Chapter 28
I started dinner as Vickie went upstairs to have herself a little nap. She was sure worn out from our small town of nothing. I got most of dinner together and let it simmer on the stove as I pulled out the rag mag. I read the article three times and sure enough, there was personal information in that article that normal people doesn't know about. Like that God awful nick name he calls me. Also, he stated that I was currently out of town in my home town telling my family about the engagement. When asked why he didn't go with me, he replied, "with my father's upcoming election, I can't take the time away at this time. I wished I could be at her side while she told her father about our engagement," he was good at talking crap when he needed too.
Dad walked in the door and went through his evening chore of taking off his gun belt and taking the magazine out of the gun. "Where's your friend?" he said in a gruff voice.
"Upstairs taking a nap," I said as I nodded to the stairs. He picked the magazine up and slid it in his pocket. I smirked at his actions. He trusted me, he just didn't trust Vic. He plopped down into his recliner and turned on ESPN. I grabbed him a Vitamin R and handed it to him.
"Thanks Bells, I really have missed having you around."
"I know what you mean dad. I left wanting to get as far away as I could hoping it would help me forget. However, I didn't. I see it everyday in my mind on a loop. But I came back here and feel like I'm finally healing," I said in a vulnerable voice. "Or starting to anyways."
"That's good Bella, I just want the best for you Sweetie."
"New York works for me, but then I get here and it no longer feels like the stifling, suffocating place I was trying to run away from. It feels like home."
"Well, you can't ride two horses with one ass, Sugar Dumpling," my dad said. The sugar dumpling took me off guard for a second. He never called me anything other than Hells Bells, Bells or Baby Girl.
I called for Vickie before I dished out the food. We sat at our little table eating the meal as a family.
"Uhm, Isa, why did that Lauren chick say that about you needing a divorce before you can be married again?"
My dad dropped his fork at that question. Now was the time to tell my friend I was married. "Because I need to get a divorce before I can marry James."
"So who were you married too? Did I meet him yet?"
"Relax, you only met Jake, Lauren and Esme other then my dad."
"Wait up, Edward was that tall drink of water that you were hiking with," she didn't ask.
"Yes, that was Edward," I simply stated.
"But you told me that he wasn't available that he was married," she said in a hurt voice.
"I technically did not lie, he really is still married. However, he is available. Not that I want my best friend to hook up with him. I mean he was my first love and all," I said with a small bite to it. I mean isn't that the girl code. You don't go after your girl's guy, exes, brother or what ever. My dad raised his eyebrow at me when I defended why I didn't want her to hook up with Edward. He knows that I still love him. After all, I gave him my heart when I was seven and I refuse to ask for it back.
