Saturday:

"BELLA!" Charlie yelled up the stairs signaling for me to come downstairs and prepare his breakfast.

"Be right down!" I said, running down the stairs. But me being me, I fell down the stairs resulting in me knocking the wind out of myself.

"Bella. What are you doing on the ground, when I called you down a minute ago, to get my breakfast ready?" Charlie asked, in a frighteningly calm and quiet tone. Calm before the storm.

Before I could reply, he slapped my face. I could feel the area that he slapped growing hot as blood rushed towards it, causing it to get the red blush that was my normal state of being. As my cheek started stinging I reflexively cringed and resisted the urge to bring my hand to the reddened cheek.

"Did that hurt?"

"N-no, dad." I stuttered. I wouldn't dare call him Charlie to his face. I made that mistake a while ago. That was the first time Charlie violated me in a sexual manner, he said I needed to be taught a lesson. I guess I was still learning.
"Bella are you lying to me? I think you are. Please go stand up against the wall." Charlie said before I could deny the fact that I had been lying, though I had.
I knew the drill, as this punishment was a regular occurrence. I learned it the first few days after mom, left Charlie and me. Charlie was constantly drunk, and everything that happened was my fault, and it probably was. He was in a bad place then, everything was spiraling out of control. He's a bit better now – at least I hoped he would be by now. I walked over to the wall, put my hands on it. I probably looked like I was about to be searched by cops for a gun or drugs or something; which, I guess, isn't too far off from the truth. I dropped my jeans and braced myself for the slap of the belt against my skin and the pain that would inevitably follow. Charlie had developed his rhythm with the belt and my backside. He was in his zone, his own world. I fucking hated the weekends. Charlie always found some flaw in something I did to punish me for. Hell, the belt was nothing compared to all the other shit that went down. I was forbidden to make a sound or show any signs of weakness, if I did it would just last longer.

"I'd like eggs and bacon this morning, if that isn't too much trouble." Charlie said, no, he commanded as he slipped his belt back into the belt loops. I said it was fine and hobbled into the kitchen. As I prepared his breakfast, I thought to myself, again, how much I hated the weekends. After his breakfast was set at the TV table and he was all situated with his food in the TV room, I snuck out of the house to just take a short walk. My plan was to be back by lunch. It wasn't too hard, I'd done it before and I haven't been caught yet. I was still a little sore from earlier so it wasn't going to be the most comfortable of walks, but hell, I needed to get out of the damn house. As I continued down the road a little ways I started thinking about my life and the situation I was in. I noticed a grey Volvo speed by me and towards town and realized how far I was from the house. I'd have to run or jog to make it back in time. I could do neither because of the pain, I sort of limped/jogged/walked my way home. Charlie was waiting for me on the lawn. Fuck.

"Where were you?"

"I was out for a walk," I said. There was no point in denying anything it would only make things worse.

"Well, don't go out for walks again, you're not wearing your hoodie, what if someone saw you? Huh? What would happen then?" Charlie always told me to wear clothing that covered my body and masked the bruises that were various shades of purples and yellows, and the cuts that were there sometimes. "Now, go and make me lunch."

Thank the fucking lord he was in such a jovial mood. When I finished making Charlie his lunch, he found something that wasn't up to his standards and I was punished accordingly. I then made my escape for my room to complete my homework because according to Charlie, if my grades slip the school will suspect something is wrong. After I finished my homework I started dinner for Charlie. We ate dinner in silence and then Charlie told me to wash the dishes and then meet him in his room.

It got worse at night. I often found myself thinking about trying to get drunk, like Charlie, or use drugs. But Charlie said I couldn't because it would give the school another reason to suspect something was wrong. I went upstairs and walked into Charlie's bedroom.

"Took to long cleaning up, Isabella" Charlie said in a stern tone. I knew I was in for it tonight. Whenever Charlie used my full name, it usually meant that he was either mad at me, or horny as hell. Or both. I just blacked out evenings spent in Charlie's room. If you were to ask me what happened, I literally would not be able to tell you. I only knew that I was raped. I only got raped on weekends so I thought of that as a good thing.

