A/N: Hola, Cómo está usted? Yeah, I have been brushing
up on my Spanish, so feel free to ask me questions in Spanish,
cause' I could answer them now. BOOYAH!
I would also like to thank "The Girl Wearing a Cross" for her nice reviews
on my other story "The Takeover".
Bella's POV
We were all gathered around the table, talking and just making small conversation, I'm surprised Sue hasn't lashed out at me. But she insists on keeping up this charade, I couldn't wait for this night to be over, I'd rather be in my room, sitting on my bed writing a song.
"So, Bella, how do you like school?" Carmen asked, forking a bit of her salad into her mouth.
"Um—well, I'm liking it, I guess." I said, shrugging, I didn't feel like talking. I took a sip of my water, while Sue gave me a death glare, obviously not liking my answer.
"Mom, can I be excused?" Leah asked, and Sue nodded.
Leah's POV
I got up from the table and walked upstairs to Bella's room. I was looking for my earring, it must have fallen out of my ear while I was talking to Smella, god she is so annoying.
I was in her room, on my hands in knees, feeling around under her bed, looking for my earrings.
I felt my hand bump into something hard, I pulled it out and saw it was a beautiful cherry wood box. My curiosity got the best of me and I opened the box, I looked inside and saw a exquisite necklace with the initials R&B on it. I set the necklace on the side of me and saw pictures of Renee' and Bella, I snagged up the pictures, and I ripped each picture up one by one.
When I was finally done, I picked up all the pieces and tossed the on her bed, I put her necklace
in my back pocket. Noticing something shiny on the floor, I picked it up, realizing it was my earring. I slid it into my ear and left the room and went back to the dinner table.
Bella's POV
I was glad dinner was finally over, I helped Aunt Victoria clean up the kitchen, did the dishes,
washed the dining table, swept and mopped the floor, and sat in the living room with Aunt Victoria
while we talked about how our life is going to be when we get out of here. I just hoped it would be soon enough.
After a while, I trudged up the stairs, into my room heading straight towards my dresser, snatching a ratty old t-shirt and shorts. I turned away from my dresser and noticed pieces of paper all over my bed, scattered on my pillow and comforter. If I had not slammed my hand across my mouth, I bet I would have heard a blood curling scream slip from my lips.
I ran towards my bed and kneeled beside it looking at all the ripped up pictures of me and my mother, the only pictures I had of her, gone, destroyed, ripped up by a cold hearted person. Someone who knew how much they meant to me.
I finally pulled myself onto the bed, feeling the tears well into my eyes. I fought the urge to scream, wail, rant, and demolish, but I was better than that. So I curled up on my bed, pulling the pieces of the pictures around me, falling into a sleep filled with horrible nightmares.
Sorry that this chapter is short, but I have been really busy. But I hope you liked it.