Not Loved, Not Liked

Chapter 1

Bella POV

"ISABELLA GET YOUT ASS DOWN HER NOW!" Charlie shouted from downstairs. I opened my eyes, and looked at my alarm clock. 4:45am. I sighed and got out of bed. I yawned and quickly grabbed a plain white t-shirt, bra, underwear, and dark blue jeans and put them on. I am always tired. Charlie gets me up at this time or earlier usually. He likes me to make him breakfast before he goes, and sometimes slap me around a bit.

Charlie had always hit me. Ever since I can remember. He is the chief of police for god's sake! But nobody ever cared enough to notice. To notice I usually wore long sleeves, and pants. And that I always stayed away from contact, and was absent way too much to even be healthy. Also that I am way too skinny, that my ribs are sticking out. I have bruises on every single part of my body, and two scars. One is on my arm, the other goes from the top of my shoulder to the middle of my back. Charlie is lethal with a knife. And my eyes were always filled with sadness and pain.

Today is a Saturday, in New York. I was not happy. School was the only place I could be free of Charlie. I had tried to run away before. But he had always found me, and always will. I have been saving money up to move out on my 18th birthday. When I am a legal adult. I have been counting the time now. 5 months. 5 more months until I am out of this hell hole.

I quickly took makeup and covered up the scars and bruises. Then I ran downstairs. Charlie was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. I ran to the fridge and started to grab eggs, pans, and other utensils, needed to make eggs and bacon. "Why didn't you come when I called you?" Charlie asked. "Sorry sir. I had to look presentable for you." I said. Charlie snorted and punched me in the gut. I bent over breathing heavily. "Cause you look presentable." He said. I stood back up, finished cooking and gave Charlie his breakfast.

When he was done I cleaned the dishes. And Charlie just stood there, why didn't he leave yet? I looked over at him. He had money in his hand. "Go to New York City today and get me the beer I like." He dropped the money on the table and left. I am not old enough to get beer but Charlie had a fake ID made up for me. I sighed. Well I can get some new books while I am down there.

I grabbed the money, my ID and the truck keys. I headed out to my old red truck, got in, started it and drove away.

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Love Always, Vanessa