New Life, New Love

"Belle?" My mom peered in through my now empty room.

"Yeah. I'm coming mom." I smiled up at her before exiting the room for the last time. I didn't even look back. "Wow. I can't believe this is it. We're actually leaving Oregon."

As we walked down the stairs and towards the front door my mom's turned her head and looked at me.

"You know, your dad and I thought you would be a little sadder about this. It's almost like you are happy to leave. Aren't you going to miss your friends?"

My smile turned into a frown. "Well yeah, but....I...I just like the idea of moving far away to a foreign country."
I half-lied. Yeah, moving to a new country was exciting, but that wasn't why I was happy to move.

I slid into the car the airport sent us. I accidentally kicked my brother's leg.

"Watch it, Belle." He snapped.
"Geez, sorry, Jon." I apologized.
He was usually much nicer to me, but he really didn't want leave. He was captain of the soccer team at our school...our old school.

"Mom?" My sister Grace called from the back.
"Yes, sweetie?"
"How long will it be until we get to England?"
"A long time. It's far. Really far."
"Do we really have to go?" She whined.
"Yes, now stop whining!" I chimed in.
"Bella Hope! You do not talk to your sister like that."
"Sorry." I mumbled.

It wasn't long until we reached PDX and we were boarding our plane.
I smiled to myself as I thought about my mom's words.
"It's far. Really far."

Far. I liked that.

-------In the Car on the way to Holmes Chapel--------


The sun was peering through the window. I smiled to myself, thinking how I finally got away.

Anybody who met me would think I was perfect, they would think my life was perfect.
But it wasn't.
I had an amazing family, my parents were in love, I had a sister who looked up to me and an older brother who looked after me. Or tried to look after me....

My grades were pretty good, I had friends in Oregon. I wasn't extremely popular, but I had a good amount of friends.

I also had a good amount of enemies. People who tormented me every time I stepped foot in school.
They would shove me around, punch me, kick me.
They would say the worst things to me. Slut. Whore. Ugly. Unloved. Stupid.

Worthless.

And the threats. Those were scary. I would open up my locker to see threatening notes.
One of the last ones I got was written in blood on a little torn piece of paper.

"Don't forget to check your closet at night."

*Flashback*

I threw the note away in the trash. Disgusting.
Who would be willing to use their own blood to threaten someone. I shook my head.
I walked home, frowning.
Then I saw them. Well, only two of them. I sighed. I tensed up, knowing was lying ahead.

"Heeeey Belle!" Her voice made me want to throw up.
"Maya, let's finish what we started."
"Amber, go for her hair."
Immediately, a hand pulled on my ponytail, yanking me back. My back slammed into the sidewalk as I groaned.
I felt a harsh kick to my side. The pain began grow.
I heard more voices coming. Crap.
"Ladies. Ladies. Leave this to the pros." His voice sounded like daggers.
I felt his breath on my ear, signaling his near presence.
"Andrew. Please. No."
"I love it when you say my name." His cold lips pressed to my neck. He was kneeling down next to me as I was still lying on the ground.
Brady came up to me and smirked. "How pathetic is this ugly waste of space." His nasty smirk broke into laughter.
I felt Andrew's cold hand work its way down my side. I could hear the girls laughing at my distress.
He started to pull down on my jeans.
"Please." I pleaded
"Oh you want me to keep going?" Immediately, he straddled me. My fists were held tightly in his hands as he slammed them down into the concrete. I shut my eyes, trying to stop my tears.
I felt his crotch rub hard against mine. My eyes flew open.
"Andrew! Please, don't!"
Fear overtook my body as I trembled. I didn't want to lose my virginity like this. Knowing Andrew, he wouldn't mind raping a girl. He was a demon.

"As ugly as you are. I wouldn't mind fucking your brains out." He threw his head back and laughed.
I felt Brady's foot hit the side of my head as I tried to squirm away from Andrew's grip.
My vision became fuzzy. They usually only gave me one serious blow and a mouthful of horrible insults, but this time they did't stop hitting me. I felt Andrew's hand slam across my cheek.
I started screaming. I hoped someone would hear me, or someone would drive by and help me.
But no one was around.
Just my luck.

