"Jessica, I have to call you back." I hear the Cruiser door slam shut and Charlie's boots walking up the steps. I needed to stop my horrible hysteria or at least run to my room.
"Im so sorry Bella, I didn't mean to make you……" she trailed off.
"Bye Jessica." I say trying to stop the sounds coming from my throat as I hear Charlie in the kitchen. I hang up with out thinking about how rude I was being.
"Bells? Where are you?" Charlie yells. I hear him getting closer, and closer. I run as fast as I can towards my room. It seems like I cant get there fast enough. I run into my room and shut and lock my door. I finally am able to yell out to Charlie.
"Charlie, Im in my room. Please just leave me alone. Don't ask me any questions. I just need to be alone." I try to screech at the closed door. I hear his sudden intake of breath.
"Bella? Wha……………" he started to stammer, but then thought better of it. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." His boots clamp down the stairs. I wait for what feels like forever until I hear the TV turn on. I sink back into my bed and cry my eyes out.
I open my sore eyes to see a warm glow coming though my window. It's Saturday and I start to get dressed. I was going to call Mike and see if he wanted to go to the park. I stopped cold. I tried to convince my self that the whole Jessica ordeal was a dream before I went into a full blown panic attack.
I saw the floor growing closer. I was happy to let the darkness wash over me. But to my varying disappointment I never slipped of the edge. I stayed clinging to the edge. No not clinging, but it was like I was glued to the ledge. Finally I found the strength to crawl to the door. I unlocked it, stood very shakily, and walked down the stairs into the kitchen. He was, of course, waiting for me.
"Bella, I uh, could stay if you want me to, but uh, yeah." Charlie stammered looking very embarrassed. I needed someone, but I didn't want to hold him back from fishing or doing what he needed to do.
"Go Charlie." I say sounding very hoarse. I wonder what my face portrayed because he looked very wary. "Charlie," I say trying to make my voice sound like I was okay. "Charlie, I know you're worried about me, but Im okay. Really."
He let out a sigh and smiled at me. I love it when he smiles like that. His eyes crinkle and I see who my mom married seventeen years ago.
"I love you dad." I say as I walk up to him and hug him. I know we are both embarrassed, but he wouldn't dare pull away after what happened yesterday.
"I love you too kiddo. I always do." He says gruffly. It doesn't take a lot to make my dad annoyed, but if you make him happy enough to cry. He is guaranteed to be nervous.
"GO dad, ill be fine." I say and all but push him out of the door.
"No wild parties!" he says jokingly.
"Yeah right dad. Very funny." I say as I shut the door in his face. I walk up the steps and walk into my room. I turn to collapse on my bed.
The problem was, there was already someone on it.