett was refusing Mr Collins' marriage proposal, I had always favoured that part and liked to imagine myself as Elizabeth when times were hard.

I would often do that; make up stories in my head when I was alone or at Charlie's house in the holidays. Of course this time it wasn't a holiday, it was home.

After class I was bombarded with people telling me their names. I got a few 'death glares' from some girls but I couldn't think how I had offended them. Then I noticed that half the boys were staring at me lustfully. Damn! Another reason for wearing non-revealing clothes, don't attract the boys. That was rule number 1 with Charlie; no boyfriends. In fact, no friends that he knew about. No friends that I could 'accidentally' tell about the abuse to.

I managed to get to Maths with Mr Doughty in M9 in time by running. Once again there were stares. You're just gonna have to get used to it, Bella, just ignore them. You're the new girl. It's a once every 10 year thing! No one comes to a rainy little town like Forks on purpose. The teacher sat me next to an unnaturally blonde girl who was wearing too much make-up.

"Hello" I said politely.

"I don't want anything to do with you Isabella, I know your kind, trying to get into every boy's bed, but I'll tell you one thing – Edward Cullen is mine" Her voice was unpleasantly nasal and she gave me a scathing look. I didn't know who this Edward was, but I was definitely going to steer clear.

Maths turned out to be extremely easy. We were doing circles – Pi to be exact. I had done that in Yr 8. We had a mental test on it and Mr Doughty said I could sit it out if I wanted to but I said I would do it. I got 10/10. Lauren (I found out her name was) who was sitting beside me got the lowest score in the class -2/10. I was pleased to find out that I was the only one who got 10. Lauren insisted that I had cheated but, after many attempts to find out how I cheated, she gave in and (reluctantly) admitted that I must have got the score with sheer intelligence.

We had break then and I sat on a bench outside re-reading Pride and Prejudice. I had just got up to the part where Jane meets and dances with Mr Bingly when I was interrupted by a boy with blond hair, blue eyes and a round face. He reminded me of a baby. No! I must not think that! Don't judge a book by its cover!

"Hello!" he said in an overly-friendly tone "I'm Mike Newton, I'm in your maths class" he said, probably hoping I had noticed him out of the sea of faced in the room. I nodded, trying to act like I cared. "So, did you want to sit with me at lunch?" Nope, I thought.

"Okay" I agreed, I didn't want to sit by myself, after all. Luckily the bell rang then and I hurried to my next class, anxious to get away from Mike. As my eyes were firmly trained on the map, I accidentally bumped into something hard, the force of it knocked me down and I looked up into emerald green eyes.