Sunday came along. Almost like a carbon copy of Saturday, save for the impromptu walk that happened yesterday. Sunday was a bit better.

Monday:

I woke up sorer than one ever wants to be on a Monday. I threw on a turtleneck, a hoodie, and some jeans. I always had hoodies a size or two too big to hide any bruises that threatened to show otherwise. I was glad that the weekend was over. Weeks were better for me. Weeks meant less Charlie, but the downside was the whispering and the stares. Since I am and always will be a klutz, I am constantly causing some sort of commotion drawing attention to me. I overheard some students talking about some new kids starting today, and how they are "unbelievably gorgeous". I never trusted rumors. For all I knew, or cared they could have been talking about a star nosed mole. Even the star nosed mole would treat me the same as everyone else does.

During lunch I noticed the new kids waiting in the lunch line as I was sitting down at my table in the corner with my food. Someone should warn them, the food is deadly. I usually ate best at school, regardless of the quality of the school food; I actually had the comfort of eating with out having the threat of being beaten after. Lauren Mallory was practically shrieking about the new kids, the Cullens, to Jessica Stanley in homeroom earlier today. Lauren is perhaps the bitchiest bitch anyone will ever meet. She was raving about how hot the Cullens were, and how she and Edward, I think, were destined for each other – since he was the only single guy in the family. But for once she was right. They were gorgeous, it was like a movie, everything seemed to slow down and everyone stared at them in the lunch line getting their food. Everyone. I was glad it wasn't me everyone was staring at for once. It seemed the Cullens were searching for something. I started scanning the cafeteria as well. It was soon obvious what was going on. They needed a table to sit at, and mine happened to be the only one open. Great, fuck my life. One of them pointed to the table and they all started walking my way. Or towards the table I guess.

"Hello, do you mind if we sit here?" The pixie-like girl asked. She was very petite, with a pixie hair cut, I guess. Only way I could think to describe it. She was pale with piercing greenish-grey eyes.

"No, it's fine, go ahead." I said, though it really wasn't. What was I supposed to say though? No, you can't sit here, go sit in the dumpster with your lunch. Plus Charlie would be mad.

"Awesome, thank you. I'm Alice Cullen, by the way." The pixie, Alice explained. "This is Jasper Hale, my boyfriend," She said pointing to a rather tall muscular yet lean guy. He had almost honey blonde hair and with hazel eyes. "This is-"

"Rosalie Hale, Jasper's twin" Rosalie interrupted. Holy flying fuck. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. She had blonde hair, and eyes the prettiest and clearest shade of blue that I'd ever seen. She was pretty tall too, with a body to kill for. "And this is my boyfriend, Emmett." Whoa! This guy is like a mountain; he was very tall and very muscular. He had brown curly hair, and dimples on his cheeks, as he smiled when Rosalie introduced him.

"Hey! Rosie, I wanted to say my name!" Emmett exclaimed as his smile turned into a frown.

"Sorry, you can introduce him then" Rosalie said, as she pointed to the last Cullen. Oh. My. God. He had bronze, messy hair, and the most intense green eyes I have ever seen. He was slender, but muscular. And the hottest damn thing to walk the planet. Though he'd probably never give me a second glance in passing.

"Okay!" Emmett exclaimed excitedly, "That, is Edward Anthony Cullen."

"Emmett, was it really necessary to use my middle name," he said in the most alluring voice I had ever heard. They all sat down after that, in unison. It was funny, I almost laughed. But I didn't. It would be rude and what if they were violent, what if they hit me for laughing at them. I mean they are new here; they have to make some sort of statement. Yes, it is definitely safer not to laugh.

"So, what's your name?" Alice asked.

"Bella." I said bluntly, and then turned back to my tray and let them talk. I couldn't get close to them; it wouldn't bode well for anyone. He might just hurt them too.