Chapter Seven:
The plane ride.
Bella's POV…
Bella was not happy at all. She could not believe that Charlie was sending her away. Bella was sitting in her seat waiting for take off as she was holding back her tears. Bella has gotten good at holding her tears at bay. Or at least she thought she had.
Am I really that broken that even my own father can't love anymore? Am I truly that tainted that my present disgust him that much? God! Why? Why did you make me so weak? Better yet why let me live through my encounter with James if all I was ever going to be was alone for the rest of my life?
Deep down Bella knew that she was being dramatic but she just couldn't help it. She believes that she was entitled to a little bit of drama after this morning. Oh God! This morning was Horrible!
It was actually the first time in a long time that she woke up feeling great about the day. Like everything was going to be okay. The sun was shining through her window and birds were singing their good morning. She woke up feeling happy. It had been a long time since that had been. So she had quickly hopped up out of bed hoping to chase the feeling of happiness throughout the day. She made her bed then picked out her clothes for the day and headed for the bathroom.
When she returned to her room wrapped up in her bathrobe she came face to face with her father. She blushed as he handed her a pile of clothes and told her to get dressed. Once in the bathroom she realized that what he handed her was not what she picked out. Confusion filled Bella but she wasn't about to go face Charlie in nothing but her bathrobe. So for lack of a better option she slipped the leggings, sports bra, and t-shirt that Charlie handed to her.
When she was fully dressed she went to ask Charlie what was going on. She was stopped in her tracks as she spotted her suitcase layout on her bed, half packed.
"Daddy?" Bella asked softly. "What's going on?"
Charlie paused in what he was doing to look at his daughter. Grief filled her father's face and sadness shone in his eyes. Bella could tell that her father was having a hard time finding words.
"Daddy? I thought we had talked about this?" Tears began to swell in Bella's eyes. "You said you wouldn't send me to Mom's. We both agreed that it wouldn't be fair to either of us." Bella demands. "I want to stay here with you and the pack."
"Baby, I promised you that I wouldn't send you to your mother's. So I'm not." Charlie walks over to stand in front of Bella. "But Baby you're not happy here."
"Yes I am!" Bella yelled. Bella's heart was pounding. Her chest was growing tight.
"Bells. You can't lie to me. I know you're not happy. You have come so far in your recovery physically but mentally Baby something is stopping you from living." Charlie gently cups her cheeks. "Your smile doesn't fill your face. Your eyes don't shine. Your laugh is guarded. Hell Bella I still catch you wrapping your arms tightly across yourself as if you're trying to hold yourself together. It's like one minute you are feeling nothing at all then the next your grief consumes you." Charlie stopped to breathe and blink the tears from his eyes. "So I am sending you to Sam's."
Ugh! To think today started out so good. Bella did but didn't want to see her big brother. She just knew that deep down he would be disappointed with her. She hadn't told anyone the full story cause she wanted to live in ignorance for as long as she could. Now that she was heading to Sam's she understood that she would have to tell him the whole story. Maybe not right away but she knew he would get it out of her one way or the other. She just hoped that when the words do come out she wont lose her little family.
With that hope in her heart she borrowed deeper into her over-sized hoodie. Seeking what comfort she could for what was going to undoubtedly be a long day.