Chapter Two

When Alice didn't respond, I heard the door knob giggling and looked up to see a spiky, dark, haired, tiny, pixie, look towards me with a smile that would shame a Cheshire cat. I hung my phone up seeing that it was still on call.

I stood from my place on the window and looked at Alice with brows raised in question waiting for the pixie to spill her secrets. She shot forward in very Alice like fashion barely containing herself.

" IGETTOCOMEWITHYOOOOU!" She sang bouncing up and down. My eyes grew with excitement and although I did not join the human Pogo-stick party, I did gather Alice into a hug and held back tears of happiness. "With Ally there at least I could keep one good thing..." I thought to myself happily.

I woke up the next morning by alarm and decided to go practice with my knives before I had to meet my Charlie at the gun range after lunch. Renee hated that my father had us to become marvel marksmen or women... She felt it wasn't proper but our primary export was hunting supplies so why not?

I loved it!

I felt so free when I was holding a Glock Pistol, (namely the model 17) or firing off a couple rounds with a a "Nine Millie" I felt all the tension just melt away. It was simple. Just me and the target.

Although, as exhilarating as the gun range was I did enjoy my knives a bit more. Rose was all about her Beretta and Charlie knew the shotgun better then he did his own wife. But me and my knives could not be touched. It was something I didn't have to think about and my senses were so finely tuned with them, I didn't need to see to throw them and get a bulls-eye every time. It was purely instinct. But because of an almost accident when I was younger, I had been given my own private gym for my rather dangerous hobby. Throwing was about being focused and tranquil for me it was about visualizing and attacking. It truly was an art. I couldn't believe that just yesterday, (that the last time I had been here) I was so focused and happy and in tune with my targets but today I was off. I tried to be calm and breath but it wasn't and enough I kept missing the target I pulled my blindfold off, deciding not to further frustrate myself. And left the gym just as confused and flustered as when I had entered.

I text Ally and Rose, "Hey girls, skipping lunch to go to the range ttyl -B"

Alice text back almost immediately "Already there! brought you a granola bar :)- A"

A text from Rose followed shortly "OMW. -R"

And just like that what was meant to be, "Private: Bella clear her head time" turned into an impromptu Royal Girls Outing. I shook my head knowing they were probably just worried about me and the fact that I didn't want to meet Charlie later, which had become a ritual. King and Princess, (daddy & daughter) bonding time.

When I pulled up to the shooting range, I notice that Alice had her go-cart painted again this time a bright yellow color with dark blue swirled accents. No doubt to match her current outfit. I shook my head and got out just as Rose was pulling up. She must have notice Alices' latest fashion attack and laughed to herself after pulling her sunglasses off her stunning face. She then shook her head while walking over to where I was standing waiting at the door.

"I won't lie, the girl has taste! That is hawt!" Rose admired with a twinge of amusement in her eyes.

"Yes, I do don't I and yes, it is ?" Alice popped up out of no where with full gear on handing me the granola bar. But then turned around shortly after and went back inside with a wink and a smile.

"You know she's matching that thing, right?" I said to Rose with a full smile on my face.

Rose laughed while leading us through the door. We walked in first getting putting on the soundproofing ear muffs and glasses. Per Alice's designs,we each had our own tailored pair with various R's B'S and A's of course! Next we dawned our bullet proof vest thanks to Renee's worrying that we would shoot one another. It was an insult then and it still is now. Lastly, we grabbed the heat as Rose liked to call it and loaded them up. Rose grabbed her precious Beretta, and I picked up my Nine.

I focused on my target and then pull the trigger.

It was so easy. This made sense. Hit the black. Reload. Do it again.

My life was in shambles right now and I couldn't do anything to help myself...

A/N:

Bella and the girls are kinda bad asses. Shorter chapter. Everything I have learned about firearms is from Google so if you see where I can improve don't hesitate to review and correct. As always thank you so much for reading!

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