Chapter Two
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"I can help you sweetheart, you don't have to shoulder all that yourself."
Bella shook of her father's offer, picking up another hamper full of her things and bringing it into the house. "I can do it on my own."
The heavy sigh that left her father's lips went right up her back. "I understand that Bells, but you have a lot of things, and I hate seeing-"
Bella dropped the box she was in the middle of removing from her truck. "Dad, seriously. Back. Off."
Hovering was an understatement, a gross understatement for what Charlie was currently doing. Ever since she pulled into the driveway of her childhood home, Charlie stood next to the garage, hands in his Levi's, his mustache twisted down in a frown. All he had said since her arrival were different offers to help, which had the opposite affect.
He was driving her crazy.
"This is just temporary." She mumbled under her breath as she placed the last box in front of her old bed. The comforter was still the ripped, thick purple piece of cloth since she last slept there.
"I haven't told your mother. I figured you'd uh, want to tell her once you got settled."
Bella closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to tamp down the urge to punch her father. "When does she get home from work?"
Charlie's face contorted in pain as the tone of her voice. He stole a glance at the small analog clock in the corner of her room. "Half-hour."
Great. "I need to hit the store, get a few lady items." Hopefully that subject would be a strong enough deterrent to Charlie.
"Oh, sure." He blushed a light red, his hands reaching into his pockets and finding a twenty. "Here."
Bella bit her lip, grabbing the money and kissing her father on the cheek in thanks as she sped down the stairs and out the door.
