Chapter One
Short, deal with it, this probably all will be.
"Bella I think you should move out."
Bella's head snapped up, her eyes glaring at her boyfriend of a year. "Excuse me?" Did she hear him right?
"I've been thinking about it for a while, and I just don't think we're good together anymore."
"What does that even mean?"
Mike shrugged, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "You can sleep on the couch or whatever, but since you moved in with me, it's my apartment..."
Without a conscious thought, the cup of coffee that was in her hands was on his shirt and the butter knife that was resting on her toast was clenched in her fist. "Why are you telling me this now?" She hissed.
His beady little blue eyes were wide in fear at the sight of her raised fist. "I uh, met someone?"
Bella fell into her seat, defeated. He met someone. "What's her name?"
Mike's entire face changed as he spoke. "Her name is Jessica, and she's an amateur photographer and a journalist part time. She's so beau-"
Bella kept her gaze on the ground as tears started to form in her eyes. She wasn't in the mood to hear about how perfect this new girl was, and how much she was lacking. "Fine."
Bella dropped the butter knife as she stood up from the table. In the most reserved tone she could muster, she wished him good luck and told him she'd be out by dinner.
The only issue she could find with her plan was where all her shit would go. While she could fit it all in her truck, if she was forced to sleep in it, she didn't want her potential bed to be taken up by her things.
Swallowing her pride, Bella picked up her cellphone and dialed the one number she knew by heart. More tears started to fall as a familiar rough voice filled her ears.
"Bells?"
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