Second Chapter- No Hope
Bella's Point Of View
I tried to be quiet as I crept in, six hours over curfew; my head thumped violently from a quick developing hangover, stomach acid was burning the back of my throat telling me I needed to vomit. As I pushed the front door open, the house alarm went mental, ringing loud and high pitched. Fuck! I should have known he'd do this. Charlie was suddenly at the top of the stairs, his gun in his hand, pointing it at me. It was too dark for him to realise that it was actually me.
"Dad, put the goddamn gun away!" I said, slamming the door shut, and turning to reset the alarm. I heard the click of the safety switch, and I sighed heavily. He made his way downstairs, and grabbed me by the shoulder, pulling me around. He shone a bright medical torch into my eyes, making my head throb even harder.
"Go to bed, Isabella," I could hear the hurt in his voice, and the anger, he only called me Isabella if I'd pushed his patience. Why can't I stop? Why do I have to hurt him all the time? Guilt engulfed me but I did as he said, dragging myself up the stairs. I fell into bed, in my clothes. Sleep came easy to me, especially if I had plenty of alcohol in my system.
When I woke up, my hangover wasn't as vicious, just a faint headache. I rolled out of bed and looked out of my bedroom window. Charlie's Police Cruiser wasn't there, meaning that he'd be at the Police station late tonight. I looked the clock on my bedside table, it was half seven, meaning I had ages to get ready. I jumped in the shower, washing my hair, removing the stench of alcohol from my skin, and hair. I was in the shower for a brief twenty minutes; I wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel. I wiped condensation off the bathroom mirror, and began brushing my teeth; the toothpaste stung the back of my throat. I'd drunk way too much last night; my body hates me for it too. Once I'd spent a reasonable time doing my teeth. I ventured back into my bedroom, and sat on the edge of my bed. I looked at my bedside table, to see my phone LED flashing green, meaning Charlie had text me. I hesitated before reading it.
FROM: CHARLIE-Bella, I love you so much, but all this drinking is getting out of hand. You're going to end up killing yourself. I am just trying to protect you, please Bella I'm trying so hard, but I give and I give, and I never get anything back. Love you x
I groaned, I hated when Charlie was like this, he made me feel so guilty. Alcohol made me feel so much better, but I knew I couldn't keep doing this; it was taking a toll on me physically, not just emotionally. I quickly got dressed, into a pair of slacks, and a baggy t-shirt. I tied my hair up into a ponytail and wrapped a bandana around my head. I'm not making an effort today, I'm going to stay in, and actually get my head straight, maybe even call for some help. Maybe Jacob would start talking to me again. Before I went downstairs I text Charlie back.
TO: CHARLIE I'm sorry, I'm going to get cleaned up. I mean it this time. I love you too dad X
The kitchen looked immaculate; Charlie had obviously decided to clean up after himself this morning. I dug through one of the kitchen drawers and found Charlie's address book. A man, with an address book? What was this world coming to? I found the number for Billy Black; I quickly dialled the number into the house phone, and pressed call. They answered straight away.
"Hello, this is Jacob." His voice seemed so foreign to me. It was strange.
"Hi Jacob, its Bella." I was nervous, shaking almost...