Chapter Two: Freak on Leash
A/N: Well just to not confuse anybody, I have skipped the whole plane ride and moved on to when Bella is getting off the plane to meet Charlie. Enjoy!
I do not own any of the characters only Stephenie Meyers does.
"Here it goes", I said as I got off the plane. I turned off my ipod and slowly made my way into the sea of people hugging and greeting each other. I almost laughed out loud as I saw Charlie standing there, he looked so uncomfortable and I bet he felt awkward. That is one of the many things I inherited from Charlie unfortunately, and that is being unsocial. Charlie's job is the only thing he centers his life upon, the only thing that distracts him from the fact of losing my mother and losing me as well. Here in the quiet little town of Forks, Charlie contributes to the community by protecting its dreary citizens from any "dangers" (huh! Like that'll happen!). Yes Charlie is the town's deputy and is damn proud of it as well.
Oh god, now I'm getting closer, I painfully remembered how my grandmother would tell me to be a good little girl and call Charlie daddy. I'll have that in mind because to me, they're just Charlie and Renee. I can't wait till he sees how much I've changed since I was 12 when I stopped visiting. My family always new I that I was born as a quiet and "free- spirited" child but boy was he going in for a surprise when he finds that his little girl was an out cast, a freak, just one of the many agnostic punks who go against everything he lives by. Law and order.
"Hey pops", I mustered to Charlie as best as could.
"Hey Bells, how was your flight? It must have been so exhausting considering nana Cara's passing and all. I've missed you… well you've changed a lot Bells, last time I saw you, you were just a short little girl with pink bows in her hair".
"Yeah, well Char- dad, four years gives you a lot of time to change", I said as I started heading to the airport exit with my bags.
"Here let me carry that", he said
"Thanks. Honestly pops did you think I was going to grow up to be some pink bubble headed snob?"
"I guess you're right, you always were the free- spirited of the family", he said.
"Oh please, you don't have to be fake any more I think I'm old enough to know that it just means I'm a freak".
"Bella you are not a freak your just different that's all it only means you're special".
"Yeah and next you're going to tell me that vampires are real too", I whispered under my breath.
On our ride back to Charlie's house he tried to make conversation with me rambling on and on about how he was going to be away for three days because he had to go to a deputy convention up in Ontario (Canada). I wasn't really up to it; I just looked out the window intently as I watched the drops on my window race down the bottom, reminding me of how as a little girl I used to watch the raindrops go by pretending that it was a race between all the water droplets on the window.
When I entered the house I noticed how empty it felt and cold. I ran up to the room where I spent my earlier years as a child still seeing the violet walls and the off white curtains that covered my windows. I didn't mind really but it would need a few adjustments.
I didn't even unpack as I lay down but as I lay my head on the pillow, putting my hand under my pillow, I found something solid and as I took it out I saw that it was the small music box that my nana bought me. I wound the box and put it on my dresser just hearing the lullaby play as night fell over and I swiftly fell into sleep knowing it was the only song the brung me comfort.
For once it was dawn and not night that took place in my dreams. For once I did not feel the fear and chilliness I had in so many restless dreams. And as I walked in the serene beach that once was a forest, I saw a light in a small cave and came closer and there was a glorious angel standing before me smiling. The angel was so young and happy, so familiar yet so distant. She did not speak but somehow I could hear her voice inside of me.
"Do not forget what I have told you my little Bell, do not fret over something that has already been etched in your memories. When you see a raven in the night or twilight approaches remember its sight. I am that raven in the sky, I am the dim light as twilight approaches. Never feel alone my sweet I'm always near. Your time will come when you find the meaning behind the story of your life".
And then the stars fell over me and once again it was night and for once I did not cry and moan to the night, instead I smiled at the raven that sat perched on my window sill. I could see her in the shining raven eyes, I could see my grandmother as clear as dark is from light.