Bella's POV

After crying on mom for an hour, I wiped away my tears and changed into pajamas and stuffed my outfit into my duffel bag. While I was at it, I shoved the book that was long forgotten into the box full of books with my name on it. Mom got the message after and left me alone for the rest of the day.

I had to dig through a few boxes before I found my blanket and pillow. I dropped the pillow on to the floor before lowering my body and laying my head on the pillow as I curled myself into a ball under the blanket. I wiggled around until I finally got comfortable, and closed my eyes as I tried to forget.

Forget about my friends.

Forget about my problems.

Remember the story of mom and dad.

Remember the times when I wasn't judged.

Slowly, the darkness started to take over until my conscious was consumed completely.


The open windows leaked in the devil that is sunshine. I squinted my eyes as I stretched my arms over my head. Slowly, I sat up and rubbed my eyes while a yawn made its way out of my mouth. Groggily, I stood up out of my make-shift bed and folded my blanket. After folding my blanket, I grabbed my pillow and proceeded to put them in the box that withheld my sheets and other bed stuff.

Once I successfully closed the box, I stripped from my pajamas and shuffled through another box to grab myself an outfit for today. I choose a white short-sleeve blouse, a pair of skinny jeans, and my white converse. When I finished tying my shoes, I opened my door and my eyes nearly bulged out of my head at the sight before me. Three men stood towering over my mother. They all had yellow helmets on so I couldn't tell what hair color they were, but they all wore white baggy t-shirts and lose fitting jeans accompanied by steel toed boots.

I almost went into defense mode but then I noticed the MEGTAF insignia on their shoulders. My blood came to a steady flow as I pushed them out of the way to hug my mom good morning. She gave me a grim look before proceeding to talk to the men that stand tall over us.

"It seems," mom whispered in my ear, "that we will be leaving earlier than expected, honey. These fine gentlemen are going to pack our boxes and meet us at our new home." I gave her a surprised look as the words started to process in my head. That means, I'll be away from this horrible place where people who say they like you talk about you behind your back. I flashed her one of my rare trademark smiles and joyfully skipped back in to my room.

Grabbing my duffel bag, I stuffed a few pairs of clothes, my laptop, a book, a pair of headphones, and all the important pictures of mom I had (which was only like 5 photos that were 3x4's).

After I finished packing my bag, I pulled the strap over my shoulder and made my way out the door. I met mom half, she was wearing her red business dress that hugged her curves with black high heels while pulling her hair into a bun. She gave me a small smile before proceeding to drag her large Vera Bradley suitcase towards the front door. Once we were out the door, I noticed the hover jet that was parked in the middle of the street. What the hell?!

"Mom!" I whispered-yelled "Why is there a hover jet in our front yard?!"

"That's our ride," she explained cheekily, "besides, these jets are way more comfortable than cramped airplanes." Isn't that the truth.

I shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the vessel. Luckily, MEGTAF has the area surrounded so there should be no unwanted visitors, kaiju and the press alike. I wonder why they came so early to come pick us up. I mean it's like seven thirty am. Just when I threw my duffel bag in to the jet, a bad feeling settled itself in my stomach. Usually when I get that feeling, it means that were in for a bit of bad luck. I look around and all I see are a bunch of the elite MEGTAF workers that were assigned to help us. That's when I hear an engine roar to life.

I looked behind the hover jet that we are going to ride in, and I find two other hover jets that are being filled with packed boxes from our house. I look to my mom puzzled and see her fiddling with the controls of the jet, so I decide not to bother her.

In less than an hour, the precious cargo was carefully placed into the vessels. Double checking that ever thing was okay, I jumped in the vessel that was going to take me away from this death trap. I chose the front row seat nearest to the window. As I strapped my seat belt on I noticed that the hover jets holding our stuff were departing. Just when I was going to say something my mom's voice interrupts me.

"MEGTAF is going to meet us at our new home," mom explained while sitting down in the seat right next to me. "I'm driving so we should be at our destination in about three hours." Each time we get into any flying aircraft, and mom is driving I know that things are getting ready to get fast.

One time, we were on a normal plane and the pilot made the mistake of letting my mom take control. I honestly don't know how she talked the guy in to giving her control. Anyway, we got to the destination two hours earlier than expect, but with the cost of a few injuries. We got lots of dirty looks from other passengers and we were then banned from ever going on to American Enterprise for life.

