I slowly made my way back to challis with my head hung low watching the pavement beneath my feet. Parts of me wanted to breakdown and ask why he abandoned me, but the other half of me, my stubborn half, wanted to yell, scream, and throw heavy objects at his head. My stubborn part always wins. Over the past year I've been taught three things; shut your mouth and smile, never show any emotion and that somehow it's always my fault. As I came nearer the house I lifted my head to see my so called father, and his new family all waiting on the front porch like they were waiting for me. Great. The woman, next to Charlie had a huge smile upon her face, like I was like one of her long lost friends, she was really beautiful, but she probably was a huge bitch. There was a girl about my age with shoulder length hair who was just as beautiful as her mother, but she had a scowl on her face, this ones defiantly going to be a bitch. The scowl on her face was familiar. It was a mask of anger to cover extream pain and hurt. Next to the girl with the permanent scowl upon her face was a boy with huge muscles and choppy shot hair, he looked about a year of two younger than me. I wanted to puke when I was his face, not that he wasn't good looking like his mother and sister, I'm guessing, he just hade this bright cheesy smile plastered on his face. Aww, well don't they all look perfect. Perfect family, perfect house, perfect everything. I just bet they are all just so thrilled I'm here and be apart of their perfect little lives, not! Its called sarcasm. I'll probably mess things up as always and ruin their lives. I put on my best bitchy smile on my face as I opened the front gate and stepped up the front steps.
"Bella, I-"Charlie started but I cut him off.
Save it!" I gritted through my teeth while his new wife looked back and forth from me and him.
"But I-"He started again but once again I just cut him off.
"Okay look, you and I both know you don't want me here, let alone want me at all, and lord knows I defiantly don't want to be here, so let me make this simple, you stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours. Got it? Good." I quickly brushed past him and picked up my bags and walked upstairs where my old room used to be. I opened the door expecting to see drastic changes, but instead it was just as I had left it, everything. I stood there in shock for a moment, then slowly walked in and plopped my suitcase on top of my bed and laid down legs hanging off the edge of the bed by my dresser. After a few moments there was a light tap on my door.
"What?" I yelled not moving from the bad.
"Can I come in?" a way too cheerful voice asked, probably the boy who had the cheesy smile.
"No." I grumbled, but to my dismay the door swung open and in walked well, I'm not sure what his name is.
"I though I said no." I growled and sat up quickly giving him my best death glare. The kid surges back and actually looked frightened. Serves him right. It took him a few moments to find his voice to speak.
" I know, but I just wanted to get to know my step- sister." He gulped. Is this kid for real? Seriously and why does he always have a stupid smile on his face?
"My name is Bella, there you know me."
"I'm Seth." He replied his voice turning back from frightened to cheeky.
"Seth can you do something for me?" I said in a fake sweet tone and his smile widened even more.
"Sure." He surged looking like a kid on Christmas.
"Get the hell out of my room!." I screamed not caring if the whole house heard. He jumped and scrambled for the door, only to run straight into before getting up and stumbling down the hall. I know its mean, and I honestly don't care, but that was just hilarious. I busted up laughing so hard my abs hurt and tears clouded my vision. When my laughter finally died down there was yet another knock at my door. Do these people not know what's good for them? Are they purposely trying to piss me off? Because it's working.
"What?" I groaned. All I want is to be alone, what so hard to understand about that? Don't I deserve that much? Apparently not.
"Isabella, there's something important you need to come with me to see." A sickly sweet voice said as they entered my room. Where does this woman get off coming into my room without asking, then try bossing me around telling me what I need to do. If she thinks she can just waltz in here and act like she's in charge of me or she's my mom, she is in for a huge reality check.
"First off, never and I mean never, call me by my first name again got it? Secondly, you can't just come into my room without permission. And lastly, get the fuck out of my room and leave me alone." I screamed the last part as loud as I could. She surged back a little but still stood her ground. Dumb bitch.
"Now Bella, I do not allow Seth or Leah to use curse words in this house so you will not be an exception. " She lectured like she was my mother. Her telling me not to cuss was the wrong thing to do, because now I'm going to do it a lot more just to piss her off and make her just a miserable as I am.
