My mom came into my room and sat on the edge of bed and signed to me
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I rolled my eyes. My mom can be such a worry wart. I signed back to her
"Mom, I want to do this. I want to spend some quality time with Charlie." And to get away from Phil I added mentally.
"But you can't even talk with me and Phil. And not everybody knows sign language."
"I know mom, but I can read lips and I can talk. I just chose not to because I can't hear myself. I promise to email everyday." I signed.
"Okay then, if you're sure." She said. "I'm sure mom." I signed. "Okay then it's time to go." And with that she picked up a couple of my bags and left. I got up and took one last long of my bedroom and picked up the rest of my bags. I went to go get in the car to go to the airport when I tripped and fell down the stairs.
"Bella, what are we going to do with you?" Phil asked will an evil smile grin. I knew what was coming. The next thing I knew was his hand making contact with my face. Then he was kicking me in the side until he heard a crack, which meant he was please with what he did.
It took me a couple tries to get on my feet and walked out to the car.
"Bella, what happened to you?" my mom signed.
"I fell down the stairs again." I signed back.
"Be careful Bella. Remember the last time you fell down the stairs?" I mentally sighed. The last time I fell down the stairs I had ended up in the hospital for a week. I shudder at the memory. When we got to the airport, I told my mom bye and got on the airplane and waited for the four hour plane ride to stop.
When I got to Port Angeles, Charlie was waiting for me, naturally.
"Hey Bells. How are you? What happened?" he signed as he saw my bruise from where Phil had slapped me.
"Hey dad. I'm good. I just fell down the stairs when I was heading toward the car." I signed back. I've always been a bad liar but have gotten better since
Phil started hitting me. I never told anyone that Phil was hitting me. I just told everybody that I tripped and fell, which could easily happened because
I'm the clumsiest person ever. When we got to Charlie's house I went up to my old room to get settled in. That's the one thing I love about Charlie is that
he doesn't hover. So I was free to let a few tears escape and not have to answer a whole bunch of questions.