"Where are we going anyway?" I asked. I was very curious of where MEGTAF was sending us now.

"A little town called Glendale in California," she explained while standing back up. As she made her way towards the pilots' seat, the unsettling feeling made itself known again. I anxiously put my hands over to stomach in a lame attempt to sooth the pain. Gritting my teeth, I ignore the feeling and look out the window.

All the MEGTAF officers look like ants as the jet slowly gains altitude, and when we finally reach the right height the turbo thrusters roared as my mom held nothing back. I waved good bye to all the passing buildings and people. Good bye Albuquerque, New Mexico! Wiggling around in my seat to get comfortable, I rest my elbow on the arm rest and lean my cheek against my hand as I gaze out the objects we pass by.

It's been about two hours and we are now half an hour outside of Glendale. We would have been there already but mom decided to take a detour and look at the scenery. She keeps mumbling about how pretty it is but all I see is a bunch of cliffs, dirt, and rocks. When she suddenly stops the jet about a hundred from the nearest house, I come to the conclusion that something is on mom's mind.

"I know it's hard," my mom says bringing me out of my thoughts, "moving from place to place, going to new school after school, trying to make friends, trying to fit in, but I just wanted to tell that no matter what people say about you or what they think, you're my beautiful princess. You're smart, pretty, tough, and kind; things girls twice your age wish they had. And don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Also, I know it's a few months before your birthday but I wanted to give this to you early." All the while she was talking, my mom was landing the jet on the ground. Repeat my mom was landing us in the middle of nowhere.

Mom turned in her seat and with the sun seeping through the glass, my mom looked like the embodiment of an angel. Her blonde hair seemed to glow, her eyes just oozing with warmth and love, and her perfect smile just added on to her natural beauty. How I wish I looked like her, but no. I have to look like my 'father'.

In a way, I guess my mom is my guardian angel. She loves and cares for me when nobody else would. She is my anchor. I don't know what I'd do without her. Probably go insane or commit suicide. Then a 4x6x3in box that sat in her lap caught my attention. The box itself looked like it had a story to tell because it had what seemed to be scorch marks all over it. She unbuckled her seatbelt and made her way towards me with box in her hands. When she stood directly in front of me, she held the box out to me.

I looked between my mother and the box with big naïve eyes before hesitantly taking the box into my hands. I didn't feel heave so I could erase any chance of it being the phone I was kind of hoping for but I was still really curios the contents but also scared. With shaky fingers, I opened the box to see its contents. To my surprise, instead of finding a burned piece of who knows what, I find two blue gems, which could fit in the palm of my hand, sitting in the middle of the box. They were beautiful, one had the figure of a dragon while the other one had my initials engraved in to it. Not my full name, but the one I preferred anyway.

Bellatrix Mavis Grunewald

BMG

Mom says I should be proud of my full name, and believe I am but I it kind of gets old when people can barely pronounce your eleven middle names correctly. I sigh in content as I hold the stone in my hand. I felt my shoulders tense when my mom spoke.

"Your father made it," my mom said while occupying the seat next to me. "He wanted me to give it to you when you turned sixteen but I can't keep it any longer. He also wrote you a note. Don't worry, I didn't read it." I shrugged my shoulders and look for the said note. I couldn't find it until I looked at the under the box. Taped to the bottom of the box was a folded piece of parchment paper addressed to me. I take the note off of the box and rest the box on to the arm rest.

I unfolded it and gasped at the calligraphy that was my kaiju fathers' handwriting.

Beloved daughter,

If you are reading this, it means that your mother has given the gift to you early. Don't ask how I know, because we both know that your mother cannot keep a secret to save her life. But if you are reading this on your sixteenth birthday then I wish you a happy birthday. I know it seems as though I don't care for you or your mother but believe me when I tell you that, you're all I think about. You don't know it, but I am looking after both you. I have ever since Gloria left. Every time a person picks on you and they suddenly go missing, that's my handy work.

But you might not believe me and that's okay, I just wanted to tell I love you. You and your mother both. I would do anything to have you two in my arms and how I long to see your beautiful face up close and to be called daddy. But I know that's not asking for a lot but I can only dream of what it'd be like if the other kaiju weren't so against me and your mother being together.

I hope one day you will see things from my point of view and perhaps forgive for not ever being there at your important moments in life. And please behave for your mother, she loves you very much. Although I don't approve of violence please give who ever flirts with your mother a good punch to the face. No matter what. Your mother is my everything and I ache every day to touch her or at least feel her presence. I'm probably boring you with all my depressing thoughts so I'll just be out with it.

