"Hmm...maybe I shouldn't have used green for your hair. Maybe a pretty pink, or a lovely purple. Ohhh, what about a nice blue, Auntie Bella, that colour always makes you look so beautiful, like a real princess." She mused, as she measured out her painting of me, using the length and width of her tiny Left thump. She scrunched up her little nose, tightly closed her left eye, and stuck her tongue out to the right, as she consentrated on the picture before her.
"What do you think?" She asked me. She was probably expecting one of my usual answers, like 'its very pretty hunni' or 'I think you could be a real artist when you are all grown up.' She always loved compliments on her 'pretty pictures' - that is what she always called them - but when I did not answer, she turned around to face me, her eyes confused and a little hurt.
"No, sweetie, I love your painting; I always do. I was just so caught up with watching our little angel make her piece of art, that I didn't realise that I had not answered you. Of course I love it, who could not love such a beautiful picture." I rushed out, as she became teary at the thought of me not liking one of her many pictures. I pulled her into a tight hug, releasing her as I kissed the top of her head, and ran to put are dinner out.
I began setting the table, and intructed Edith-Marie to go and wash her hands, ready to eat. I tooked at my watch impatiently. 'Where is he?' I thought. Its not exactly unuaual behaviour for Jacob to be late, but he promised he would be home in time for dinner. His little princess had been waiting all day for him as he run his laps around Forks, and anow he is late?
I placed the plates out as I huffed and puffed, irritated at my best friends absence. I have had a life filled with so many lies, and broken promises, I didn't need them from him. When HE left, I'm not going to pretend I was fine, because I wasn't. I was the complete opposite. And that one thing that he had said to me, had an affect on me that would stay there forever;it changed the real me.
Suddenly, I heard a picture fall over behind me. I froze as the matal frame hit the worktop with a 'clank.' I knew that it was not Edith, because I could hear her singing cheerfully, as she splashed in the water she'd filled the sink with upstairs. Before I really had the time to think about it, I grabbed the butter knife from the small kitchen table at my right, spinning around quickly, and throwing it in the direction of the person sneaking up on her.
I heard a catch of breathe, sounding like it had came from a male, but could have been anyone with the human weakness of my hearing. I opened my eyes wide - slowely straightening up from my fighting crouch - as my jaw dropped and my eyes became slightly watery. I had so many emotions, so many things to say, but when I opened my mouth wider to speak, nothing came out. It took several attempts of speech before I finally choked out a few words, "I..wasn't expecting to see you again." I whispered, feeling completely stupid that this was the only thing I could say.
It was only then that I realised I had thrown a knife at them. I looked to the left of their head, and there, only an half of an inch away from full contact, my knife was stuck firmly in the wood on the wall. I quickly rushed forward as I apologised and tugged on the knife till I pulled it out. I heard a small chuckle come from my recent guest, and turned to face them in disbelief.
"Your laughing?" I asked, still slightly shocked at the action.
"Yes." They said simply. They gathered control before speaking again, "I wanted to see you again Bella. I missed you."
Well, this was a shocker. I would never imagine them ever saying that to me, not after what happened. I became so overjoyed, I smiled brightly at them, and a tear slowly trailer down my cheek.
"I'm so gald to see you." I whispered, but before they could reply, Edith came bouncing down the stairs, a huge smile on her face.
"Oh, dear, I amost forgot you were here hunni. Why don't you go and draw me another picture, and I will come and tuck you in at bedtime." I rushed out, my thoughts incoherint. She looked between me, our new visiter, and back to me again before she finally spoke.
"But, what about dinner? Is Daddy not home yet?" She asked. I could tell how disappointed she was, and it broke my heart. Then I remembered, oh yes, dinner, I'd almost forgot. I looked up at the clock, 5:43pm.
"Dinner is going to be a little later than usual sweetie. Its seems daddy has been caught up again, he must have a lot of work to do. You go up, and ill come and get you when he's home." I slowly walked closer to her, and kissed her forehead, and guided her in the direction of her room.
I sighed, took out my phone and rung Jacob. It went straight to voicemail so I just left a message. A very annoyed, threatening message.
"Jacob Black! You get home now. I don't care how much Sam wants you to stay with the pack tonight, you have a beautiful daughter upstairs who is impatiently awaiting her father. Food will be in the oven if your not home by 6:30pm. You promised Jacob, and you broke it. Again. Leah will be home tomorrow, don't make me tell her about your little packs get aways. I mean it, home. Now." I shouted. Huffing, I dropped the phone to my shoulder before holding it back to my ear. "Okay, bye Jake, love you." I sighed, ending the message.
I turned to see a very shocked face staring at me. I had almost forgot there were standing there. My head was so hectic tonight. I sighed again, I have had anough of this life, I just want to be HAPPY for once. I put the phone down slowly, eyeing them curiously.
"What?" I asked.
"Uh...I just...its just that...I wanted to...I was just wandering...erm...nothing." They stuttered.
"Okay?" I asked slowly, extremely confused over their behaviour. I had never seen them stuggle for words before, it was some what amusing to me now. I smiled slightly as I walked through the the living room - they followed me of course - and sat down on one of the small couches.
To my surprise, they came at sat on the smale couch next to me, turning their body to the side to look at me. I did the same, a smile still lingering on our faces.
"So...why are you here exactly?" I asked curiously. He sighed, but still smiled at me slightly.
"We need to talk."
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