Disclaimer: Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, creator of one of my favorite people-Edward Cullen.
Prologue
Goodbye
Bella's Point of View
I tugged at my suitcase and began to pull it downstairs to my truck. About half way down, I tripped on my shoe, sending me tumbling down the stairs, my overloaded bag right behind me.
"Bella?" my dad Charlie called, his voice was colored with worry. He jumped up from the couch and hurried over to help me. My dad was in his usual attire for an afternoon off, an oversized, wrinkled t-shirt, and his faded sweat pants. For being over fifty, my dad actually looked quite young. Not one gray hair speckled his matt of rusty brown curls, and his brown eyes were surrounded by only light laughter lines. Ever since I can remember he has looked like that, never giving in to the monthly styles that determined if you were 'in' or looked your age.
After making sure that I was okay, he and I headed out the front door to load up my belongings in my vehicle. I grimaced at the thought of my truck. Ugh, it is getting pretty old. In high school it had been perfect, but now it was starting to show its true age. I guess that as long as it doesn't break down on the way, I should have enough money for gas to get there. I looked up from my thoughts to see that my truck problems would no longer be a concern. Sitting in the exact spot where I parked my rusty red truck this morning was a shiny, white Volkswagen Jetta! A squeal of surprise escaped my lips as I turned to my dad and gave him a tight hug.
"Thank you Dad!" I exclaimed. He hesitated a moment before he returned the hug.
"You're welcome. I know that old truck wouldn't have made it very far, so I made a deal with this antique collector in Seattle. He bought this vehicle and said that it went too fast for his liking and gave it to me for practically nothing," he stated, as he half grinned, proud of his bargaining skills.
At that moment he glanced at his watch, knowing that these were the last few minutes with me until Christmas. We loaded the car with my stuff when I heard a sniffle. Uh oh. Dad never gets emotional, this can't be good. Although my insides were begging me to release my sadness, I held my tears back and tried to lighten the mood. "Well Dad, thanks for everything. I guess its time to go meet the beach hotties," I hinted hoping to get a rise out of him. He wasn't paying that much attention though, and my emotions were not longer listening to my pleas to stay contained. "I love you Dad. I'm gonna miss you a bunch," I said as I hugged him once more before climbing into the car. I pushed the button to roll down the window and my dad stuck his head partially in.
"I love you too, Bells. Be safe. Call me when you get there." His voice crackled out as he tried his best to be strong. He stepped to the side and hit my car twice, his last goodbye. I started the vehicle and drove off, watching my dad wave from a distance in my rear view mirror.
A/N: This is my first story, so please read it and let me know what you think!
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