Chapter Nine
Bella's Pov:
"Mmmm" I didn't want to get up. I pushed my head into something soft and comfortable. I started waking up; the sun was shinning in my eye. My eyes were open. I realized I was not on the beach; instead I am in a bed. It was not my bed. I looked around the wall were wood, with some pictures around the wall. I looked out the window and saw the ocean. I got up from the bed and walked to the window. I saw the ocean and I old man by the ocean. I watched the scenery as the man kept watching the waves come in. I walked to the door of bedroom and walked out.
I was walking down the hall I saw pictures. Of people I know when I was younger. I got down to the last of the hall and saw a picture of my mom and my dad holding a small baby when they were young. They were so young. They were my age in this picture. They were starring at each other with love and passion in their eyes I could help but start crying, because I wanted the same relationship and love they showed in the picture. I looked at the next picture I saw was Mom and Dad looked what they were getting ready for the prom. I couldn't help but touch the picture. They were so happy together and they destroyed the relationship because of me. They hurt each other for me; it was my entire fault for not them being together.
"You're mom and were going to prom. In that picture. You look just like you're mother at the age you are in now. You've grown into a beautiful lady. I remember the first time I got hold you. You were such small baby. When you're little brown eyes looked at me. I saw the destiny coming right to you. You've grown so much." I jumped when an old voice said to me. I turned to see it was the old man by the beach. I saw where my mom got her features from.
I smiled at him. I looked back at the picture. I didn't know what to say. It was the first time I remembered him. "Why is that I'm the one who has to save our tribe when I am not even in the pack anymore? Why did destiny choose me to keep our tribe safe? It's putting me in so much stress. I just want to be a regular teen age girl. Not a friken werewolf. Not the person who is supposes to be the chief or whatever they call leader of the group. It's too complicated." I said to him. I went to the living room and sat on the love seat. I rested my hand on my leg and rested my head on my hands.
"Oh baby girl you have a lot to learn about this tribe, and why you are chosen for to protect this tribe."
"You see there was a time when a girl name Isabelle. She never knew that she was Indian. She was given away to a couple. The father was the sheriff of the time. The mother owned a saloon. Her real parent were about to go into a war with another Indian tribe. The foster parents were with the Quileute when the other Indian tribe attacked. The real parent told the foster parents to take Isabelle and run get away. They did what they were told and ran. The war against the tribe didn't end for a awhile. When the foster mom went to run back, they forgot about a letter that the mother had written to her child. The letter was to be given to her when she turned eighteen years old. If the parents died. The foster mother went back. Instead of seeing people yelling at each other. She heard growling in stead. She saw instead of people she saw-"He never got to finish the story. We got interrupted when the door bell rang. We looked at each other he go up and open the door.
It was……….
A/N: So that is chapter nine. Well I was disappointed that I never got the amount of reviews that I wanted. So I guess chapter eight wasn't a big hit. I hope this chapter was better than eight. I want twelve or more reviews if you want a longer chapter and no more cliffy. So she got to meet the grandfather. I wonder who is going to be at the door. Hmmmmm! I want to know what you think please please please review that would be great I want to know if you want to put anything the next chapter what you want. So you know what to do.
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Andie95
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