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The 17 hour and 21 one minute flight from Australia to Seattle sucked. I dozed on and off, and the flight attendants didn't give me enough food. At least I had the window seat and I could gaze out, seeing nothing but white fluffy clouds. The man next to me tried to start up conversation but his flirty attitude and close space made me uncomfortable so I kept it short. I think he got the point.
When my flight finally landed it was on to the next one, a small charter plane that flew to Port Angeles, the whole time I spent clutching the seat armrests and trying not to hyperventilate. I much preferred being on the ground, or better yet in the water. The plane rocked a few times when we would hit large air gusts and every time I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping for it to end already.
When I finally landed Charlie was outside the plane waiting for me, and it was raining. I quickly put on my jacket with the hood up and sleeves down as long as they could be before I exited. It would not be good to sprout a tail on the airport runway. Charlie gave me a big hug and a kiss to the top of the head when I reached the bottom. If it wasn't for his arm I would have ate shit on the last step, and probably would have gotten wet on one of the numerous puddles with my luck.
"It's so good to see you Bells. How was the flight?" Charlie asked as we made our way to the police cruiser, my four bags in hand. We managed to fit two in the trunk and another two in the back seat. Charlie had broken a sweat by the time he was done, insisting that he could do it himself. The car seemed longer than an hour with the brainless talk between Charlie and I. He seemed to be scrambling for things to talk about, I figured he still wasn't much of a people person.
When we pulled up to the house it was exactly like I remembered it, an old white Victorian with a small wrapped porch with woods surrounding it. The outside paint was chipping but it was still beautiful in my eyes. Sitting in the drive way was my truck I had shipped over a few weeks earlier, a black Ford F150 it was a gift from Phil.
"Home sweet home." Charlie said as he got out the car and began bringing my bags inside. I headed up stairs where the two bedrooms were located and the one small bathroom me and Charlie would have to share. Charlie carried the rest of my things into the small room he gave to me from when I was a baby and lived here. The walls were painted a sea green and the furniture was a dark oak. Charlie had gotten me new plain white bedding, and a desk for my laptop and books. The laptop was another gift from Phil, I'm still convinced he tried to buy my affection.
"Thank you for bringing up my bags...dad." I said, turning around to smile at him after looking at my new room.
"Of course Bells...Well I'll let you unpack, I'm sure the flight was long." He said, shuffling out of the room and down the stairs. I heard the T.V. click on to a baseball game downstairs. He was never one to hover.
Unpacking was long, and I would shed a few tears here and there. I was happy to see I was fully unpacked by the time Charlie called up the stairs that he had ordered pizza and that it was here. Dinner was quite, both of us thinking about different things. I went to bed early claiming I was tired after a hot soak in the bath and some salt I rubbed on my tail. I sent a quick e-mail to my mom and then climbed into bed.
I laid staring out the window that faced the front of the house with a large oak tree towering in front of it. It was raining, and the pitter-patter sounds on the roof made me restless, anxious about how I was going to pull this whole thing off. I fell asleep with tears rolling down my face, with fears of my first day at school tomorrow.
I awoke to the sound of Charlie knocking on my door, telling me he was leaving for work and it was time to get up for school. He left instructions on how to get to school on the counter and told me to call him if I needed anything.
"...I love you Bells, I'm happy your back." He said, before going downstairs.
His words almost made me cry, I felt bad for not visiting him all this time, and barely calling. I was a horrible daughter but it was just so hard to keep a relationship with him. I could tell he cared for me, and here I was only there to make my mother happier. I vowed to make him see I could be a good daughter and that I did love him. With this new mission I got out of the soft, warm bed and went into the bathroom I realized why Charlie's eyes widened when he saw me. I looked like hell.
My brown eyes looked dead with deep bags under them, and they were still red from last nights crying. My brown hair lay flat down my back where it ended at my waist, and I looked paler than usual. Brushing my hair, I put on a little concealer to hide my bags and hoped I now looked decent enough. At least my teeth were white due to my rigorous brushing. I wanted to look nice, but I was worried for getting wet. I settled for a deep blue sweater with light jeans and my new boots I bought with Phil's credit card.
I threw down a quick granola bar, and grabbed my backpack to head out the door. Just as I was stepping back to go and lock the front door I slipped and fell right into a puddle, soaking my jeans through. I felt the cool water touch my legs and I scrambled into the house as quickly as I could as I started to feel the tingly sensation on my legs. I closed the door with my foot just as it turned into a fin.
I guess I was going to be late for school.
Well, here's the second chapter! I hope you all liked enjoyed and you R&R! I will try to update every day, or every other. Also, check out my other story "Lord Jasper"
