Back to bella!
I was on my way to my house, which only took seconds. I had just told Edward that I was leaving him. One of the worst things I ever had to do in my life. Actually, it was the worst thing I've ever had to do. I couldn't believe that I did it. I felt horrible. I hated myself.
But then I realized that it was for something much bigger. Something more important than my happiness or my existence. Edward. My Edward. Doing this saved him, and that made me feel better. It was the only thing keeping me sane at that point.
When I got to my house, I peeked into the window. I kept telling myself that I was going to the airport right now, and not my old house. The unknown Volturi vampire said midnight, and I had about thirty minutes, so I just sat outside the living room window of my old house, and watched Charlie asleep in front of the T.V. I chuckled at the sight, and then felt sad for not being there with him.
I wanted to look around the house, just to take it all in, and to make sure Charlie hadn't made it a biohazard. I slipped in through the window and stood next to the couch, watching my father sleep. His beer gut was slowly moving up and down with his breathing. I laughed at myself for remembering what it was like to breathe.
I moved into the kitchen. Of course it was a mess. I really wanted to clean it up for him, but I knew that that would be catastrophic.
Despite my objections, I found myself picking up some dirty dishes and putting them in the sink to soak.
Afterwards, I went upstairs to check out my room. It looked exactly the same. Nothing was moved. I figured I could grab some things to take with me to Italy. It would be a long trip.
I took out a spare suitcase that I had in my closet and put some clothes in it. Unfortunately, I took some of my favorite outfits to Edward's house, but luckly, Alice had gone shopping to buy me a whole new wardrobe, and I still had some clothes left here.
I had filled the suitcase when I heard a noise downstairs. I froze in place. Was that Charlie shifitng on the couch? Or was it the unknown vampire?
I went to the bottom of the stairs in a flash to check it out. I sighed when I saw Charlie flipped over on his belly, barely on the couch anymore. I laughed silently then went back up to my room to finish getting ready to leave.
I found a book on the floor of my closet, and went to open it. When I did, I saw something that I hadn't seen in what seemed like forever.
My photo album.
It was the album I filled right before Edward left me that one time. that also seemed like a lifetime ago. I laughed at myself when I realized that it was a lifetime ago.
The first picture was of Edward and me in my living room. I looked so different then. It was strange seeing myself that way. I looked so small next to him too. I was happy to see that I wasn't like that anymore.
Then there were just some shots of Edward alone. I remember our relationship being slightly strained at that point because he knew he was leaving, and he was hurt because he had to leave me. I felt a horrible feeling spread in my body with the remembering of those days. He was so still in these photos.
I then saw Charlie. At that time, he wasn't too happy with Edward after that incident in Phoenix. After I met Edward, so many thing happened to me that I never would dream of in a thousand years. Such times that came from our relationship...
"Bella?"
I froze where I stood.
Was that Charlie? I was afraid to turn around. Should I run? That sounds like him. How did I not hear him comming? Was I that distracted? What should I do now? Until now, he thought I was in college on the east coast. Maybe he's sleepwalking.
"Bella? Is that you? What are you doing here?"
Yes, that was him all right. He must have slumped off the couch and woken himself up. I was still frozen, my back turned to him. I decided to face him.
I slowly made my body rotate to face his direction. He was still sleepy-eyed from sleeping on the couch.
"Bella, aren't you going to say anything? I've really missed you. Wait, is something different about you? You look really different." He rubbed his eyes.
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. My brain was just on standby mode. Then, I did the first thing I could think of.
I ran straight out of there as fast as I could.