Questions Bring Love
Chapter one: Return
"I'm telling you for the last time: I need a break!" I shouted angrily at the man in front of me. He just glared at me.
"You're the director of this newspaper and the best journalist in all the state! We need you here!" he insisted.
"No, you don't, Gregory! Stop being so annoying. I'm taking some time for myself." I replied bitterly.
"How much time?" he asked looking defeated.
"Two months."
"What? Are you nuts?" he was more than shocked. I laughed at his face.
"No, I am not, Gregory. But I need it. Working so much doesn't help me. My illness is getting worse and I just need some rest." I tried to convince him. He looked at me dead serious then smiled.
"You didn't look too good this week, I agree. What did the doctor tell you?"
"That the bronchia problem returned and it's worse. I need some wet air." I said laughing. He finally seemed convinced.
"Go and rest. Have a safe journey." and with that he left me alone. God! It was good to have so time free. I took my mobile slowly and wrote down a number then called. After a minute, a strong voice answered.
"Yes?"
"Dad, it's me, Bella." I said smiling.
"Bells, it's so good to hear your voice. How are you?"
"I'm fine, dad. I just wanted to tell you that I'm coming in Forks tomorrow in the morning and I'll stay there for a while."
"A while, dear?" his voice was demanding the truth. Poor dad, I haven't seen him for 2 years because of my job.
"I'm staying two months, dad!" I replied sweetly.
"That's great, Bells! I missed you so much. I'll see you tomorrow then." His voice was full of enthusiasm.
"Sure, dad. Love you!"
"Love you too!" he replied and ended the call. I put my mobile on the desk and closed my eyes. Happy images passed in front of my mind eyes, images from my childhood and from my high school years. There were colored images, full of energy and love. And they remained like this: still, unchanged, incomplete. After this, I moved to New York and graduated from a famous college. That made my life complete. I became the best journalist in the state and the director of the "New York Times" newspaper, the most read newspaper in the state. So, we were a huge business. After two years as a normal journalist, I became the director. And that made my professional life happier than ever and my personal life die. I was twenty three and had no boyfriend. I opened my eyes. Every man that tried to be with me ended sick of my busy life. But that was me…right? I groaned deeply and I closed my eyes again.
The next morning, I was driving fast on the empty road towards Forks. Forks was probably the wettest place on the world. There was always raining, but that was exactly what I needed: a wet place where I could stay and relax. The road was long and made me very tired, but I finally reached the town. Huge trees covered the houses like guardians. Has Forks always been so green? It was raining, of course, but I enjoyed that. I finally stopped my car in front of an old house. A man was already waiting for me in front of the door, dressed in police clothes, which made him very handsome. I ran towards him and hugged him tightly. He laughed at that and responded to my quick embrace.
"I missed you, dad!" I almost shouted. I soon felt tears on my cheeks, burning my flash, but I didn't care. I was finally home.
"I missed you too, Bells! Welcome!" he replied.
"Thanks! It's good to be back here!" We both entered the house and sat on the old couch. So many memories came into my mind, so many great life moments, long passed happiness.
"You know, everybody has been asking of you!" said dad happily.
"Who?" I asked just to hear his voice again.
"Well, a lot of people." He clarified.
"Such as?" I insisted again.
"Let me remember." He thought for several minutes then answered. "Jessica Staley, Mike Newton, your best friend Angela, her boyfriend Ben, your ex biology teacher Mr. Varner, Tyler, Eric, Jacob (he gave a deep look), even Lauren."
"You were right. There are some people interested in my lifetime." I agreed.
"You never ask about them." mentioned dad. I suddenly felt uncomfortable.
"I asked you about Angela." I remind him.
"One time, months ago." He said sadly.
"Well, yes…" I admitted shyly. "I was busy!" I used my best excuse.
"You are always busy, Bells, that's the problem. I'm glad that you came in a little holiday, but what will happen when you'll go back to New York? You'll begin the hard work again and you'll get even sicker."
"And what do you expect me to do?" I asked a little upset.
"Quit you job." He answered simply. I remained shocked and looked at him like he was crazy. Was he joking?
"You have no right!" I shouted angrily. I felt my breathing accelerating.
"Hell no!" Yelled dad. "I'm you father!"
"You can't control my life!" I shouted back and got off the couch.
"Yes, I can!" he said angrily.
"You ca…!" but I didn't continue my answer. My breathing stopped and I fell on the ground unconscious. Everything went black.
R&R please.