Somewhere To Begin Chapter 1 Hardwood Floors, a twilight fanfic

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Chapter 1: Hardwood Floors

Bella

I pulled up in the driveway, sat back in my seat, and took a deep breath.

He was home.

Good, it was time to end this.

We were done.

We've been done.

I snatched the envelope from the passenger seat, got out of the car, and closed the door. I took another breath, sucking in all the fresh air I needed to keep a clear head.

I walked up the porch stairs and made my way inside.

This was it, no turning back now.

I stood in the entryway and looked around at the pictures lining the walls. They held memories of happier times and showed who we used to be. At one time, I could look at that and feel love… and warmth.

But they hold no resemblance to who we are now.

I closed the door, loud enough so he could hear me.

"Isa, Baby, is that you?"

Who else would it be?

"Isa." He said louder.

I hated that nickname, and he knew it.

"Babe?" He called.

As I followed the direction that his voice came from, the only sound was my stilettos as they clacked against the hardwood floors.

I found him in the family room, stretched out on the couch, watching some sports game. He looked comfortable and relaxed.

He must've felt my eyes on him. His head popped up off the arm of the couch, and he turned around to look at me. "Hey, Isa." He smiled as he sat up. "You didn't hear me calling you."

I leaned against the archway. "Yeah." I sniffed. "I heard you."

He frowned.

"So." I blew out. "How was your day?"

"Good." He squinted his eyes. "How was yours?"

"Fine." I shrugged my shoulder.

"Okay?" His eyes darted around the room.

I stared at him.

He let out an exaggerated sigh and crossed his arm. "What's the problem now?"

I chuckled humorlessly.

His jaw clenched. "What Isa?" He asked in a sharp tone.

I smiled politely, disingenuously, while I blinked a few times.

He rolled his eyes, puffed his cheeks, and let out a breath as he repositioned himself on the couch. "If it's not one thing it's another." He muttered.

I laughed; it had an edge to it.

His nostrils flared. "What do you want, Isa?"

"What do I want?" I raised my eyebrows and smirked.

"Look, I don't feel like doing this… whatever this is." He waved his hand between us. "I was having a great day." I bet he did. It was Thursday, after all. "But now you ruined it. So, can we just argue already so, we can be done?" He glared.

"Okay." I nodded my head. "But who said I wanted to argue?"

"Oh please, you come in here with your attitude, and being all cryptic. You want to argue… you always want to argue, as usual." He stood and threw the remote down on the couch. "So, cut to the chase. What have I done now?"

I lifted the envelope and held his hard stare. I'm sure mine was just as cold. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

A/N: And there you have it… the revised chapter 1. Let us know whatcha think.