Chapter three, pizza.
Bella's point of view.
Jasper must've seen the panicked look on my face, or heard the noise of the cop car outside, because I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, and the familiar honey voice speaking to my bear of a brother.
"Emmett, I'm going to go get Bella a drink, why don't you open the door for dad. He's missed you." He said convincingly, and I could hear the fake smile of enthusiasm in his voice. Emmett released me from his hug, and I was immediately placed the the arms of my other brother. I was lead away into the kitchen, while Emmett walked over to the front door to greet my "dad".
Jasper shut the door behind us and turned me around so I was facing him, but his hands still rested on my shoulders.
"Bella, calm down. It's going to be okay, he won't try anything while Emmett's here." He reassured me, looking me dead in the eyes. I nodded my head, taking a deep shuddering breath in. Jasper always had a way of making me feel calm. I didn't know how, but it always helped in situations like this. I looked around the room as I heard Emmett's booming welcome. I saw the note Charlie had left us on the counter, and whimpered, tears sliding down my cheeks again.
"We didn't do any chores." I whispered, trying to muffle the cries coming from my mouth. Jasper swore quietly before pulling me into a hug. I could hear the sound of my father and brother chatting, after hearing the door slam shut.
"Bella, I'll start on the chores. You go in there with dad and Emmett, okay?" He asked, though I knew I had no other choice. I sighed, then nodded my head, looking down. I heard a soft sigh escape his lips, before he swept his thumbs under my eyes, catching the couple of tears falling from them. I looked up and he gave me a kind smile, me giving him one in return, before I walked to the door. I took in a deep breath, wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, and walked out. I could hear loud laughter and voices coming from the living room, so I followed them into the room.
The door creaked open and I stepped inside, causing my father's glare to immediately be on me, Emmett not seeing a thing. I looked up at where my father was sitting and had to swallow down the bile that had started to rise in my throat. He was sat in moms armchair, the one she had died in. He had always made a point of sitting there in front of me and Jasper, as if to intimidate us.
Emmett looked over at me and smiled gently, patting the seat on the sofa next to him. I went over and sat next to my brother, his arm wrapping around me as soon as I sat down.
"You okay now?" He asked, looking over at me with a smile. I nodded my head, somehow managing a smile back.
"Yeah, I'm good." I assured, not looking at my dad.
"Good." Emmett grinned at me, before turning back to face Charlie. I could hear the sink running in the kitchen, which meant Jasper had started the chores. Charlie heard it too, and raised an eyebrow at me, as if to ask what he was doing. I shrugged at him, leaning further into the embrace of my brother.
Emmett and Charlie spoke for around thirty minutes, before the kitchen door opened once more and Jasper stepped out, looking at me and smiling, not sparing a glance to Charlie. He came and sat on my other side, taking my hand in his and rubbing small circles into the back of it with his thumb. We sat there for another couple of minutes, briefly listening to the conversation about baseball, before I was brought to full attention by a gruff voice calling my name.
"Bella, can I talk to you in the kitchen?" Charlie asked, already standing up. I nodded my head and tried to smile, before getting up and following him into the kitchen, not looking back at my siblings.
As soon I was in the room and the door was shut, Charlie glared as he walked towards me.
"You were meant to make dinner!" He hissed, being careful not to be too loud. My heart started to race as I realised that was true.
"I-I'm sorry, Emmett had got here before I-" I was cut off as he grabbed my arm, twisting it painfully.
"Cut the fucking excuses!" He snapped, causing me to start breathing heavily. I nodded my head, silent tears starting to make their way down my face.
"Now, can you manage to at least order a pizza?" He asked, his tone deadly. I nodded my head, looking up at him in fear. He looked at me for a second longer, before he shoved me towards the phone on the wall, purposely making my side hit the counter hard. I could hear him chuckling as he left the room, making me feel even more nauseated.