Andrew let go of my wrists and grabbed my head, he hit it against the concrete.
"SHUT UP BITCH! Do as I fucking say. You're only making things worse for yourself."

My head was throbbing. Something weird happened. My mouth started to taste like metal. Huh?

"Andrew..." I heard Maya's nasal voice say.
"What." Andrew snapped
"Nevermind." She quieted
Maya had noticed that there was blood filling my mouth. She was warning Andrew, not for my benefit, but for theirs. Obviously, they didn't want to get in serious trouble for hurting me.

I slapped Andrew across the face.
My other hand (still fisted) went for his groin.
"ARRGH" I squirmed away from Andrew as he rolled over in pain.
But then Brady grabbed me and kicked me in the stomach.
I started spewing up blood, cough after cough. I was heaving uncontrollably.

"Shit! Brady! We can't get caught!!!" Amber whelped.
"Leave the worthless bitch. Let's go!" I heard one of them say, I couldn't make out who. My ears were ringing loudly. My head felt like it was about to explode.

My sight went black.

I woke up later, and it was already dark.

After lots of cursing and wincing, I finally was able to walk the rest of the way home. I wasn't that far away. I came into my house, and looked at the clock. Whew. I was always supposed to be home by 8 and it was 7:45.
I heard my mom's voice through the kitchen.
"Belle? Honey? Is that you? We ordered pizza for dinner and dad is still working so just come grab a slice whenever you are ready. The rest of us ate already."

Thank god. There was no way I could go through a family dinner right now. I scurried up the stairs to change out of my bloody clothes.
I looked at myself in the mirror and began to cry.
I looked awful.

I jumped in the shower, and got ready for bed. I wasn't hungry. My head was throbbing and I was about ready to fall into into my covers when I remembered my note from earlier.

I gulped down as I made my way to the closet.

I slid the door and fell back when I saw it.

My eyes widened in horror as I stared at the bloody baby doll they somehow managed to place in my closet.

I walked over to it and picked it up. I looked at it and saw a big red X on the crotch of the baby.

What?

On the back of the doll was a note.

"X marks the spot. -Andrew"

I threw the doll back in the closet and closed the door, running to my bed. I got under the covers trying to forget the pain as I cried to myself all night.

*End of flashback*

I still have nightmares about that day. Hopefully those will fade away with my new life here in England.

I shook my head when I remembered coming home the next day to see my crying mom with the doll in hand. My dad wouldn't stop questioning me all night.
They suspected. They sometimes found other sketchy notes. But I never told them. I was too ashamed.

The next week after the doll incident, my dad announced we were moving.

"This is our new neighborhood." My dad called from the right seat as he drove slowly so we could take it all in.

That was weird. The driver's seat and the passenger's seat were switched in this country.

I watched as I saw two guys walking down the street. Their appearances frightened me.

One was blonde and was covered in tattoos and piercings. He was laughing at what the other one had said.
The other one had a beanie on, but I could see a couple of brown curls sticking out. He had tattoos but not as many as the other had.
He glanced over at our car and raised an eyebrow. Thank god our windows were tinted.
They gave me a bad feeling.

I heard my dad mutter harshly under his breath. He hated guys like that.
My mom looked at them a little worried.

"Belle and Grace. Those are the kind of boys you try to avoid." My mom said as she let out a nervous chuckle.
"Try to avoid? No. Avoid. Period. And not just those boys. Any boys, but especially those boys." My dad laughed but I knew he was serious.

I let out a huff to pretend I was annoyed but I was actually smiling to myself. I loved how protective my dad was of me.

"Welcome home." My dad stopped the car in front of a quaint house.

Notes

Okaay so long chapter, but I wanted to give some good background. What do you guys think so far?


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