AN: This is my first fanfiction and i hope you like it.
I DO NOT OWN CHARACTERS! I do however own the plot.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Yes?"
"Bells? Can I come in?" Billy Black, my dad's best friend, and my godfather called through my office door.
"Of course you can Billy. You don't have to ask." I called back just as he entered
I finished what I was typing and looked up.
"So what brings you here Bil…Billy what's wrong??" I asked a little panic seeping through as I took in his tear stained face.
"It's Charlie and Renee…there was an accident." It took me a moment to register what he was telling me.
"WHAT?!?! Are they ok?" I managed to choke out. But the look on his face confirmed my question, though he answered anyway.
"No. I'm so sorry Bella, they didn't make it" I sat staring at the wall behind his head for just a moment
"No! Are you sure?!?! This can't be happening! I just spoke to them this morning and they were perfectly FINE! NO…it's not true!" I managed to say while violent sobs ripped through my chest. Billy spoke again.
"Bella I am SO sorry. But they're gone. I wish I could have done something to help."
I awoke crying as hard as I have ever cried in my life…well since before my they died. GOD it has been over three years since the crash and I still cannot live up to the fact that I no longer have a mom and a dad.
"God Bella get a grip on yourself." I muttered to myself. I turned to look at my bedside clock. 5:00…time to get up and get to work. My boss Allan would kill me if I were to be late. AGAIN.
I turned the shower on as hot as I could stand it to relax my tense mussels after my restless night. I got out once the water started to turn cold and towel dried myself before I looked into the mirror.
"Holy Shit. What am I supposed to do to fix this mess?" I murmured to myself as looked at the face and hair I had to tackle this morning. Ugh NOT pretty. About an hour later my makeup was somewhat decent and my hair hung in naturally loopy mahogany curls. 'This is gonna have to do for today' I thought sarcastically. I looked at my watch and realized just how late it was. "SHIT" I yelled as I ran around the house my mom and dad left me in the will. I grabbed a granola bar and a mug full of my favorite French Vanilla coffee, that I absolutely could not function without, and ran out the door to my electric blue Ford
F-250. I looked at my watch one more time and decided a little bit of road rage would have to be tolerated this morning if I wanted to be on time this morning.
As I pulled up outside of Little Brown Book publishing house a few heads on the sidewalk turned to stare at my truck, and as I got out a few more heads turned…mostly from guys. I ran through the lobby just praying I wasn't having one of my rather embarrassing klutzy moments. Luck was on my side for once as I ran into the office without one mishap.
"Cutting it close there Bells." My secretary Angela stated the obvious.
"I know. I know. God I had a horrible night of sleep, therefore I looked horrible when I woke up and had to take extra time out this morning to make myself look even halfway decent." I spouted off in a frustrated monotone.
"Sorry Bells. Wanna talk about it?" that is so like Angela. I mean she is always there for me when I need her.
"Maybe later. Rite now I have got to get this book edited. Are we still going for lunch today?"
"OH! Sorry Bella, Ben asked me to meet him after his shift at the vet office. Tomorrow?"
"Sure Ang. Have fun with lover boy." I called over my shoulder as I made my way to my office.
Three hours, two crappy books and a maybe, maybe not, later and I was ready for some food. I saved my documents and headed out to lunch.
I never saw the truck coming. One second I was singing alongside Carrie Underwood's 'Cowboy Casanova' and the next there are tires screeching, and all I had time to think was "here I come mom and dad' before the truck was barreling into my side and the world around me went black.
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