"Shut your stupid birch face mouth before I do it for you. Jesus freaking a what the hell is your guys problems? Fuck, If I go see whatever you think is Important than will you shut you stupid yapping and leave me the hell alone?" I asked, almost defeated. Almost, its going to take a lot more for this stupid broad to crack me. I was a little curious as to what she wanted me to see, but I'd never in a million years admit that to her. A small faint smile tugged at the ends of her lips, and I wanted to badly to wipe the ugly smile off her stupid perfect face. Ugh, whatever. She nodded her head softly and I gestured for her to lead the way. I quickly locked my bedroom door before following her downstairs and out the front door. We walked down the front steps and to the side of the house where a small, but nice sliver shiny car sat. Miss perfect unlocked the car and I opened the passenger side door and sat in to the.
"What?" I snapped at what's her face staring at me like she was waiting for something. What her damage? Whatever it is she better get over it.
"Seatbelt." She murmured.
"No." I told her. She sat there staring at me for a few moments before realizing it was a hopeless cause so she put the key in the ignition and started the car and the air conditioner and engine roared to life. The drive was about a half hour when we stopped at a small cemetery. Why are we here? Is this where paul is buried? How did she know Paul, let alone where he is buried? I can't do this. Not here, not now, and defiantly not her with her.
"What are we doing her?" I asked trying to act normal, but my voice cracked and tears just about fell from my eyes. No! I will not let my emotions get the best of me. I pushed the tears back and willed my voice to go back to its normal tone after a few moments. The car was put into park and what's her face got out. I quickly got out after her as she started walking a few yards ahead of me. I walked slowly after her with so many emotions running through me, as my hands shook in fear. She stopped at a grave and kneeled down waiting for me. I walked slower and slower as I neared her. I kneeled down next to her in utter silence looking everywhere but the gravestone afraid to see Paul's name, even though I'm pretty sure its his. At this moment I felt something I haven't felt in a while; weak and venerable.
"Look." She whispered. But I still kept my gaze up at the sky ignoring her.
"Bella, look." She whispered softly placing a hand on my shoulder as I slowly drew my gaze to the headstone. I was completely and utterly in shock at what was in front of me. Is this a joke. Here in front of me was a gravestone that had my name on it. I had the date that Paul was killed on it and all that. This has to be a mistake.
"What's this?' I asked softly for the first time to Charlie's new wife.
"A year ago when you and Paul went to the movies you both were shot, when the police arrived on the scene Paul's body was there, but yours wasn't. A police man told us you were killed the moment the bullet hit you and that it was too bad for anyone to see so they cleared your body and only allowed your mother to identify you. Everyone told us you were gone. The police man and doctor at the scene demanded we have a closed casket funeral, so we did. Little did we know that you weren't in there, that you were alive. That day Charlie was going to introduce me and my kids to you. We were going to tell you kids about us being engaged." She told me as I sat there flabbergasted. Wow. I couldn't form any words so I sat there for a few minutes before I could process the words I was going to say.
"so that's why dad never called? He thought I was dead?" I asked and she simply nodded.
"What about Paul?" I asked wanting to know where he was buried.
"He-"She started by she was interrupted by Sam.
"He was killed instantly, and they cremated him and spread his ashes across the beach." He said giving, uh I still don't know her name a pointed look.
"Oh." Was all I could muster, as miss perfect looked at me and Sam confused. Wired lady. Maybe she doesn't know same, I'll introduce them.
"Sam this is Charlie's new wife, uh, Charlie's wife this is Sam, Paul's brother." I said to both of them.
"It's Sue, and nice to meet you Sam I didn't know Paul had a brother." Sue said in a very off tone.
"Yeah, well uh we never really got along." He said staring off into space.
"Sure sure, so Sam would you like to come have dinner with us?" Sue asked. Why in the world does she keep saying his name like that? Maybe it's just 'cause she's wired.
"Yeah, it'd be great to get to know the only thing related to Paul that's left. You guys look terribly alike, and I feel like I have him back again when I'm around you, I know I probably sound like a crazy person, but please?" I asked letting my guard down. Sam looked between pained and conflicted. I know I shouldn't have put him on the spot like that, but well, yeah.
"Okay." He sighed, but he looked terrified.
"Thank you." I said quietly. I was really eager to get to know Paul's last living relative. We all walked back to Sue's car, and I got into the back seat with Sam, and we chit chatted on the way back to my dad's. Meanwhile up in the drives seat Sue kept giving Sam wired glances in the rear-view mirror like there was something going on that I should know or something. It was really putting me on edge. The car jolted to halt, and Sue told us we were at the house. Sam and I gave each other a weary glance at the look 'step mother' was giving us, before we hopped out of the car. This should be interesting.
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I got a new laptop so I will be updating sooner and quicker. I didn't want to do the cemetery scene until later in the story, but somehow I kept coming back to this, so here it is. Please review, criticism and advice is greatly appreciated
