Mommy had put me into bed at eight, after she had given me a bath. Tears were filling my eyes as Mommy was yelling at Daddy from downstairs. She tried to soothe me, but nothing she could say would make me stop crying. I was too scared to go to bed. What if I woke up in the morning and Mommy wasn't in the house? What did Mommy do that made Daddy mad?
"Bella, its okay," She brushed my hair away from my forhead. "Daddy's just tired, he'll get over it."
I will never forget the look in her eyes when he called her name from downstairs. "Renee!"
Renee sighed and kissed my forhead. "I promise that everything will be fine. Go to sleep now, Isabella."
When she went downstairs I couldn't fall asleep. Their fighting was what kept me up. I almost fell off the bed when Mommy stomped her feet up the stairs, then slammed my bedroom door open. She held me in her arms, grabbed her suitcase in her right hand, and walked right out the front door into the cold air.
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This time I wasn't crying. This time Mom wasn't fighting with Dad, she was fighting with Phil. My new Stepfather. This time it was me who grabbed the suitcase full of clothes and started to walk out the door. When I stood behind the front door, I knew that Renee was looking at me with worried eyes. I didn't dare to look at her, because I would end up crying.
"I'm sorry, Mom." I took a breath. "I can't take this anymore. I have to move out, I'm going to live with Dad."
"Bella!" Renee gasped.
"I'll be back, eventually... When you two stop fighting. I know you guys fight over me, so I'm guessing that when I leave, life will be easier on you two." That was the last thing I said before walking out into the cold.
I zippered my jacket up closer to my neck as I walked down the sidewalk. I just couldn't look in the big living room window. I took out my phone that was in my pocket and decided to call Charlie. I knew that he would let me live with him no matter what.
"Dad?" I asked, when somebody answered.
"Bella?" He sounded tired. "What's wrong?"
"Sorry, to call you so late." I sighed. "I can't take their fighting anymore... so I told Mom I was going to live with you."
"Where are you?" Charlie asked, his voice full of concern now.
"Outside of my house, where that bench is." I explained.
Charlie cleared his throat. "I'm coming to get you, stay where you are."
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Should I continue? If I do, I promise that the chapter will be longer.