Bella and Jacob

Talk

I went in through the back door hoping to avoid Charlie but I ended up running right into him.

Charlie sat there with his arms by his side and with a sad and worried expression. I sat there not saying anything because if I did, it would sound dry and dead.

"Where have you been?" He didn't sound mad so I figured that as a free pass.

"I went out...." My voice sounded dead great, more worry. It was amazing how good I could lie now.

"Where?"

"None of your business!" I exploded

Charlie cringed back and looked away from me. What did I do now? What was my punishment?

"Look bells. I'm just really worried about you. You don't do anything anymore after.... They left. You don't eat, you don't talk, you barely move. It's like your dead." Charlie looked like he would cry.

"Charlie, I'm fine. Stop worrying about me. I can take care of myself." I started walking upstairs when Charlie grabbed my wrist pulling me back.

"When was the last time you ate?" Charlie looked at me with pure concern and seriousness.

About two months ago.....

"I don't know dad. Why does it matter? I'm fine...." I tried pulling away but it was like wrestling with a bolder, he wouldn't budge.

"Bella, just promise me that you will take care of yourself. For me. I don't want to lose you." Charlie's eyes bored into mine. I didn't trust them.

"Sure dad...." I lied.

Charlie looked at me for a few seconds and then let me go. I ran up to my room and slammed the door shut and locked it.

I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. What are you doing Bella? Making promises? You know you can't keep them! What is the point?

I know. Why am I making promises? Every promise I made was broken. Even the promise.....He...Made was broken as soon as it came out of his mouth. That was what hurt the most.

Oh no. I'm going through the past again. I needed to think of something else....

Talk to jake. He's your friend right?

Was he my friend? I sure didn't treat him like it. But what can I say? I wasn't in my right mind or body. I'm basically a walking corpse. I walked to the folding chair and stared out the window like I have been doing so many times before.

I was sure I was imagining it but I heard traps at my window. I didn't know who or what it was but I didn't bother getting up to see what it was. The noise didn't stop. It got so annoying that I forced myself up and went to see who had the nerve to bother me.

It was Jake. He was still dressed like before but he added a shirt this time. He had rocks in his hand and when he saw me, he waved to me and motioned to the widow. I struggled to get the window open, probably because it hasn't been opened in who knows how many years.

"Hey Bella!" Jake waved

"What do you want jacob?"

"Can you come out? I want to talk to you." Jacob threw the rocks into a nearby bush and smiled sheepishly at me.

"I don't know. You'll have to talk to Charlie." I shrugged

"Bella please? Talk to him? You know he loves when you come and see me. Just ask him?" Jacob pleaded. That is so not fair.

"I'll talk to him. Stay." I ordered

"Yes ma'am!" Jacob sat on the ground in a way a cat does which confused me to the point of stupidity. I rolled my eyes and walked to the kitchen.