Can't Go Back
Chapter 1: Runaway
"What did you just say?" I asked, desperate to make sure I heard him correctly. He stepped back, his face pained. "I'm sorry." He whispered, his voice sad. He's sorry? That's all he can say, he is just sorry he did this to me. How could he? "You're sorry?" I questioned, my anger rising. It was either be angry, or cry. I didn't want to cry, not now. "What do you want me to say?" He asked, his voice not changing. Say, I didn't want him to say anything. I wanted him to give me back the three years I wasted on him. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a shadow in the window. I turned to look at it, and met a pair of understanding, sad eyes. I saw myself in the black eyes, and the tears started falling. He took a step forward, arm outstretched as if he were reaching for me. Going to comfort me. "Don't." I said, my voice firm, contradicting the tears falling. He stopped short, arm dangling in between us, then falling to his side. "I wish things could have been different, I do. But it just happened. I had no control over it." He explained. "The things you had control over, you did nothing about." I told him. I hurriedly took the ring off my finger. "I hate you." I whispered, throwing the ring at him, and bolted out the door. I jumped into my truck, and sped towards home. I wiped the tears from my eyes, of course I didn't hate him, the thought of hating him seemed unimaginable. I love him.
I got home quicker than I ever have before, and ran directly up to my room, throwing as many clothes as I could fit into my suitcase. I scribbled down a note to my dad, Charlie, and went back to my truck. I drove away from everything. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I knew I had to get out of there. I shut my phone after an hour of driving, not being able to take the constant ringing. I stopped when I needed to, drank lots of coffee, filled my tank, but other than that I just drove. I was in Montana when I finally decided to stop and actually sleep. I found a cheap, crappy looking hotel, and got a room for the night. I hesitantly turned on my phone, and dialed the familiar number. "Hello?" Charlie's frantic voice answered. "Dad. It's me." I sighed. "It's Bella." He said, relieved, to whoever was in the room with him. I imagined everyone cramped into our small living room. "Bella, where are you?" He asked me, in his police chief voice. "That's not important." I told him. "You bet your ass it's important. I need to send someone to get you, and bring you back home." Charlie said, angry. "I'm not coming home. I just cant." I said, something in my voice must have triggered his fatherly side. "Bells, did he cheat on you? Just say the word and-" He began. Someone growled in the background. "Dad, don't. I just need a fresh start somewhere, where no one knows me, and where I can just forget everything that has happened." I told him. I took a breath. "Tell everyone I love them, and will miss them. Tell them I will see them all soon." Maybe, I added in my head. "Then come home." Charlie said, pleading. "Dad, I just…can't. please understand that." I said.
He sighed. "Okay, Bells. I'll let you go. But I'll always be looking." He said. "I love you dad." I said. "I love you too, kiddo." He said, than the line went dead. I collapsed onto my bed, and cried myself to sleep.