Intrigue
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 8
With a sigh, she leaned back from her laptop, massaging the kinks from her neck. She’d been working on this story for months after having taken up writing for something to do. Like every novice writer, she had dreams of publishing, but…
She chuckled. “Gotta finish the damn thing first, Bella,” she muttered just as someone knocked at her door.
She smiled. It could only be Jasper back early from his errands…
With a bright smile, she pulled the door wide…and went ice cold, the smile instantly dropping from her face.
She tried to slam the door, but a booted foot stopped it. “Please Bella, I just had to see you.”
“You’re not supposed to be here!” she said, her panicked breath gusting past her lips as she leaned against the door, his boot still wedged between the door and the jamb.
“I miss you,” he said and she clenched her eyes shut.
“Go away.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“You’re sick,” she hissed “if you think for one second I want you around…”
“We love each other!” he growled. “You may not remember it, but we did—we do.”
“I never loved you! Not the way you claim. I would’ve felt it. Now leave, or I swear to god, I’ll call the cops!”
“Bella, what we did, what we had…”
She gasped and shoved against the propped door. “Leave!” she screamed. “I hate you! What you took from me…”
“This again?! You wanted it!”
“I told you no!”
“It’s not like you fought! How was I supposed to know?!”
“I told you no!”
“We were drunk…”
“Leave!” she screamed again.
His foot slipped from the door, allowing it to close, and she scrambled to lock it.
“I’m not giving up,” he muttered through the closed door. “I love you, Bella, and I’ll never give up.”
She heard retreating footsteps and raced for her phone.
“Bells?” her father answered the next second and she fought down the rage and fear to be able to speak.
“Why didn’t you warn me?!”
She heard him sigh.
“I was going to. How’d you find out?”
“He was just here, Charlie!”
“And?”
“Isn’t that enough?!”
“He won’t hurt you, Bells.”
Her mouth dropped open as she searched for words. “He already has!”
“Bells…come on, you were both drunk…people make mistakes all the time when they’re drunk…”
“This again?! He—he…”
“Yeah, he should’ve waited until you sobered up, but he’s paid for that screw up. Six months restriction on the Rez, and let’s not forget you played your part in what happened.”
Her stomach lurched as tears rolled down her cheeks. “You side with him again…”
“Look, I’m not siding with anyone. There’s plenty of blame to go around, but you’re both good kids who made a mistake; one not worth ruining lives over.”
“I told him no,” she murmured through her tears and he sighed again.
“I’ll talk to him.”
“Yeah, Charlie, you do that,” she said, feeling betrayed.
Again.
With a sigh, she leaned back from her laptop, massaging the kinks from her neck. She’d been working on this story for months after having taken up writing for something to do. Like every novice writer, she had dreams of publishing, but…
She chuckled. “Gotta finish the damn thing first, Bella,” she muttered just as someone knocked at her door.
She smiled. It could only be Jasper back early from his errands…
With a bright smile, she pulled the door wide…and went ice cold, the smile instantly dropping from her face.
She tried to slam the door, but a booted foot stopped it. “Please Bella, I just had to see you.”
“You’re not supposed to be here!” she said, her panicked breath gusting past her lips as she leaned against the door, his boot still wedged between the door and the jamb.
“I miss you,” he said and she clenched her eyes shut.
“Go away.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“You’re sick,” she hissed “if you think for one second I want you around…”
“We love each other!” he growled. “You may not remember it, but we did—we do.”
“I never loved you! Not the way you claim. I would’ve felt it. Now leave, or I swear to god, I’ll call the cops!”
“Bella, what we did, what we had…”
She gasped and shoved against the propped door. “Leave!” she screamed. “I hate you! What you took from me…”
“This again?! You wanted it!”
“I told you no!”
“It’s not like you fought! How was I supposed to know?!”
“I told you no!”
“We were drunk…”
“Leave!” she screamed again.
His foot slipped from the door, allowing it to close, and she scrambled to lock it.
“I’m not giving up,” he muttered through the closed door. “I love you, Bella, and I’ll never give up.”
She heard retreating footsteps and raced for her phone.
“Bells?” her father answered the next second and she fought down the rage and fear to be able to speak.
“Why didn’t you warn me?!”
She heard him sigh.
“I was going to. How’d you find out?”
“He was just here, Charlie!”
“And?”
“Isn’t that enough?!”
“He won’t hurt you, Bells.”
Her mouth dropped open as she searched for words. “He already has!”
“Bells…come on, you were both drunk…people make mistakes all the time when they’re drunk…”
“This again?! He—he…”
“Yeah, he should’ve waited until you sobered up, but he’s paid for that screw up. Six months restriction on the Rez, and let’s not forget you played your part in what happened.”
Her stomach lurched as tears rolled down her cheeks. “You side with him again…”
“Look, I’m not siding with anyone. There’s plenty of blame to go around, but you’re both good kids who made a mistake; one not worth ruining lives over.”
“I told him no,” she murmured through her tears and he sighed again.
“I’ll talk to him.”
“Yeah, Charlie, you do that,” she said, feeling betrayed.
Again.
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