Paralyzed Love
This story is about when Bella moves back to Forks because she heard that her father has died after he told her he didn't want her anymore. What happens when Bella starts working at the local Hospital and a gorgeous, mute, paralyzed man comes in after a horrible train crash?
It felt like a stab in the heart.
"Bella…just please go. It will make it easier on both of us." Charlie said as sensitively as he could.
"But ... why? What did I …" I didn't understand what I did. I was going crazy. So many thoughts were going through my head. I was speechless for a short moment before he yelled furiously at me.
"Don't you get it? I don't want you anymore!" he hesitated, and then screamed at the top of his lungs.
"GET OUT! I never want to see you again! I don't love you anymore."
My heart stopped. I felt lifeless... What happened within these last few weeks that I did? I looked at my once loving father, whose lap I used to sit on and put my little arms around his neck as he'd say, "You'll always be my princess… always."
I whispered to myself "Always," When I remembered the situation I was in. I looked up immediately with tears running down my face. There was my father, his face was white, and he looked as if he was in a lot of physical pain. He took a step forward, as if to hug me and then stepped back and said, "Please Bella ... go." He huffed, and walked over to the door. Grabbing the handle and opening it to the pouring rain.
I couldn't take this. I tried to move my legs but it felt like I was stuck there. I stared at him and than, not even acknowledging what I was doing I ran into the rain, straight for my car. I couldn't even bare to glance back at the man who just hurt me so badly.
"Bella, I'm sorry." I heard my father whisper. I couldn't look back... I just kept running.
When I got to my car I unlocked the door and put the key in the ignition. I finally looked back at my father's house and I saw him kneeling in the rain with his hands to his face sobbing uncontrollably.
I stepped on the gas and was down the road in seconds. I was finally taking in all of what just happened. My father just abandoned me…and I had no other place to stay in forks. I could go to phoenix with my Mom, but she was happy with her new husband Phil, and I didn't want to mess up what they had going by me coming there so upset from what my father just did.
I didn't have any other choice. I had no place to stay. I had to call my mom and tell her what had just happened
I pulled out my phone and started dialing her number when I realized that I was shacking, and I couldn't pay attention. I pulled over to the side of the road and started redialing her number.
Ring Ring Ring.
"Hello?" answered my mother Renee.
Once I heard her voice I couldn't help but start crying uncontrollably.
I could barely hear her over my loud crying. I tried to control myself, but that took a couple minutes. Meanwhile I could hear my mother in the background trying to sooth my horrible sobbing.
When I got control of myself I told my mother everything that had happened.
When I finished with my story I heard my mother sigh.
"Bella, honey, I'm going to call the airport and get you an immediate flight.
Is that ok?" asked my mother.
"Yeah mom, that's great. I really need you right now." I replied.
"Alright you go ahead and get yourself to the airport. Make sure you have your passport and all of your information. I love you, and I'll see you soon. Goodbye my Bella."
24 hours later
I woke up with an extremely painful headache. Probably from all the crying I had done the day before.
I heard a light knock on the door. "Bella, are you awake?" asked my mother wearily.
"Yes mom, I'm awake. You can come in." I looked up at the door as my mother walked in. I was so embarrassed from my beat red face that I (as usual) blushed and put my head down.
My mom sat next to me and let out a big sigh. I peeked up at her through my long brown hair. She looked upset, and sort of irritated.
"Mom, this isn't any of your fault, don't blame yourself." I said pleadingly.
"Yes, yes is it Bella. I should have never let you go back to your father's. I knew that he would hurt you." She said angrily
I sighed. She was blaming herself for something my father did, and it upset me. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I hated my father for making my mother feel this way. Than I could see my mother looking at me with questioning eyes. I realized I had tensed up and my face was in a pout.
"Mom… I love you, and I want you to realize that this is none of your fault, and that I will take care of this."(I lied)
"Ok Bella. I believe you." My mom still sounded like she wasn't convinced.
Now I felt bad for lying to her.
"Things happen for a reason I guess, but I wonder what the reason is for what dad did to me." As I started thinking about what he said to me I felt a tear go down my face.
My mom whipped it off and said "Something good will happen, Bella. Just you wait!"
Maybe something good will happen.
Maybe I just need to wait for it.
One year later
I woke up to a loud crash coming from the kitchen, and a crying noise.
It sounded like my mother. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. I found my mother sitting on the kitchen floor crying with the phone in her hands.
"What's wrong Mom? Are you ok?" I didn't now what could have made my mother so upset.
"It's…It's, It's your father Bella. He's dead." My mother started crying again, but even louder.
"WH…WH… what?" I couldn't believe what I had just heard.
Everything over the past year had been so great. I had gotten a job, and I had finally started getting over what my father did. I was happy. My life was better, and my Mom and Phil had no problem with me being there. We actually got along really well.
"He died of a heart attack… he left everything he had to you. We have to go back to forks and clean out the house. The funeral is in 3 days so we have to leave today." I could tell that my Mom was still upset about it, but now she was trying to be the responsible parent she always had been.
I got up and slowly walked up the stairs. When I was half way up I heard my mother say, "Bella, you don't have to go. You know if it's too hard for you.
I can clean out the house, and we can sell it. You can stay here and…"
I cut her off on that. I was upset with my father but I wouldn't miss his funeral, even if he put me through a lot. I still loved him, and he was still my father.
"No. I will go. You go ahead and call the airport. I will pack our bags. Is Phil coming?" I don't know why I asked but if he was, I would have to start packing for him.
"No, he's going to a baseball game in New York. We'll only be a couple days. He'll be fine." She didn't seem so sure about the fine part but I knew he would be alright.
I ran up the stairs and threw myself on the bed. I was not prepared to have to go back to my father's house. I hadn't planned it to happen this way. I wanted to see my father again and work out all that had happened. Find out why he had made me leave.
Not to go back to his house and find it empty. Not to ever see him alive again. Not to ever hear him say "You'll always be my princess…Always." I cut myself off right there. I would not put myself through more than I needed to. It was time to go back and face my fears. To face my father's body… to face my life before it was separated by him.