Chapter 8
Disclaimer: I admit it…..
"So, tell me your story." Edward requires of me.
We're sitting in Starbucks. Its Saturday afternoon so there's a bit of a crowd, but we still managed to find a booth near a window where we can talk quietly without being overheard. I got a mocha and was utterly surprised when Edward had ordered a simple black coffee. Despite Edward's objections, I payed for the both of our coffee's as a thank you for his coming along.
"I grew up in Miami, Florida." I stated after a long sip. "My dad Henry died when I was 4, so I vaguely remember him; and for a while my mom Elaine was a single parent. She worked her butt off for me and my younger sister Cassidy, and I respect her for it. It was hard for her of course. Sometimes I would find her crying while doing the laundry or she would stay in bed all day. But eventually she got married again when I was 11 to my stepdad George, and had my half brother Jeff. We were what you would call an all American family. Family visits in the fall, trips to the beach in the summer, crackling fires in the winter, and camping trips in the spring. Cassidy and I came to trust George, and see him as a fatherly figure. But what no one knew was that my step dad George was secretly having an affair," I stated and heard Edward gasp.
"I guess my mom wasn't enough, so he had been screwing around with a teenage prostitute named Carly for almost 5 months. No one knew until one day, when Carly came by the house while George was at work. Apparently George was stupid enough to give her our real address, but say he lived there alone. When my mom answered the door, Carly asked who my mom was, and when she told her, Carly broke out in tears, conveying the whole story through sobs. After about an hour of hysterically crying, my mom packed our bags and ran away with us, leaving but a single note to George stating what had happened, and that she was going to sue. But George chickened out, and when it was time for the hearing, he disappeared, leaving Jeff behind. My mom took Jeff in, and raised him, but when she looks at him, I can see the hatred in her eyes, bringing back memories of the past. She loves Jeff of course, but he looks a lot like George, so it's painful for her."
I sigh because I can feel the tears coming, and scold myself while laying my head in my hands. I just told Edward my haunting past, and I've only known him for about a week. Yet somehow, I feel like I've known him forever and can tell him anything.
I look up to Edwards's warm hand on mine and stare up into his big caramel eyes.
"It's okay now." He states. And with those three words I already feel better.
Author's Note: I love this chapter I feel it is important emotionally between Bella and Edward and also Bella's background. I had fun writing it. COMMENT!
