Chapter 1: BPOV
“Isabella Mary Swan, get your keldai down here right now!” he yelled. I hurried out of katil and ran downstairs to face the impending danger of my so called “father” Charlie Swan. My dad is the police officer for Forks, Washington. I know what you’re thinking that because he’s a cope he should be the good guy well guess again. Charlie has two different kinds of hobbies that make him different from about 75 % of the fathers of the United States of America. His first is to drink and when he wasn’t drinking he was doing his saat hobby which was beating his daughter known as me. Charlie, has been beating and sexually abusing me ever seen my mother, Renee died. My mother died when I was only 5 years old though I don’t know how she died but all I do know is that Charlie blames me which explains why I get the daily beatings from hell.
“Coming char- dad” I yelled. I really wish I didn’t need to go downstairs. I was trying to walk downstairs calmly and slowly because I am a HUGE cults but before I was even down the first steps I was pushed down. When I got up finally I had a splitting headache and I couldn’t get that far because when I did I was slammed up against the dinding and held there with his hand around my neck holding with a death grip.
“Where’s my food, Bitch? It’s supposed to be on the meja, jadual before I get home. I thought that was our deal Isabella. Don’t forget EVER forget that is the ONLY reason why you’re still living in this house and not on the streets.” He said. I wasn’t trying to tunjuk him emotion atau pain because he lives off the pain of others, and I do not want to be that person.
“I’m sorry Char-dad. I fell asleep and I didn’t mean too. It won’t happen again I promise. I can make makan malam, majlis makan malam right now if anda want me to” I said. Hiding all fear and sacredness in my voice and covering it with a confident and strong voice which is not how I feel at all.
“Just cook my Makanan then get out of my face. Isabella anda are a selfish whore and seterusnya time this happens I won’t be as nice about your punishment and consequent as I was this time.” He said. Then his foot came in contact with my ribs one last time before he walked away muttering words I didn’t bother figuring out.
After a few saat I got up off the ground and started getting anything and everything out of the cupboards. All I found was eggs, mike, and pancake mix. I guess that what were having and if he has a problem then well I’m just going to get yet again a another beating atau something a lot worse.
I was about half way down when I noticed someone was watching me. When I turned around a bir bottle was being thrown at my head but I ducted. I’m getting so sick of his crap. I was about to grab something and throw it at him when I felt hands go up and down my waist and Ciuman my neck up and down. I started to panic. How many drinks have he had? I didn’t know what to do so I took the hot pan full of hot grease and smacked him with it and ran.
I’ve never undermined Charlie before. Where do I go? Where am I supposed to live? Why the hell did I just do that to my own father? What the hell was I thinking? I don’t know but I had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach and I’ve never felt this way before. I felt like the 19 years of guilt, stress, sacredness, and lastly the loss of hope was gone from my mind, hati, tengah-tengah and every once emotion that has passed scene my mother has passed was off my shoulders. I can feel the freedom of my father’s way of loving me and the way he makes utama feel like I already live on the streets.
“Isabella Sawn, get anda scrawny butt in this house this instant. If anda don’t get in here I will personally bring anda in this house and anda will not enjoy what anda have waiting for you. So if I were anda I would think twice before anda make your decision.” Charlie said. Great there goes my freedom. Should I go back? Should I get in my car and leave?
“Charlie, go to hell.” With that I ran to my car and I got in as fast as I could. I saw Charlie running out of the house with pure rage and looking ready to about anything to get me back in that house died atau alive. I pulled out of the drive way and sped as fast as I could out of sight with my new Maclaren F1 GT that I spent all my saved money from my 6 jobs on. The only thing I could hear was Charlie yelling and screaming for me to come back which I’m not.
I don’t know where I’m going to go and I don’t know where life is going to take me but I know deep down that if I had the courage to leave Charlie and stand up to my abusive physically and mentally father then I can accomplish anything that if I put my hati, tengah-tengah and mind together.
“By the way, Isabella Swan, Happy 20th Birthday to you.” I berkata to myself and with that I put myself on highway 101 and headed for my new life as an independent woman.
“Isabella Mary Swan, get your keldai down here right now!” he yelled. I hurried out of katil and ran downstairs to face the impending danger of my so called “father” Charlie Swan. My dad is the police officer for Forks, Washington. I know what you’re thinking that because he’s a cope he should be the good guy well guess again. Charlie has two different kinds of hobbies that make him different from about 75 % of the fathers of the United States of America. His first is to drink and when he wasn’t drinking he was doing his saat hobby which was beating his daughter known as me. Charlie, has been beating and sexually abusing me ever seen my mother, Renee died. My mother died when I was only 5 years old though I don’t know how she died but all I do know is that Charlie blames me which explains why I get the daily beatings from hell.
