Tuesdays
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own anything. Everything belongs to the brilliant Stephanie Meyer.
Bella P.O.V
"Bells, wake up. You better start walking soon if you want to make it on time." Charlie called from the bottom of the stairs.
I sighed, and slowly climbed out of bed. Leaving my warm bed, the coldness of my room bit at my cheeks and arms, and a shiver ran down my spine. Today was what, Tuesday? Great. Tomorrow was the Back To School Dance, and all my friends basically forced me to come with all their whining and complaining.
I couldn't say I was going to Port Angeles again, because I'd already used that once before. I couldn't pretend to be sick, because then Charlie would fuss over me and make sure I was taking medicine. I didn't want to be taking medicine for something I didn't even have. So I decided the best way was to just go. I mean, everyone will be happy right? All my friends, Charlie- especially Mike-, everyone but me.
I grabbed my toiletry bag off my desk and trudged my way to the washroom. I was walking to school today because my truck was with Jacob at the moment. Something weird must have happened, or I must have pushed it too hard one day because it just wouldn't start. I didn't like the option of walking very much, because I was feeling extra sluggish. Maybe because it was only Tuesday and the dance was tomorrow, or maybe because of all this rain we were getting. More than usual, and I didn't like it one bit.
I quickly did my daily washing-up routine, and went back to my room. I walked to my closet and picked out a simple outfit. I didn't really feel like fussing over my clothing today, so I picked dark blue jeans, a printed white t-shirt, and a white long-sleeve sweater. Man, I feel really sluggish today dont I? I walked down the stairs to find Charlie sitting at the kitchen table, reading a news paper. His face looked a little worried, and he looked up at me.
"How are you going to get to school today Bells? I know your truck is with Jacob, I talked to Billy the other day. Do you want me to give you a lift?"
I imagined Charlie pulling up in front of the school parking lot in the cruiser , and I didn't enjoy it very much. Besides, walking would clear out my mind and I could listen to my iPod the whole way.
"It's ok Ch- dad. I'll walk. It's only about 15 minutes. I need a good walk anyways."
He looked a little disappointed, but he turned back to his newspaper. I grabbed a granola bar and I made my way too the door. I was pulling on my white, puffy jacket when I heard Charlie calling to me.
"Are you sure you don't want a ride?"
I turned around to see Charlie looking more desperate than usual, and his voice was pleading.
"I'm sure."
I was still a little hesitant, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I added
"Thanks for offering though!"
I tried to sound cheerful, but my lack of my emotions this morning only made me produce a half-hearted smile. I stepped out the door, grabbed my iPod out of my jacket pocket and started walking towards the school.
It wasn't raining, but it was a musky morning and it smelled like limber and rain. I paced myself, wanting to be a little bit early so I could start the morning off not being rushed. I passed the green trees, the green grass, the green- well, everything. I was listing to some depressing screamo music because its how I felt. Depressed, and I wanted to scream.
When I got to school, I was one of the last people there, and I had about 1 and a half minutes to get all my stuff ready and organized. This wasn't going to be a good day. I ran to my Biology class a couple minutes late, and I was so tired, I even couldn't concentrate on my work. The only thoughts that were in my head were the ones of the school dance tomorrow.
School went by in a blur, and before I knew it, I was walking back home. I passed the same green trees, and smelled the same smell musky smell of limber and rain, and all I wanted to do was go home. When I did get home, Charlie hadn't come back yet, so I scooped the remaining of last nights spaghetti on a plate, covered it in saran wrap, put it in the fridge and left a note on the fridge for when he did get home. Not being hungry at the moment, I slowly made my way upstairs- dragging my backpack along behind me.
When I got to my room, I threw my bag at the wall and changed into the closest, comfiest clothing I could find. I grabbed by toiletry bag, went to the washroom and quickly washed myself up. When I got back to my room, It took about 3 hours to do my homework. Because you weren't paying attention! Duh. You just cant let your mind wander like that... My mind was arguing with me. When I was finally finished, I looked at the clock.
"6:30...hmm" I wondered aloud.
I went downstairs, and Charlie still wasn't back yet. I went to the living room and switched on the TV.
"Police say that the murderer is now lurking around Forks area, and he-"
Click
"One witness says: 'I don't know what happened, It all just happened right in front of my eyes. One minute he was alive the other, dead-'"
Click
"LIVE:
Police of Forks, Washington are currently joining with the Port Angeles Force where the murderer is supposedly hiding. We will be back soon with more news."
I sat there watching the TV screen is horror when the phone rang. My heart almost stopped, and I slowly made my way to the phone.
"Hello?" I whispered.
For some reason, I was thinking that it would be the murderer. I don't know why, but its like watching The Ring, and the next time the phone rings, your scared to pick it up because your afraid you might die in 7 days.
"Isabella?" I heard Charlie's hoarse voice over the phone.
I was shocked. First, because I haven't heard Charlie use my full name ever since I moved to forks. Second, because I was glad it wasn't the murderer.
"Dad! Where are you? I was watching the news about some murderer, and I-"
"Isabella," He said my full name again. I was beginning to get scared, and I looked around the room while I twirled the phone cord in my fingers.
"I don't want you to panic, but I have to stay over at the Station in Port Angeles for a couple of nights. Don't worry, Its really nothing. Just don't do anything crazy while I'm gone ok?"
"But dad-"
"No 'buts'. Don't worry about anything. The murderer is supposedly in Port Angeles, and if he comes anywhere near Forks, I'll personally get him myself and bring his head back on a silver plate."
I have never heard Charlie been so violent about someone before. The most angry I've ever seen him was when he argued with Renee all those years ago.
"Ok dad. So basically the house is going to be empty for a couple of days, and I shouldn't do anything crazy while you gone. Got it."
"That's my Bella." I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Dad, promise me one thing."
"What is it Bells?"
"Please, oh PLEASE try and be safe."
"I promise. Bye Bella, I love you." I stood there speechless for a second.
I haven't heard Charlie say 'I love you' for a really long time. It touched me, but I realized something was going on, and it wasn't good.
"I love you to dad." I replyed after gathering my thoughts.
I sniffled a little, and he hung up.
Little did I know, some promises are hard to keep.