I gasped in pain as I held my side, wincing as every movement, even standing up straight, caused pain to shoot down my side. After a couple of deep breaths, I manages to go over to the phone and dial the pizza place, placing an order for whatever ones the woman on the phone mentioned first. Once the call was over, I moved over to the chair by the small table, and sank down it, pulling my knees to rest against my chest, and wrapping my arms around myself. I rested my head on my knees and started to cry quietly, hoping that nobody could hear me.
I could tell that I wouldn't be able to face Emmett or my father for a while, as my breathing turned to quick breaths, almost gasping. I was thankful that I could still breathe. The last time I had felt this, I couldn't breathe. Jasper had forced me to breathe, somehow helping me through it. I didn't know what was happening to me at the time, and still hadn't known. The scariest part was when the black spots came to cloud my vision. I didn't know what was going on, and it only got me more scared. So, I was thankful that it wasn't like then.
The door creaked open behind me and I froze, swallowing the lump in my throat. I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and turned to look at Jasper. I sighed in relief, looking back down at the table.
"You okay?" I heard him ask. I looked up and saw that eh was crouched on the flor next to me, and that he had clasped my hand in his. I shrugged, still feeling horrible, but a lot better that my brother was here.
"Look, if you-" Jasoer was interrupted by the sound of the door knocking, followed by a shout of "Woo, pizza!" from my other brother. I smirked slightly, looking at Jazz.
"I'm okay. Let's just go eat." He nodded his head and took my hand, helping me out of my seat and leading me to the living room.
All of the food was already there, and Emmett was already munching happily on the food, sparing a glance over at me and grinning. I couldn't help but chuckle at him, rolling my eyes. I sat next to Emmett, Jasper on my other side. Jasper reached for some food, and I saw that Charlie already had some. I grabbed a small slice of pizza, and nibbled on the edge, having lost my appetite.
"You not hungry, Bella?" I heard the gruff voice ask from across the room. I shook my head, putting the slice on a napkin in the coffee table.
"No...not really." Jasper looked at me and sighed, shaking his head.
"At least eat something." He insisted. The thought of eating made the bike rise quicker than I expected, and I had to quickly remove myself to the bathroom to hopefully get rid of it.
"Leave her. Ever since her mom died she's been funny." The mention of mom made me retch over the toilet, my chest and side flaring in pain from the action.
"I'll check on her." I heard Jasper say, before the door creaked open. Warm arms wrapped around me and pulled me from the toilet once I was finished. He flushed the toilet and looked at me, sighing.
"Bella, just ignore him. He's obviously had a beer at work," He said. "Just calm down." He ran a washcloth under the cold tap, them gently placed it on my forehead, then dabbing it gently across my face.
"You okay to go out there now?" He asked. I nodded my head, swallowing down the thickness in my throat. He took my hand and gently lead me back to the living room. Emmett's worried eyes landed on me and he put down his food.
"Hey, you alright?" He asked. I nodded my head, sitting back next to him. Jasper sat in the armchair this time, so I leaned back and rested my head gently on the armrest. Emmett tore his eyes away from me and went back to the quiet conversation, resting his hand gently on my knee in comfort. Fatigue soon took over, and my eyes fluttered shut, ignoring the noises of speaking and slowly fell asleep.
I slowly opened my eyes and took a second for them to adjust to the dimly lit room. I looked down at myself and saw I was still on the couch, and a blanket had been draped over me. The house was silent, except for the loud snores from my oldest sibling and my father. I sat up and looked around the room. The pizza boxes had been moved, replaced with two beer cans.
He couldn't resist.
My stomach grumbled loudly, and I realised I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast. I stood up and wrapped the blanket around myself, the house slightly chilly. I quietly walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, seeing the remaining pizza slices. I grabbed a small slice and started to eat slowly, my stomach growling in thanks to my mouth. The sound of the door creaking open made me freeze, and the hand on my shoulder made me drop the slice of pizza. It was only then that I realised that there was only one person snoring upstairs.
Chapter three finished. Sorry it took me so long to update. I would've done it yesterday, but I was really busy. Thank you to those who like this story, it really means a lot. So, what did you think? What's going to happen next? Reviews and suggestions are much appreciated. Thank you for reading!
-Bambie.