Chapter 4-The Demise
I heard the front door creak open and then slam closed. “My dinner had better be ready,” I heard the rough voice of my husband as he walked inside.
“Yes sir. It is,” I said pulling out his chair for him. Then sprinting to sit at the other end of the table before he could sit and yell at me more. We ate in silence then after dinner, much to my dismay he headed off to the bar with his 'drinking buddies'. I took this opportunity to clean the dishes and pray he didn't get too drunk.
A few hours later I was upstairs reading. The house was spotless and I couldn't think of anything that would possibly make Charles angry. I heard the door slam and the pounding of his boots as he stomped up the stairs. He made his way towards our room and I held my breath hoping he wouldn't be violent tonight. The door to the bedroom creaked open and a very drunk, Charles appeared smelling very strongly of liquor. He approached me and grinned. “Hello Esme,”
“Hello Charles,” I gulped. This couldn't end well. He moved a step closer to me grabbed my book, and threw it onto the floor. “What did I say about being at the door when I get home?” he growled in my ear.
I swallowed. My pulse was racing. “That. I am always supposed to be at the door whenever you arrive,”
“Yes, and.... were you there? I think not,” an evil grin spread across the face and I knew there would be a punishment.
“I-i'm sorry Charles, I lost track of the time and I didn't know w-” he slapped my face and yelled. “YOU DO NOT BACK TALK!”
“I'm sorry sir,” I said putting my hand onto my sore cheek. He grabbed my wrists and threw me onto the floor. He's too drunk I kept telling myself. He can't think straight. He wouldn't be doing this if he was ever sober. I wouldn't let the tears come yet. If it got worse maybe.... tears only made it worse. Only made him more angry. He kicked me in the stomach I curled up in a ball on the floor and tried not to let him get to me. I started crawling. I made it onto the bed before the blow to me head came the brought the gift of unconsciousness.
I heard the front door creak open and then slam closed. “My dinner had better be ready,” I heard the rough voice of my husband as he walked inside.
“Yes sir. It is,” I said pulling out his chair for him. Then sprinting to sit at the other end of the table before he could sit and yell at me more. We ate in silence then after dinner, much to my dismay he headed off to the bar with his 'drinking buddies'. I took this opportunity to clean the dishes and pray he didn't get too drunk.
A few hours later I was upstairs reading. The house was spotless and I couldn't think of anything that would possibly make Charles angry. I heard the door slam and the pounding of his boots as he stomped up the stairs. He made his way towards our room and I held my breath hoping he wouldn't be violent tonight. The door to the bedroom creaked open and a very drunk, Charles appeared smelling very strongly of liquor. He approached me and grinned. “Hello Esme,”
“Hello Charles,” I gulped. This couldn't end well. He moved a step closer to me grabbed my book, and threw it onto the floor. “What did I say about being at the door when I get home?” he growled in my ear.
I swallowed. My pulse was racing. “That. I am always supposed to be at the door whenever you arrive,”
“Yes, and.... were you there? I think not,” an evil grin spread across the face and I knew there would be a punishment.
“I-i'm sorry Charles, I lost track of the time and I didn't know w-” he slapped my face and yelled. “YOU DO NOT BACK TALK!”
“I'm sorry sir,” I said putting my hand onto my sore cheek. He grabbed my wrists and threw me onto the floor. He's too drunk I kept telling myself. He can't think straight. He wouldn't be doing this if he was ever sober. I wouldn't let the tears come yet. If it got worse maybe.... tears only made it worse. Only made him more angry. He kicked me in the stomach I curled up in a ball on the floor and tried not to let him get to me. I started crawling. I made it onto the bed before the blow to me head came the brought the gift of unconsciousness.
Remesee's pov.(she's 16)
I walked down the dimly lit halls to enduer another year of 9th grade . Somethims never growing up has it's dis-advanages." Remesee Cullen pay attention" Mrs.Zedong yelled to me as I stared out the window. I wandered into my room after school and waited till my parents came home from collage."Nessie, wanna go hunting with your anut Roselie and me" mom asked from down stairs. "Sure" I called back coming down the stairs. We ran into the forest ,jumped over the river and stated hunting .
When we got hom Jacob was talking to dad ,mom ran to talk to grandma, and aunt Roslie and uncle Emett whent in to their room . "Nessie wanna go down to La Push with me" Jacob called when he saw me walking into the house. "Can I" I asked dad " be back by 7:30 no later " he agreed . Yes !! Now i dodn't have to lisen to mom and dad doing it today
I walked down the dimly lit halls to enduer another year of 9th grade . Somethims never growing up has it's dis-advanages." Remesee Cullen pay attention" Mrs.Zedong yelled to me as I stared out the window. I wandered into my room after school and waited till my parents came home from collage."Nessie, wanna go hunting with your anut Roselie and me" mom asked from down stairs. "Sure" I called back coming down the stairs. We ran into the forest ,jumped over the river and stated hunting .
When we got hom Jacob was talking to dad ,mom ran to talk to grandma, and aunt Roslie and uncle Emett whent in to their room . "Nessie wanna go down to La Push with me" Jacob called when he saw me walking into the house. "Can I" I asked dad " be back by 7:30 no later " he agreed . Yes !! Now i dodn't have to lisen to mom and dad doing it today
Isabella "Bella" Marie Swan (later Isabella Marie Cullen) is a clumsy, accident-prone teenage girl who moves from Phoenix, Arizona, to Forks, Washington, to live with her father, Charlie. Though many boys are attracted to her when she arrives, she falls in love with Edward Cullen, a mysterious boy she discovers to be a vampire. In an attempt to protect Bella from his lifestyle, Edward leaves her. Bella falls into a depression and is comforted by her friend, Jacob Black. She comes to love Jacob as well, though not as deeply as she loves Edward. She eventually marries Edward and, after a complicated pregnancy, gives birth to their daughter, Renesmee, and becomes a vampire at age 18. After Bella's transformation, she has the ability to shield her and others' minds from mental attacks.