I was in shock. Or at least I though I was. Why? Why would she do this?
To me, to my life. I had nothing against him - but wasn't a big fan either, now more than ever.
I was almost robotic organising the contents of each suitcase, pick up, fold, put down etc. My head was thumping as my mind was in overdrive, how the hell was I going to cope? I hadn't changed schools in my entire life. It kind of felt like I was being shipped off to boarding school like a poorly behaved 10yr old.
Where the hell was Forks anyway? Vaguely remembering one of my annual visits there. Well at least I will have plenty of time to work out where it was, seeing as though I'd be calling it home soon enough.. I snorted to myself.
The flight was long but the ride hom-er-Forks.. from the airport seemed longer with Charlie making an attempt at small talk.. It actually made me feel a little more at ease knowing that he was as uncomfortable as I was.
"Chief Swan", a man in a wheelchair greeted us with a smirk as we pulled in the driveway. Familiar.. "Nice to see you back home Isabella!" he warmly greeted me, "It's nice to be home Billy" I softly mumbled in reply, as Charlie shot me a look of amusement.
I managed to stumble over something while walking up the drive way to the house, something metal and heavy... "I'm so sorry for leaving that there, I was meant to tidy up before you got here" the unfamiliar voice sighed. That was strange, I didn't notice anyone else here but Billy, Charlie and I.
I swivelled quickly trying hard to not trip over again.
In front of me stood a 6ft something chiselled sculpture, I must have actually fallen and hit my head pretty hard to provoke this concussion that I must be in. Yes that had to be it.
"Bella?" the beautiful voice asked, a confused look crossed the sculptures face, and by that time I was working out that I wasn't in a coma on the ground hallucinating, and that I was gawking at a very real person who was nearly about to burst with a roar of laughter.
*thump*