Chapter 2: The Devil Wears Cowboy Boots.
"Hi, I'm Jasper, would you be so kindest to move your things from my seat?"
Crap. And I thought I was lucky too. I got a whole 3 hour flight to Seattle, by myself and then he had to come up from nowhere and steal my luck. Although, he was pretty cute. He had long, shaggy brown hair, deep topaz eyes, and he was an inch or two taller than I was as well. I could tell he wasn't from Malibu or any of the surrounding areas, because he was wearing full on rodeo clothes. Maybe it was the popular girly girl in me, but I definitely didn't think cowboy boots were in, or even cool anymore.
"Sure." I stifled a giggled, as I saw his feet.
"Thanks. And you are?" Jasper prompted.
"Bella Swan." I said politely and opened my magazine. I turned to my favorite section, the "Who wore it better?" one. I loved seeing the ridiculous outfits people wear.
"Bella Swan. Well, then. Where are you going?" I rolled my eyes. Is he for real? Can't he tell that I'm reading?
"Washington. Where else would I be going?" I used my snotty popular voice, because, quite frankly, I could care less about his feelings. I didn't even know the dude!
"Hah. We have a jokester on our hands. How old are you?"
"Wait—Are you stalking me?" I gasped. Maybe Madelyn had put him up to this. It wouldn't be the 1st time.
"No. I'm just trying to be polite. Jeez. Its all the same with you Malibu girls!" he yelled exasperated.
"Hah! You are stalking me! Then how else would you know I lived in Malibu? And another thing. I am nothing like those Malibu girls. Get that one thing straight. Nothing. Because if I was, I wouldn't be the social outcast I am all because my sister was killed, and I would be flirting you!" I yelled. I stood up, grabbing my things, in search of a new seat. Of course, I couldn't hold the tears; they came to fast. The flight attendant asked me to go to my assigned seat, and I didn't argue. I slowly slunk back into my seat, praying he wouldn't speak. Unfortunately, nobody heard me.
"Look, I'm sorry. I guess I was just to fed up will California, and especially Malibu." He apologized. Ok, so that was nice. But how many ties do I have to take excuses before I can quit? I sat in silence, trying to not listen to him. Eventually, after he reasoned I wasn't going to speak anytime soon, shut up. Luckily, I was so tired that I fell asleep fast.
***
"Bella?" a small, quite voice said.
"Yeah, its Bella." I said, curious. It was dark, but it wasn't that freaky kind of dark. It was calming, like a bedroom.
"I miss you." I heard her—I think it was a her—say. Suddenly it clicked. Rebekauh.
"Bekauh?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes.
"I am scared." She said, her voice wobbling. I was scared to. I didn't know why I was here.
"Its ok, I'm here." I reassured her, trying to be the bigger sister that I was.
"No, Mommy. I am scared for Mommy. Why is she doing this stuff?"
"Mommy misses you a lot. She is just in denial." I said, because that was I the reason I came up with.
"Mom isn't in denial. She wants to be dead. She wants to be with me." Bekauh said, tears trickling down her cheek. I couldn't speak. This wasn't happening my mom wasn't trying to kill herself, was she? She knew I love her right? Is it not enough?
"Bella! I'm falling!" Bekauh yelled, but again, I was to late. I couldn't grab her in time. I fell to my knees, bawling hard. My mom was suicidal, my sister was gone forever. And who's life was in ruins? Mine.
***
"Bella! Wake up!" I awoke shaking with fits of tears. Jasper was staring at me, anxious to see me conscious. Even though I don't like this dude, I must have freaked him out bad.
"Get…you…hands…off…me!" I said through gritted teeth, so only he would hear. He let go, and I fell hard on the floor. I stood up and brushed myself off.
"Miss, I would like to ask you to remain in your seat, because we have landed." The same flight attendant with whom I'd dealt with earlier said. I grumbled and plopped in my seat. As I waited for the apology, I heard the ding and the release of the door. Moments later, everyone was getting off the plain. I sighed and collected my things. I fought my way through the crowds, and found the bathroom. There, I brushed my hair and my teeth. After I was all clean, I went off to baggage claim and saw my father looking for me. I smiled and relaxed. He was still the same old Charlie. I slowly walked to the door, and my dad engulfed me in a huge hug.
"Good to see you Bells." He said, his mustache tickling my nose.
"You too dad." I said, finally feeling at peace with myself. I was safe, and warm and I had love. Nothing to worry about right?
Wrong.