The promise
Chapter
2
I pried my
eyes open when I felt someone shaking me and saw my mother
smiling, "Honey wake up we're here." she uttered in
a tender voice. I groaned sleepily and stepped out of the car
grabbing my purse. My mother popped the trunk and I grabbed my
big suitcase and smaller one, she had insisted that I take
everything I owned just in case. As we got to the sidewalk
outside the airport doors my mother spoke, "Are you sure you
have everything? Do you need me to go in with you? Are you
hungry? Do you need more money?" she started freaking out,
she had slipped nearly five hundred dollars into my wallet last
night and wouldn't let me give it back all day. I even tried
to sneak it back into her purse this morning but she slipped it
right back in.
"I'm completely fine mom, you don't have to worry
i'm nearly eighteen I can take care of myself" I frowned
as did she. I felt bad for her and said, "Thank you."
and a sad smile danced across her face as she pulled me into a
tight hug and I heard sobs. "Mom don't cry, I'll be
back soon." I said rolling my eyes and smiling at her
reaction to me leaving, It wasn't like we had spent every
moment together, this was probably the longest time we'd seen
each other for a long time. "I'm sorry Bella, I really
am. I'm just really going to miss my belly." another sad
smile appeared on her lips. "I'm going to miss you
too." I started, "But I have to go, I'm going to
miss my flight." I said with a sad smirk. "Oh, yes I
almost forgot." She said giving me another breath squeezing
hug. "I love you sweety." she said putting her hand on
my shoulder. "I love you too mom." I said smiling and
walking into the airport.
* *
*
The flight wasn't that bad, but it was
extremely long and I forgot that California was three hours
behind New york so I would have insane jet lag. After grabbing my
bags I walked twords the exit and saw my dad. He still hadn't
seen me so he was still looking. I walked over and smiled at him,
"Hey dad." I said with a soft smile. He looked at me
and his eyes widened with shock, "Jeez Bella, you sure grew
up." He said studying my facial features. He sweeps me up
into a hug and I laugh, "I missed you." he says and
lets me go. "I missed you too." I said smiling. We walk
to the car and I'm surprised, I expected the weather to
bother me more but it felt pretty much just like New york. I was
wearing some dark wash jeans, a light pink and grey striped tank
top, some black vans, a black Victoria's Secret hoodie and my
special heart locket.
Before my parent's started fighting and eventually divorced I
had my last peaceful birthday. I was turning ten and was
extremely excited to be double digits. They both picked out the
locket and presented it to me that night. I was ecstatic that I
finally had a piece of jewelry that was special let alone a
locket. I looked inside and there was a picture of all of us
looking happier than ever. My parents were staring intently into
each others eyes smiling and looking more in love than I've
ever seen two people. I had a huge smile across my face and was
looking at them and not the camera but I still loved it. After
that the fighting happened and we all just separated and never
talked. I was alone so I turned cold and pushed people away
before they could push me away. I would still be that way if my
mother hadn't taken me to therapy when I was fifteen.
When we got to his car my dad put my bags in the back of his
dirty grey pick up and we drove off. We drove in an awkward
silence until my dad attempted to break it, "So.." he
started, "What have you been up to?" I had to give him
credit for trying but really? What have you been up to? Three
years and that's what you ask. "Nothing really," I
shrug, "just home school." He looks at me with wide
eyes, "Home school? Why the hell did you do that?" he
says raising an eyebrow. "New yorkers are the worst kind of
people dad." I say. Okay that may not be true but the kids
at my school were horrible. "Well the ones I encountered
were." I say sighing.
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