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Bella POV
I sat on the edge of the building that seemed to never end. I was in the clouds. Of course I wasn't literally in the clouds, I could be but I needed to think and being around people would just block my thoughts. I was trying to think, trying so very hard to clear my mind. Trying to figure out if things would ever get easy for Chris and I. Trying to stop the rain that would not stop pouring.
Trying to figure out if Piper hated me.
I was a puzzle. No, a broken vase. Shattered, destroyed. And now I was being dramatic.
But I was not sure of what to do. Things happened so quickly, secrets were exposed, hearts were broken, tears were shed, I didn't have enough time to register it all. But now that I did, not that every scene passed in my mind like a movie I wasn't sure if I made the right choice. Maybe I should have told Piper that I was leaving for, who knows how long. Maybe I should have told her about me and Chris. And maybe I shouldn't have broken up with him.
But I did.
And know I was just waiting here for someone to find me. I don't know who, but I was hoping someone could.
As if on cue I heard footsteps behind me, soft but confident steps. I knew immediately who it was, I could sense his aura. Orange, bright, burning, warm.
'Hello father.' I said, surprisingly my voice didn't waver. It sounded clear.
'Bella.' He said simply and took a seat next to me, his hair drenched as he squinted his eyes to see me.
'Do you hate me?' I asked him. He shook his head.
'Does she hate me?'
'I don't think so.' Michael grunted, his voice a little too convincing, 'I believe she is simply under stress, her pregnancy, Leo, her father and now her son and her best friend. It's a lot to take in especially in such little time.'
'She should hate me.' I said, dropping my head into my hands, 'I hate me.'
Michael laughed, amused by my words, 'Why?' I didn't answer, 'Why should she hate you? Because you found happiness and gave happiness to her son. And why do you hate yourself? Because you found love even though you went through so much and believed that love would never go down your path again.'
I sighed, a part of me knew he was right but right now I just needed to feel bad for myself, 'That's exactly why she should hate me.'
'No. It's not.' He sighed. 'She's not angry. She's just confused.'
'Was it wrong of me to leave Chris?' I asked, my voice shaking in fear and pain.
'Do you think it was wrong of you?' He asked, I rolled my eyes. I was getting pretty tired of him answering my questions with ran continued to pour down but now it was more slow and calm.
'My heart says yes, a completely foolish mistake. My mind says yes. But my logical...it says that this is the best way it could have ended.' I took a sharp breath, 'With the most minimal heartbreak.'
'So it was right and wrong?' Michael smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Sometimes he treated me like a child, even if I was far from it.
'Yes father.' My lips turned into a frown, 'I think.'
Suddenly the buildings in front of me were gone and Phoebe was in front of me, Paige right next to her.
Horrified.
They seethed with fear.
I could taste it, smell it, see it.
I was living their fear. I was in their place, in that moment.
Michael said something but I didn't hear it all I saw was them, all I heard was growling. A growling that was all too familiar.
'Bella did you even hear what I asked you?' He asked his voice feigning hurt.
I tried to speak but I felt like the growls were too loud for me to say anything, 'Dad?' I whispered, my voice barely audible. It hurt to speak and Michael noticed my pain, my discomfort.
'Darling?' He asked his hands flying to my head, trying to see the image I saw. I saw his his eyes widen as he saw the wolf, as he heard the growling. But I didn't want to believe it, I didn't want to believe the fear that was in Phoebes eyes or Paige's.
'Werewolf.' He hissed. His voice was covered in anger and disgust.
But I closed my eyes and shook my head tears flying everywhere, Michael removed his hands.
I opened my eyes and sat as still as a statue, 'Jacob.'
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