Broken, Chapter Two
I lay in on my bed for hours crying about my parents, remembering all the good times we had together when I was a child. I remember when I was eight, I accidently sprayed the whipped cream on my parents which started the war. The kitchen was completely ruined when my parents surrendered to me and my awesome ways. We had to get the whole kitchen redone because the whip cream would not come out of the marble or tile.
My favorite memory as a child with them was when we all went on a trip to Hawaii just the three of us. We flew there first class on Jet Blue airways which was my first time ever flying. After that I was terrified of heights. My parents and I built sand castles, went swimming with all the wild life, relaxed on the beach, and learned how to surf. I haven't surfed in three years due to the horrible weather and the tiny waves here in London. But that didn't stop me when I was little. My parents and I went to all the tropical places possible to keep surfing the magnificent waves. We went to the Bahamas, Caribbean, Australia, Mexico, and Africa. We did a pattern going to each place again. First Australia, next Bahamas, after Mexico, then Caribbean and lastly Africa which was my favorite.
To take me out of my memories, my doorbell began to ring giving me a head ache. I lifted myself up from my bed, slowly making my way down the stairs to the door. As I opened the door, my family's lawyer came in with a brief case. I shut the door, guiding him into the kitchen as he placed his brief case on the island.
"We have to talk about the Will Bella." Nathan my parent's lawyer said.
We both sat down on the stools as he pulled out my mother's and father's will explaining everything that's going to happen. I shook my head the whole time in agreement. Then it was time to tell me about where the money is going.
"Your mother had two hundred thousand in the bank and it is all going to you. For your father, he had eight hundred thousand saved up only for you. The money has been transferred into your account and is ready to be spent wisely. I just need you to sign these papers for me and I will be on my way out." Nathan said.
My eyes were still widened with shock that I had one million dollars in my account. I never knew my parents saved up all that money for me, which was initially for college but I wasn't planning on going anymore. I signed the papers with my very fancy script sliding it back to him.
"I'm Very sorry for your loss Bella, your parents were amazing." Nathan said trying to comfort me.
"Thank you for your sympathy Nathan." I said giving back a little smile.
"Oh there is one more thing we need to discuss. You can take the time you need to decide this but would you like your parents to be buried or cremated?" Nathan asked packing up his belongings.
"Cremated." I replied instantly.
I never wanted my parents to rot in the ground with nothing but bugs and dirt. When they are cremated, I will put them in a box that I would take everywhere I go knowing they are always here by my side.
"Very well then Bella, I will send a note to the people who do the job and will be taken care of immediately. I must be off now sweetie, notify me if anything goes wrong okay?" Nathan asked before escorting his way out.
"I sure will Nathan, and thank you again." I said before he left the premises.
I walked to the fridge pulling out a pitcher of freshly squeezed lemonade my mother made the other day before she left on her vacation with my father. My parents have been wanting to go on a twentieth anniversary and be to themselves. I understood completely and I was happy for them. All my friends parents were either divorced or always fought over the most stupidest things. This was the reason that my parents never let me sleep over my friends house's. The sleepovers would always be here at my house, or we would camp out in the park and try to scare everyone that we could coming our way.
I loved that my parents never lost the spark that they had when they first met. It was unforgettable the way they looked at each other. Always there to comfort each other in their worst times. Like when my mom's mom died, my dad would watch her taking days off from work for two weeks before my mom insisted that she was fine.
My thoughts were interrupted once again due to my phone vibrating like crazy in my back pocket. I pulled out my phone pressing the answer button not checking who it was.
"Hello?" I asked sitting down on the worn out couch in my living room.
"Oh hey Bella, it's Harry." He said.
"Oh…." I said trying not to sound rude.
"I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner tonight at The Olive Garden. I invited my friend Louis but he bailed on my at the last minute. So I thought since you're in a bad state why not ask you to come with me…." Harry said.
"Erm, yeah sure. I can come. What time should I meet you there?" I asked.
"No don't worry about that, I will come and pick you around 6:30 good for you?" He asked.
"You don't have to Harry…." I insisted.
"No, it would be very rude of me not to pick you up. Where do you live?"
"130 Carter Drive, a little cottage on the left. You won't miss it." I said.
"Okay good, I'll see you at 6:30 then. Bye Bella." Harry said before hanging up.
I placed my phone on the coffee table resting in front of me. A smile grew on my face but suddenly disappeared. I realized that I could live in the empty house that my parents once lived in but not anymore. It was time for me to move on from this place and start over somewhere else here in London. I slowly got up from the couch making my way up to my bedroom.
Once I was inside, I pulled out my laptop that rested under my bed and began to look for apartments for sale. I went on .uk. I made my budget three hundred and twenty five thousand dollars since it included all my favorite three numbers. I started from most expensive apartments, and none really looked like it would be. But then one really caught my eye; two bedroom, one bath apartment fully furnished. A smile came across my face instantly while looking through the pictures. The furniture was just what I hoped for but better. I offered three hundred thousand not trying to go over my limit or be at my limit.