“Coming char- dad” I yelled. I really wish I didn’t need to go downstairs. I was trying to walk downstairs calmly and slowly because I am a HUGE cults but before I was even down the first steps I was pushed down. When I got up finally I had a splitting headache and I couldn’t get that far because when I did I was slammed up against the dinding and held there with his hand around my neck holding with a death grip.
“Where’s my food, Bitch? It’s supposed to be on the meja, jadual before I get home. I thought that was our deal Isabella. Don’t forget EVER forget that is the ONLY reason why you’re still living in this house and not on the streets.” He said. I wasn’t trying to tunjuk him emotion atau pain because he lives off the pain of others, and I do not want to be that person.
“I’m sorry Char-dad. I fell asleep and I didn’t mean too. It won’t happen again I promise. I can make makan malam, majlis makan malam right now if anda want me to” I said. Hiding all fear and sacredness in my voice and covering it with a confident and strong voice which is not how I feel at all.
“Just cook my Makanan then get out of my face. Isabella anda are a selfish whore and seterusnya time this happens I won’t be as nice about your punishment and consequent as I was this time.” He said. Then his foot came in contact with my ribs one last time before he walked away muttering words I didn’t bother figuring out.
After a few saat I got up off the ground and started getting anything and everything out of the cupboards. All I found was eggs, mike, and pancake mix. I guess that what were having and if he has a problem then well I’m just going to get yet again a another beating atau something a lot worse.
I was about half way down when I noticed someone was watching me. When I turned around a bir bottle was being thrown at my head but I ducted. I’m getting so sick of his crap. I was about to grab something and throw it at him when I felt hands go up and down my waist and Ciuman my neck up and down. I started to panic. How many drinks have he had? I didn’t know what to do so I took the hot pan full of hot grease and smacked him with it and ran.
I’ve never undermined Charlie before. Where do I go? Where am I supposed to live? Why the hell did I just do that to my own father? What the hell was I thinking? I don’t know but I had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach and I’ve never felt this way before. I felt like the 19 years of guilt, stress, sacredness, and lastly the loss of hope was gone from my mind, hati, tengah-tengah and every once emotion that has passed scene my mother has passed was off my shoulders. I can feel the freedom of my father’s way of loving me and the way he makes utama feel like I already live on the streets.
“Isabella Sawn, get anda scrawny butt in this house this instant. If anda don’t get in here I will personally bring anda in this house and anda will not enjoy what anda have waiting for you. So if I were anda I would think twice before anda make your decision.” Charlie said. Great there goes my freedom. Should I go back? Should I get in my car and leave?
“Charlie, go to hell.” With that I ran to my car and I got in as fast as I could. I saw Charlie running out of the house with pure rage and looking ready to about anything to get me back in that house died atau alive. I pulled out of the drive way and sped as fast as I could out of sight with my new Maclaren F1 GT that I spent all my saved money from my 6 jobs on. The only thing I could hear was Charlie yelling and screaming for me to come back which I’m not.
I don’t know where I’m going to go and I don’t know where life is going to take me but I know deep down that if I had the courage to leave Charlie and stand up to my abusive physically and mentally father then I can accomplish anything that if I put my hati, tengah-tengah and mind together.
“By the way, Isabella Swan, Happy 20th Birthday to you.” I berkata to myself and with that I put myself on highway 101 and headed for my new life as an independent woman.
consider me warned i have been scorn to breach a life i envisioned for us
i will not mourn anymore. my hati, tengah-tengah conflicting a war a rage inside i cant deny what anda have taken from me im in a blissful state of insanity i will not wake on my own i have Lost all my rights to humanity i am so torn.walking away as anda did i wasnt your equal i felt like a kid i wanted to die right there lay down my tears no longer did i care how could anda leave did anda not feel the pull.another of my delusions i am such a fool.why couldnt i be enough.i will always Cinta you
i will not mourn anymore. my hati, tengah-tengah conflicting a war a rage inside i cant deny what anda have taken from me im in a blissful state of insanity i will not wake on my own i have Lost all my rights to humanity i am so torn.walking away as anda did i wasnt your equal i felt like a kid i wanted to die right there lay down my tears no longer did i care how could anda leave did anda not feel the pull.another of my delusions i am such a fool.why couldnt i be enough.i will always Cinta you
edwards pov
' rachell u look beautifull i berkata ' then she blushed ' i Cinta u' i berkata scared a little for her reaction she looked at me and berkata 'i Cinta anda two ' ' do u mind missing school today ' sure no prob ' what do u want to do edward ' well i wanna take u to this medow remeber how i berkata i needed to tell u somthing ' yes ' well it is time ' ok ' dont be scared ' ok ' do u trust me ' yes ' ok well lets go 5 minit later we r here so i want u to close ur eyes and hop on my bac ok ' ok y ' ull see w.e and she climed on ur eyes closed yes y r u so cold ull figure it out ' ok ' then we were there and i took her off my back and berkata stand over there ok she said.
