Chapter 3: Numb
The next year and a half was torture. I had no friends at school, and made no effort to meet new people. Edward vanished without a trace exactly a year and a half ago. I was seventeen now.
I couldn't help thinking about how if he were here, he'd be in the army by now.
I finally decided I had to get out of Phoenix. It would be good for both me and my mother. She met and married Phil, a baseball player who traveled a lot. She wanted to go with him, so I decided to move in with my dad to Forks. It would be miserable, but not as miserable as losing your best friend.
The plane ride was fine, and Charlie was there to meet me when I got off. He was extremely happy about this turn of events. I smiled at him. "Hey Dad."
"Hey Bells. You look good." He commented.
"Thanks." We got my bags, which fit easily into the cruiser. When we got home, there was a red truck in the driveway. It was cool- I could see myself in it. Edward would think it was awful, I thought with a smile. He loved new, fast cars. I could finally almost think of him without getting depressed.
"Like it?" Charlie asked, to break the silence we slipped in.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"The truck. I bought it for you as a homecoming present." He smiled.
"I love it! Thanks so much, Dad!" Now I wouldn't have to walk to school in the rain tomorrow.
We went inside and he left me alone to unpack. Charlie doesn't hover. I just sat on my bed and watched the rain fall outside. A tear rolled down my cheek as I whispered, "Edward would hate it here". As soon as I unpacked, sleep overcame me and I dreamed of him in this strange, green city.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. If anything, Twilight owns me.
