Why Are Goodbye's So Hard?
So this is my new story I hope you all enjoy this. My story why is on hold atm I just feel I can't carry on with that one right now but who know in the future I may continue. But anyways here my new story hope you like it.
Chapter one
I'm Leaving!
I came home to find Phil dead and my Mom tied up.
"Ahhh Isabella, finally." A man said as he turned around to face me.
He had longish blond hair and creepy blue eyes that where cold just like him.
"LEAVE MY BABY ALONE." My Mom shouted.
He got annoyed with her and started to hit her hard.
"STOP." I shouted but he ignored me and he carried on hitting her.
"Run baby." Was my Mothers last words before he shot her dead.
"Mom, Mom, No, No, No." I said sobbing hard.
"Shut up." He said pulling me up by my arm.
"Get off of me you bastard." I spat as my tears fell harder.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, you bitch." He said slapping me hard around the face.
"Or what." I said scared of what he would do after he has just killed my Mom and stepdad.
"Or you will just find out you spoilt little shit." He said dragging me up to my room.
I knew what he was going to do and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop him but I wasn't giving in without a fight.
He started to take my clothes off while I was trying to fight him off.
"GET OFF, PLEASE, STOP. DON'T DO THIS. PLEASE." I begged.
But he never did, the tears came down faster and he hovered on top of me before completely coming down on me. I screamed, I hit but he did stop once he just carried on like the sick bastard he was.
Beep Beep Beep Beep
A scream escaped my lips as I heard my alarm go off. I woke up in a sweat with tears falling down. My pillow was soaked from where I cried myself to sleep and all the tears that fell during the night.
My Dad came running in and he took one look at me and I could see the sadness and pity in his eyes clear as the day. I hated hope people know looked at me with pity, I couldn't take it anymore so I boke eye contact with him as he came to hug me as I let my tear's fall.
I have had that same nightmare over and over every time I shut my eyes, but it wasn't a nightmare to me because this actually did happen and I was never going to forget that night a week ago.
The hospital discharged me a week ago, they said the bruising would eventually go down and so will the cuts fade in time but my thoughts never would as my mind kept replaying what happened that night over and over. This was it for me I was never going to be that normal seventeen year old, now I was the broken, raped girl who lost everything that meant so much to her.
I begrudgingly got up and out of his hold on me to take a shower and get dressed.
As soon as my Dad Charlie found out he came straight here, we've been staying at my aunties Sarah's for this past week. I couldn't go back into the house I called my home for the last four years, so Charlie got the job of going there to pack all of my stuff and some other bits I wrote down that I wanted him to get me.
This past week has been the worst I hardly ever come out of my room, I haven't eaten properly in days and I haven't spoken a work since that night.
I knew that Charlie and Sarah were getting more worried by the second but I couldn't bring myself to talk, I just couldn't cope with all of this, it was just getting to the point where I wish I was dead.
"Morning sweetie." Sarah my auntie said sadly.
"Morning Bells." My Dad said.
I just gave them a small smile telling them I had heard what they said.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
And I don't know what happened but anger filled me and I just wanted to scream.
"How am I feeling? Are you serious?" I shouted Tears leaking down my face so fast.
I don't know where all this anger came from but I couldn't help it. "Bella, she was only asking. We are worried about you Bella, we are glad you are speaking." Charlie said.
"oh so as long as I'm talking everything is fine, you know what I can't stay here can we go home." I said as more tears fell.
"Okay, you sure?" Sarah said.
"Yes, I just can't be here, I have to do this Sarah, I can't stay here anymore." I said.
"Baby, what about all your friends. Everything is here?" She said back.
"What friends Sarah, I have no one and after everything that has happened I just can't be around here." I shouted as a few tears escaped.
"You can stay here for as long as you want." She begged.
"I can't ,I have to do this, I don't have any other choice, I can't stay here, there are too many bad memories." I said sadly.
"Fine." She said giving up.
"I'll go book the tickets." Charlie said.
"The flight is at half eight." Charlie said.
"Okay." I said going upstairs to pack.
An hour later I was all packed, after putting all my bags in to his rental car, I went back inside to say my goodbyes to my auntie and then we would go to my Mom and Phil graves to say my last goodbyes.
"Thank you, for letting me stay." I said giving her a kiss and cuddle.
"Its fine baby girl, you're welcome anytime you want and you are as well Charlie." She said.
"Thank you." I said before getting into the car.
I heard my Dad say goodbye to Sarah and her telling him to look after me properly.
Finally he got into the car and we were on our way. About an hour later we arrived at my Mom and Phil's graves.
"Hi Mom." I said as my tears fell.
"I miss you soo much all i think and all I see is that night playing over and over again, how am I supposed to deal with all this Mom, I need help I feel like I'm going insane."
I stayed there for a few more hours sitting there talking to them, all while my tears where falling faster.
"Excuse me miss." Some old creepy looking man said.
Which made me scream in shock to how much he looked like James.
My dad came running over to me and try to calm me down.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave it's Half five and I need to lock the gates." He said to my dad.
"Okay." He said getting up and helping me up.
After calming me down enough I said my goodbyes and me and Charlie where back on the road on the way to the airport.
"Are you sure about this kiddo?." Charlie asked.
"Mmm." Was all I said.
Was I sure? I don't really know all I know is maybe a change of place would be good but how wrong can a person be?
An hour later and we were checking into our flight. Once we were boarded and ready to take off it all hit me like a ton of bricks.
Everything that has happened this last week. Tears fell down my face freely. Charlie turned to say something when he saw me crying, he pulled me to him and hugged me close like he used to when I was a kid and spoke sweet nothings into my ear.
After a while I eventually fell asleep, which I soon then woke up screaming from. Charlie tried to sooth me but nothing worked and I started to hyperventilate.
"Some one help." Charlie shouted.
"I'm a doctor." A blond hair beautiful Greek god said.
"Bella let him help you please baby." Charlie said.
"Okay, Bella, I need you to try and calm down, I need you to slow your breathing. Can you do that for me sweetie." He said.
I tried and I fought against it after a while I calmed down and managed to breath properly.
"How do you feel now sweetie." The doctor said.
"Erm better. Thank you…" I said trailing off wondering what his name was.
"Carlise Cullen." He said holding his hand out for me.
I shook his hand and thanked him again.
An hour later and we had finally landed and we were on our hour drive to Forks.
It was around half eleven the time we got home. Charlie helped me up with all my stuff.
"Right kiddo, I'm off to bed so see you in the morning." He said kissing my check.
"Night dad." I said.
After he left I unpacked everything to keep myself busy so my thoughts wouldn't wonder.
It took an hour to unpack my stuff, after showering and getting into my old sweats and baggy t-shirt, I laid on my bed as everything came crushing down on me.
I don't know how long I laid there crying for but eventually I feel into my nightmares.
Was moving here the right thing to do or have I just made everything so much worse.