' rachell u look beautifull i berkata ' then she blushed ' i Cinta u' i berkata scared a little for her reaction she looked at me and berkata 'i Cinta anda two ' ' do u mind missing school today ' sure no prob ' what do u want to do edward ' well i wanna take u to this medow remeber how i berkata i needed to tell u somthing ' yes ' well it is time ' ok ' dont be scared ' ok ' do u trust me ' yes ' ok well lets go 5 minit later we r here so i want u to close ur eyes and hop on my bac ok ' ok y ' ull see w.e and she climed on ur eyes closed yes y r u so cold ull figure it out ' ok ' then we were there and i took her off my back and berkata stand over there ok she said.
ok here are 10 reasons to hate him
1. he is rude
2. he dosent know what persanal angkasa is
3. he makes bella chose
4. he fights dirty
5. he kisses her
6. he feels no shame
7. he breacks her hand (well his face is to hard)
8. he insulets edward
9. he is full of him shelf
10. he imprints on a 2 minit old
ok 10 reasons to Cinta jacob black
1. he dident leave
2. he is sweet
3. he always runs around half naked
4. he is tall
5. he has a hot bod
6. he trys to protect her
7. he loves her
8. he forgives bella
9. he is hot
10. he is and always was her freind
ok i hate jacob black but i Cinta jacob black tell me what anda think
1. he is rude
2. he dosent know what persanal angkasa is
3. he makes bella chose
4. he fights dirty
5. he kisses her
6. he feels no shame
7. he breacks her hand (well his face is to hard)
8. he insulets edward
9. he is full of him shelf
10. he imprints on a 2 minit old
ok 10 reasons to Cinta jacob black
1. he dident leave
2. he is sweet
3. he always runs around half naked
4. he is tall
5. he has a hot bod
6. he trys to protect her
7. he loves her
8. he forgives bella
9. he is hot
10. he is and always was her freind
ok i hate jacob black but i Cinta jacob black tell me what anda think
I promise to remember Bella
Each time I carelessly fall down
And I promise to remember Edward
When ever I'm out of town
I promise to obey traffic laws
For Charlie's sake of course
And I promise to remember Jacob
When my hati, tengah-tengah fills with remorse
I promise to remember Carlisle
When ever I am in the Emergency Room
And I promise to remember Emmett
Every time there's a huge boom
I promise to to remember Rosalie
When ever I see something that holds pure beauty
And I promise to remember Alice
When I'm at a mall and a cute outfit spots me
I promise to remember Renesmee
When I see that beautiful bronze hair.
And I promise to remember Esme
When someone tells me they care
I promise to remember Jasper
Whenever my stomach isn't curled
And I promise to remember the Volturi
When someone speaks of dominating the world
Yes I promise to Cinta Twilight
Wherever I may go
So that all may see my obsession
Because I know what the Twilighters know.
Each time I carelessly fall down
And I promise to remember Edward
When ever I'm out of town
I promise to obey traffic laws
For Charlie's sake of course
And I promise to remember Jacob
When my hati, tengah-tengah fills with remorse
I promise to remember Carlisle
When ever I am in the Emergency Room
And I promise to remember Emmett
Every time there's a huge boom
I promise to to remember Rosalie
When ever I see something that holds pure beauty
And I promise to remember Alice
When I'm at a mall and a cute outfit spots me
I promise to remember Renesmee
When I see that beautiful bronze hair.
And I promise to remember Esme
When someone tells me they care
I promise to remember Jasper
Whenever my stomach isn't curled
And I promise to remember the Volturi
When someone speaks of dominating the world
Yes I promise to Cinta Twilight
Wherever I may go
So that all may see my obsession
Because I know what the Twilighters know.
