7 Years
Chp 1.
"Bella"
"Hmmm" I said.
"Your home honey." Charlie my father said.
"I must have fallen asleep."
"You had a long flight."
"I have dad."
"Well I haven't changed your room at all. I was secretly hoping you would come back."
"That's sweet dad. Thanks."
Charlie took the luggage out of the cruiser and into the house as I opened the door with the key that was under the eave.
Walking into the house I smelled that familiar smell from my childhood. I peeked into the living room. It was the same still. The kitchen was the same. Everything was still the same. So much so that I felt the tears coming back again. I'd been holding them off all the way home on the plane. "No I am not going to do this." I told myself quietly so Charlie couldn't hear me.
"Did you want to sleep some more?"
"No I think I will unpack Ch- Dad." I had to stop doing that.
"Okay. I will take these up for you then." He said picking up the luggage.
"Thanks."
I was dreading my room. I was going to remember everything as soon as I went in. I knew the feelings were still there and I didn't want to feel them just yet. But the time I had no choice. It was my room after all.
Charlie was already up the stairs so I followed him. I watched from the doorway as he placed the suitcases on the bed for me. I looked around from the door and he really wasn't kidding when he said nothing was changed. Everything was still in its place. Nothing had moved.
I followed Charlie to the bed instead of hovering in my doorway. Charlie left me with my suitcases. He wasn't one to hover or linger if he didn't need to. I was about to collapse when I sat down on the bed.
I remembered every conversation I had with Edward in this bed. Every night till that dreadful day. I didn't want to do this yet. I wanted to stay sane for a little while longer. I shook my head as the tears started to fall down my cheeks. "Snap out of it Bella." I told myself.
I opened my first suitcase and unpacked its contents to the right areas. I opened the closet and there it was starring me in the face. The radio. The radio that Emmett, Rosalie and Jasper had given to me on my 18th birthday. The disastrous 18th birthday. The wires were hanging out every which way. I remembered clawing the thing out the day I decided to get mad. I remembered the other gifts and that night. Alice had so many pink roses and a cake. I remembered opening the gift from Esme and Carlisle at my home because Edward had opened it for me. Two plane tickets to Florida. One for me and one for him. I had got a cd from Edward with my lullaby on it and the radio. I looked away and finished hanging up my clothes. I had the whole weekend to gather my thoughts and self. Monday I started as a teacher in Seattle. I couldn't teach in Forks. It would be too hard with all the memories.
Later that night Charlie took me to the Lodge. It was so I didn't have to cook dinner my first night back. And I decided to call him on it. "Dad I could have cooked you know."
"No- because there is nothing in the pantry to cook."
"Oh." I paused. "I'll have to go do some shopping tomorrow or Sunday then."
"Okay Bells."
That night sleeping was hard. I tossed and turned and had the same dream that had been the cause of coming home in the first place.
'Edward no Jacob is my friend. He was only protecting me'
'But do you know what he is what he can do Bella.'
'I don't care. Just don't hurt him please.'
'Fine.'
That was when my dream usually shifted to the near run in with Victoria. I was running and swimming and trying to get back to shore. When Jacob tried to kill her. The dream shifted again and I was leaving on a plane to New York to go to school. That is usually when I woke up. This time was no exception. I jolted awake and sat up ramrod straight terrified something else was going to happen to me.