3. Decision Letter

Finally! It was the day we were leaving. It was about 11:45 so If the flight to Denver was at 1:30. That left me an hour or less. I called ahead to my mom, telling her about my plans, not bothering to say anything to Phil. I took a shower, and got ready in a half hour. It wasn't till I got out my suitcase did I realize Phil had still been sleeping. I went to see if he was even still breathing, for my mother's sake.

He was. So I made a mental list. I would need a second outfit to change into when in Seattle, I cant show up at my dads door wearing a sweat outfit. Plus, the day I arrive in Denali, Concert day, and the day we leave. That's about 4. I packed up clothes, appliances, and my notebook that became so important over the past few months.

It took only ten to pack. I was ready, and then suddenly I got a call from Kara's mother. I answered it in enough time not to wake up Phil with the loud noise.

"Hello?" I answered in a half whisper.

"Bella? Hi! Were going to be there in 5. We don't want to be late so be ready!" she said in a hurry sounding way to enthusiastic.

"Yeah, I understand. I'll be ready. Bye." I replied.

"Byeee!" she squealed.

Suitcase in hand, I walked down the, what seemed like it, long stairs into the living room where I found Phil, awake and sitting up his chair. Kara and her parents weren't here yet, damn! "Where are you going? And with a suitcase?" He asked. "Umm… no where for a long time, I asked my mom, so she knows." I explained hoping he wouldn't do anything.

"Fine" he said throwing an empty bottle at me, I tried to shield myself but it ended up hitting my knee and a single piece went straight into my kneecap. I couldn't help but scream, wince and run to the kitchen.

I was still wiping the blood as Kara's Range Rover pulled up. I hurried, grabbing a large oversized bandage and my suitcase and running out the door. I finally put the bandage over my knee once I was in my seat. Finally, almost a whole week without him.

The airport in Seattle was just as I remembered it, it brought back lots of memories. I went to the ladies room to change into a different outfit. Since change of weather was always crucial to have another change of clothes. I got a taxi to bring me to Forks, though I had to pay extra for them to go far and to take me to my house. I just hoped Kara and Liz would be okay staying at the airport hotel, with Kara's parents…

But I haven't seen Charlie in months, in need to pay a visit. The hour long taxi ride, I was trying to think of things I would say to him. Phil was definitely at the bottom of the list. I came up with a reason as to why I had a huge gash in my knee. I practiced it over and over so it didn't seem like I was lying. I was cleaning dishes and I dropped a glass when I bent down to clean it up, I cut when knee.

I would definitely need stitches, but just a couple. It took a half a second for me to realize that the taxi was parked right outside Charlie's house. He was home thank god, I would hate to just walk into his house. I said thank you to the taxi and grabbed my rolling suitcase.

It was like déjà vu when walking up to the door. One knock was all it took for Charlie to open the door. "Who's th… Bella!? What are you doing here??" Charlie was definitely very surprised to see me, its what and I was looking for.

"Hey dad!!" I took the liberty of walking inside. " Well, I thought I should stop and say hi, pay a visit. I have a layover from Seattle to Denali. Kara is having a concert on her birthday there. She used to live there, till she moved back out to Jacksonville."

"Oh! Well I'm glad you did come by. Sorry the house is a little messy." He looked around the kitchen at what he left behind from him trying to cook.

" Oh that's okay. I can help you clean. You want to go out to eat? Maybe catch up on what we couldn't say over the phone."

"Yeah definitely. I'm starving, and haven't had a good meal in a while."

We went to the same restaurant we went to went I lived here. We talked about everything, almost, I only got as far as Phil's hopeful career ending.

He insisted I go to the hospital for stitches, he found out when I winced when I would sit up or down. I didn't want to, but he drove the car, so I had no choice when he pulled up to the hospital.

The doctor gave me three stitches instead of two, he didn't want it to pop open when I sat. He didn't ask any questions till Charlie went to sign a form. I was still there cause the doctor was writing a prescription if I had enough pain.

"Now what brings you back in town?" the doctor asked knowing I hadn't been back since I left for Jacksonville. "Well, it's sort of a long story, I'm only here on a layover to Denali, Alaska. A friend of mine's band is playing a concert there for her birthday, and I'm tagging along." I said with a tiny laugh at the end.

"Denali? Umm… Well I don't mean to pry, but can ask you as a favor to do something for me when your there?" He asked. A small part of me kind of knew what he was going to ask. " Yes of course. Like what?"

"Well I have this letter I would like to send to Dr. Cullen. But I don't want to pay for sending it. Not that I cant its just if you could, I wouldn't be wasting a lot of money for one letter. Could you? I already have the address on it."

What?!?!?

"Yes. I mean I'll already be there." He thanked me and handed me the letter and the prescription. I was sort of making a mental note on how I would deliver the letter.