I stood there for a couple moments… I don't know how to explain this feeling within me. My stomach flipped with a twist of anxiety in my chest. I was finishing up an order of pizza, because of no meat in the freezer and I'm pretty sure Charlie didn't want a single bowl of rice, when Uncle Charlie walked in the house. I was surprised to see the darkness outside when I caught a glimpse of it while I had walked to the phone and paid attention to the call to keep the order with my budget range to coincide with my allowance from Charlie.

"What are you doing?" He demanded as he stopped in the archway of the kitchen.

My eyes widened at his tone, and I replied back to the clerk before hanging up the phone, I read his body language as I replied back to him, "I ordered a pizza."

"I disconnected the phone." He said, crossing his arms.

He's mad, he's so mad. I stammered over my words if they even were words. "I-I-I."

"Vivianna, why would you reconnect the phone when I disconnected it, purposely?"

"I—I." I tried again but I failed to speak.

"Answer me."

I looked down at my feet, "I—I was n-n-nerv-ner-nervou-nervous-s abo-about i-i-it being disconnected." I inhaled sharply through my nose to gather my nerves, "I didn't know whether you'd call or if I'd have to call you. Sue called; she wants to spe—"

"Why did you answer the phone?" He demanded.

"I'm s-sorry."

"Look at me." I looked up at him from my feet, he is so mad. His face twisted, "I disconnected the phone for a reason. Do you understand?"

I couldn't speak.

"Do you understand?!"

"Yes." I confirmed with a bow of my head to stare at the floor. My jeans have a bleach stain from cleaning from an approximate

He inhaled deeply running a hair through his thinning curls and looking up from the floor and restraighten his cap, "Go pack your things."

My heart jumped in my throat, "Why?"

"You're going back to Moncia's." He said unbelievably calm with reserved, dull brown eyes.

"No!" It fell out of my mouth before I could stop it. "No! Uncle Charlie I-I'm sor-sorry!"

"Go pack your things," He said again, calmly.

I shook my head, inching towards the back door wrapping my arms around my torso, "Please."

"Vivianna." Uncle Charlie said quietly, calmly, he took a step forward. His eyes and face are beginning to tint with color.

"You're sending me away?" I don't think he heard me, but he seen something on my face and he stepped back and inhaled sharply looking away, "Why? What did I do?"

"Vivianna," he said calmly, collecting himself to say something. "Moncia and Stephen put a contest against the will. They… I can't pay for lawyers and legal help. They rose they added members to their legal team to fight in the case… Honey, … I'm sorry."

I couldn't read his face, but I could read his eyes. He looked in pain, regretful, ashamed. Like he was in pain about this decision, I had a feeling it wasn't his choice, but he was going to give me back to her? The front door opened, and Monica called out my name.

My shoulders deflated, I looked down to my hand pulling the pizza money from my front pocket and set it on the countertop.

Uncle Charlie grabbed my shoulder before I left through the front door, I looked up at him when he came rushing out of the kitchen after hanging up the phone.

"Hang tight for the next week, okay? Hang tight, take your meds, listen to her and I promise I'm coming back for you, okay? I didn't give up on you, kid, I'm not giving up on you. A week."

"7 days." I repeated and nodded once.

"Hang tight."

I nodded again and walked out the front door.

I sat in the backseat of Moncia's sedan as she drove back to Port Angeles. I tried to stay vigilant, but I fell asleep 15 minutes on the highway.

"Vivianna, we're here, get up."

I opened my eyes to the parking lot of the airport but not just any airport, Port Angeles airport; I looked around as I adjusted against the back of the seats and unbuckled.

"Where are we going?" I asked, groggily delirious.

"Just to eat before we go home." Her vice had an edge that I didn't trust.

And I had been right not to trust the tone in her voice. When she brought me to a tunnel for a plane heading to Texas and she gave the attendant my name, I stared at her for a few seconds while she handed off a single one-way ticket to the clerk. She looked down at me, everything around me and Nana blurred, my heart is fluttering like a rabbit.

"I'll see you in December, sweetheart. I love you, behave for your Aunt Francis," Nana says placing a fake, affectionate kiss to the crown of my head and guided me towards the entrance tunnel.

Aunt Francis, mom's younger sister, and Uncle Jarrett live in South Texas in a beach house of a small town, Aunt Francis has her own small business where she makes her own clothing and jewelry, hippy shit. But I love it, her ambition, and her creativity, and she is very different from Monica. Monica respects Aunt Francis for something when she was my age, I don't know the story but all I know is that I was going to be going back to Uncle Charlie's in a week. I felt it in my gut with a painful squeeze around my chest, I looked towards the tunnel and adjusted my jacket before I took those steps forward.

I sat down in my designated seat and looked out the window. I looked down at the book Jacob gave me this afternoon as the plane began to roll forward with my finger shivering as a numbing chill crept throughout my chest. The chill spreading throughout my chest was prickling sting travelling down through my muscles and tendon into my bones, I shivered as I watched the world began to blur and the plane shook as it lifted into the air wrapping my arms around my torso as every joint in my body began to pulse with sharp prickling pain that left them stiff and cracking every time I moved.

I closed my eyes with Jacob's face behind my eyelids. I wished… I wished I didn't mention Bella, I wished that I had said something else to keep him talking. I wished he were here right now. I wished I were at Charlie's.

I wish this was a dream. I can't believe this was happening; I can't believe that I was being sent away. Maybe… this had been Charlie's plan, he had yelled at me before I left, maybe this had been his plan. Maybe he didn't believe in me after all, those thoughts hurt me so much. I squeezed my eyes shut as a heavy wave of betrayal and dread washed over me, weighing against me with the weight of an elephant.