I only realised after I uploaded that chapter, how very shorts it was.
I apologise. I have tried to lengthen this one a bit I have been adding random sections
all english lesson today. I am trying to build them up and make them longer but
they will sometimes seem rather short compared to other fanfics.
Enjoy :)
The house was exactly the same as I remembered. Bare walls, wooden floors and the sink was still piled high with dirty dishes. The place was seriously lacking a woman's touch. Nothing had changed from the time I came to visit last. Nearly nine years ago. Even the weather was the same though I was starting to doubt whether that would ever change. I dropped my new house key to the small table in the hall, removed my now soggy old trainers and started to progress through the house. Inspecting every room, starting downstairs and working my way up. I entered each room with curiosity, as though I was a stranger entering the house for the first time. I guess I almost was a stranger, nine years was enough time to forget. I had missed Charlie all the time, but I never came to visit as I never wanted to leave mum alone. But now she has Phil, the murderer, the liar.
I finally reached the guest room, which I was to re- occupy, and I tentatively pushed open the door. Cream walls as to blend in with the rest of the house, shiny laminate floor boards and a wire frame bed. This was the only room in the house to have seen any change since I had left last time. Charlie re-decorated the room for my own good, the memories were gone. The room was now in dire need of another make over, but now was not the time for that. I unpacked my belongings and distributed them around the room and adjoining bathroom. I took out the last item in my bag. A photo. As I looked at it, my heart ached and the tears spilled onto my cheeks. The pain I was trying to forget came back. There was no way to leave it behind me, nowhere to find a surge of strength. I lay back and let the misery have me.
A while later when the tears had finally stopped. I set the photo on my night stand, dried my eyes and headed to the door. The buzzing sound of the baseball on the TV reached me as I approached the living room.
"You unpacked Bells?" Charlie asked me.
However his eyes never wandered from the screen. Ever the sports addict.
"Yes, I came down to deal with that growing pile of dirty dishes actually."
My voice sounded choked up and sorrowful, even to my own ears. Charlie must have also noticed this, as he turned his attention away from the TV screen and looked up at me. I tried to seem lively and refreshed. My smile fixed fakely onto my face, it didn't work. My tearstained cheeks gave me away.
"O Bells, come here." Charlie whispered.
I didn't need to be told twice. I fell into his arms, and wept and wept. The tears wouldn't stop. All of my emotions pushed through my eyes. My anger, my hurt and my disappointment. Hours seemed to pass. The baseball game flickered virtually unwatched across the screen, although the sound of cheering occasionally caught Charlie's attention.
When my eyes finally seemed dry and every inch of Charlie's shirt soaked, it sat up. My red puffy eyes were drawn to the only window in the room. Sitting in the driveway, overlooking the house was a rusty old Chevy truck. I turned to glance at Charlie; he just smirked and said,
"I know nothing can cheer you up right now, but I am hoping that it's a small step in the right direction. Its Billy's old truck, he can't drive it now with his wheelchair and all and it's still in working order, just doesn't go very fast."
I didn't want to mention that in comparison with the pain I was trying to deal with, a Chevy rust bucket would hardly even be a small step in the right direction, more of a miniscule upside to moving to Forks. And I mean miniscule. Though I tried to seem optimistic and glad, my forced smile was transparent. I said my thank you and gave his arm and appreciative squeeze. I mean at least he is trying, which is more that what mum did, though it disgusts me to even call her that. Charlie's attention finally turned returned to the baseball game. We resumed as if nothing had happened between us.
"So, Bells, how about those dishes?"
It was a big mess, and I wasn't talking about the dirty dishes, although I wasn't quite sure how long they had been piled up in the sink. My life was going down the toilet. I was losing it, spiralling out of control. I was slowly breaking down. I have been ever since that dreadful day in May. I lost my life that day, I lost everything. I don't know why it happened to me. I was hardly ever in the wrong, never sinned, maybe I happened to tell a few white lies in my life, but so what who hasn't. I don't deserve the cards that the fates have dealt me. Surely?
My trail of confused thoughts was rudely interrupted by the loud ringing of the house phone.
"Bella, would you get that please?"
I sighed Charlie, would never change, that was two things I could be sure of in my life, that and the fact that the weather in Forks would NEVER change. Sigh. So I did what I was destined to do here in Forks. I picked up the phone...
Hope you enjoyed that. I am having more and more fun writing the chapters as the story progresses. :)
I really can't wait until the mistery family arrive in the strory (cause we all have no idea who they are!)
So the story is slowly but surely proggressing. I won't be updating my chapter til sometime next week
as i need to write it and my inspiration comes to me whilst my english teacher, yells at the class :)
So don't lose hope it will be up by about wednesday at the latest.
I also want to say A BIG shout out to all those of you have reviewed. Thanks for the tips and encouragment
I am moving to read all my reviewers fanfics now and leave lovely comments on all of them
Love ya all :)
