Hope It Gives You Hell
Chapter 2)
It was only six 'o'clock in the evening when I was dropped off so I went upstairs to my room and started moving the furniture out to the hallway. When all the furniture was out, and I started sweeping the floor, I stubbed my toe on a loose floor board. I had never seen this board loose, so I bent down and lifted it up. I found myself extremely annoyed with what I found. I picked it out of the cubby hole and threw it all into the garbage can. No point in keeping any of it. I'm not talking to my mom at the moment, and I don't want anything from the Cullen's.
Shortly after that, I had cleaned up the floor and laid down the new rug for my room. It was a midnight blue, that matched the cloudy white color of my walls. After laying the carpet down, I rearranged my room. I placed my bed by the window, so I could enjoy the stars and moon. My dresser went in one corner of the room while my rocker and it's new pillow was kitty-cornered in the opposite corner. Then I removed all of my old clothes—except my sweaters and pajama pants, out of my dresser. I replaced those, with the new ones. On top of my dresser, I placed my makeup, curling iron, and straightener. And I hung a long mirror up on my wall.
My room was finally starting to look like a girl's room.
I finally put my computer desk in between my dresser and the rocker, and fixed my computer equipment up, finally taking out my microphone and video camera out of its box. It was finally starting to begin looking like my room again.
As I looked at my clock, I realize that it is eight 'o' clock at night and that my dad should be home soon. I finally made my way downstairs and to the kitchen, where I started prepping the chicken to make Fried Chicken Parmesan. It was almost finished when my dad walked in. "Hey, dad." I smiled at him as he hooked his belt on the coat rack along with his jacket. I walked over to him and gave him a brief hug. I was feeling so much better now that I'm moving around again.
"Bells? How are you doing?" He asked as he sat at the kitchen table, that I was setting. "It smells delicious by the way. Jake and Billy will be stopping by for the game that's on." I groaned. Jake has been a lovesick puppy ever since he heard of my disastrous break up. And when he started getting a fever and then began avoiding me weeks ago, I gave up on seeing him. So seeing him now, just brought out an anger that I didn't know I had. I embraced it, because it meant I was feeling something.
"Great, dad. Just what I want. A dog in the house, that follows me around." I knew the Quileute Tribe Secret. See I wasn't barely conscious when Sam found me in the woods. I was fully aware, I heard his howl, and then his shift, I seen him getting dresses and picking me up. That's when I fell unconscious. His body heat luring me to the land of the sleep.
It wasn't that I hated Jake for dropping me. It was that he didn't tell me why, and now he probably expects to waltz right back into my life. Like Edward. Like the Cullens. Like my mother. All stupid. All gone.
I only have my dad. Ben and Angela. Myself. I'm still here. They're still here. We are smart. We aren't leaving, and vanishing. We are together. I have what I need. Not what I want.
I know. I know everyone is still in danger. Victoria is still out there. I still don't know what I want to do. I think I'll talk to Angela and Ben about their plans. I'm done with this place. I need a fresh start. But not until I graduate.
I had to warn the wolves about the danger of Victoria. I had to make sure my dad was safe. I had to make sure my life continues, but more peacefully. Screw the Cullens. Screw vampires and wolves. Screw everything, honestly.
As I was throwing my own mental pity party, I had allowed myself to pull the meal out of the oven and to walk up to my newly furnished room. It was refreshing. It was new. It was a change. It was life. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my new iPhone 6 plus, and noticed I had a missed call from my mother and several texts from Angela and Ben.
All checking on me, but only the latter really caring. My mother was a child. And Phil, just spoils her. It's disgusting. I need to stop with this nonsense. I need to get dressed and go down to get the door.
With that I walk over to the closet and grab a pair of leather skinny jeans, a black tank-top, and a leather jacket to put on. I put very little make-up on—eyeliner and mascara, with a light tinted lipstick. It looks amazing.
Downstairs the doorbell rings, and I pull on my black combat boots before running to the door to open it. "Hello Billy. Jake." I nod my head at the two and retreat into the house, letting them in. It's hard looking at them. But I ignore my feelings, and I grab my plate from the counter to eat.
While I sat in my chair eating, I could feel someone staring at me. So, I lifted my head up, with a glare in my eyes. My eyes caught the eyes of Jake. Jacob Black. My old Sun. My old best friend. My old confidant. I let my anger enter the glare, until he lowered his head. About time stupid wolf, I mutter.
I could hear his head snap up as I finished muttering my sentence, but I simply ignored him. After I took the last few bites of food, I stood up and walked over to my dad. "Dad, I'm going into the backyard. Just holler if you need me."
I exit the house through the back door and sigh, it is such a beautiful night. No more tension. No need for the sun, when I have the moon. No there is no need for either, for I have the oxygen. I listen to the leaves flutter in the wind, and howls of the wolves in the distance—not of danger but of having fun, and I also can smell the wilderness. But my bubble is burst. Jake followed me outside.
"Bella…how do you know?" He sounds nervous. Even scared. Like I was going to tell anyone. For Christ sake, I dated a vampire. I didn't tell anyone then, why would I tell anyone now. I know it's because of the Cullens that the wolves have phased. It said so in the Quileute Mythology and Legends book I read.
The spirit-shifters only shift when the cold ones are around. When there is a threat to their home. That's what it said.
"I read it. In a book. About Quileute culture. Don't worry. I won't say a word. Black, why don't you just leave me alone. You didn't want me a few weeks ago, why do you want me now? I don't love you. Not like that. Go follow someone else around like a lost puppy." I snap at him. And stand up, preparing to walk away from him. "You just about told me yourself, when I asked you to tell me the legends last year. Go away. I don't need you anymore. Tell Uley to expect me." I walk back through the back door and as I pass my dad, I press a kiss to his head with a "Goodnight dad, Billy."
Heading up to my room, I think it's high time to sit down and talk to my dad about plans. After lying in bed, thinking of the future, she started to nod off to the lands of sleep while she heard a wolf howl. It was close to her house, meaning it was probably Black. And with that thought, she let the comfort of darkness take her.