If you ever find the human world to be too hard to fit in, My King has given permission for you and your mother to come back to the kaiju realm. Just follow these simple instructions:

Grab the stone with dragon symbol in your hand.

Looked for a place that has not yet been touched by humans.

Once found, throw the stone on to the ground as hard as you can.

Call out my name.

Follow these easy steps when you're ever in trouble or need help.

Know I'm always there for you and I love you.

Your father,

Tarragon D. Grunewald

P.S. Please tell your mother I love her.

I felt my eyes become glassy after reading the last line 'I love you'. I folded the note back and put it into my back pocket as I closed my eyes, in an attempt to control my emotions. But it was no use. Even after I reopened my no longer watery eyes, my nose was all stuffy so had to use a tissue which my mom handed to me. Where is she keeping this stuff?!

"He says," I say looking to my mom, "he loves you." The reaction was immediate. My mom was never one to be all gushy and touchy feely, but when we talked about dad, he seemed to bring out the girly side of her. One second my mom was laying her hand on my shoulder in a loving manner with a box of tissues in hand, the next she's hugging me to death while crying on my shoulder. I grab the tissue box out of her hands and offer her some as she went on and on about how much she missed and how bad she felt for leaving him.

Once she let me go and brought her knees to her chest, tears kept falling down her and she kept using tissue after tissue. I rolled my eyes at the irony. Here she was having an emotional breakdown and me comforting her when the roles should be switched. Without looking, I grab the box and decide to let mom try and pick herself up. I lay the box in my lap and turn my head to look at the desert scenery. But what I saw just about made my heart stop. The unsettling feeling that I had long since ignored came back full force as I felt the blood drain from my face.

A kaiju was running towards us at full speed. It was about three miles off but it could be on top of us in seconds. My throat went dry as I leapt into action. I took the gems out of the box and stuffed them into my front pocket and made my way to the cockpit. I sat down and started revving up the engine. The faster we were online the faster we're in the air and out of here.

Once we're about a hundred feet off the ground, I'm full of hope that we're out of danger.

My hopes were crushed.

Our jet is suddenly jerked downwards. The glass is cracking by and unknown pressure that is being applied to the outside of the vessel. The vessel is going haywire, saying how an S.O.S signal has been realized and help should be on its way. Red lights were flashing and alarm bells were going off. As if the kaiju isn't enough, my sensitive ears have to deal with this. Suddenly mom comes out of nowhere wearing a black MEGTAF uniform with a bazooka strapped to her back, multiple hand gun and grenades strapped to her belt prepped and ready for the fight. She walks towards the cargo hatch with a determined look on her face. I give her a confused look before realizing what she's about to do.

"Mom!" But it's too late. She opened the hatch and jumped out. Without any hesitation, I grab one of the jumpsuits that keep stalked underneath the seats and pull it on. I take the gems out of my jean pockets and put them in to the pouch on my belt. Then I pull one of the hair ties I keep on my wrist and use it to pull my hair back. Just as I jump out the hatch, I regret it. I forgot to grab a gun or some means of defense. About twenty seconds after I jumped out of the jet, the parachute automatically came out allow me to float to the ground instead of committing suicide.

I look down at the scene before me. A female human was shooting at a two hundred beast.

The beast was pretty creepy looking. It was a strange of bash-brown tone. Its head was shaped kind of like a crescent moon except it had one eye in the center, no nose protruding from its face, and the weirdest part was its jaw. The upper jaw looked normal but the bottom one was split up in to three different parts and they all seemed to dangling and making strange clicking noises. The kaiju had two long arms, both were equipped with long claws. One was extended out holding our ship in the air, squeezing it until it finally broke it in two. I was about twenty feet away from the air craft, so when gravity played its role, I was nearly crushed. I screamed out in surprise when it passed me and proceeded to crash in to the ground. I breathed out a sigh of relief as I stare at the now destroyed hover jet then I noticed how quiet it got suddenly. There were no gun shots or explosions.

I lift my head, hoping to see my mom's smiling figure standing over a fallen kaiju, but only to be faced with utter anger and terror. The kaiju stood triumphant as he held my mom in one of his deadly claws. She seemed to be struggling as the beast brought her closer to its face. Then a thought hits me like a freight train, He's going to eat her.