I own nothing...
Ugh. I'm now stuck in this god forsaken town. No where to run free, no one to be myself with. I am trapped in this tiny town. If only mother had been careful when she went hunting…no, I can't think about that now.
There are no ifs, only dids. And now I'm here. The last in my family line.
Grandmother…dead. Mother…dead. And now just a father left who I haven't seen for years. God help me get through this.
The taxi pulled me up to the small house, and I stepped out. I threw a fifty at the driver and grabbed my bags. "Keep the change," I muttered. I looked down at my bags. A duffle and two suitcases. Not much for all my belongings. I heaved a great sigh and walk through the door.
"Bella!" Charlie walked up, grinning and pulled me into a hug. Then suddenly, he got somber and said " I'm so sorry about your mother. If there's anything I can do for you tell me." Great, I had been getting that line from about everyone I knew.
"I'm doing ok Char-Dad," He gave a small smile and pulled me into another bear hug. He seemed to get over that stage of remorse quickly. Then again, what could I expect? He and my mother married at a young 18.
It seemed their marriage was more on an impulse rather then true love because, two years later, they split up and my mom took custody of me. Well, she had to, considering I refused to leave her.
Charlie led me up stairs, "Here's your room. I fixed it up a bit since you haven't lived here in a while" I threw my bags on the bed and looked around the room. It had a single bed that creaked when I threw my bags on it.
There was a small closet in a corner and a dusty table with a mirror over it. In the other corner was an old wooden desk with an ancient looking PC on it. It was painted a pale green color that resembled spit up.
Wonderful. At least it gave me a project.
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