New Life, New Love

"Bella?" His voice was quiet and even with the music blaring all around us I could hear the confusion in his voice.

I had to look away. I began to feel my cheeks burn. I knew I was turning red.

"Why are you turning red?" He stepped forward.

"I....I..."

"How'd you get those?"

"I...." I looked at my hands as I began to fiddle with my fingers.

"Let's get you home." I looked back up at him but his green eyes avoided my gaze.

After Harry opened my door for me, he quickly said he forgot something and he would be right back.

After about ten or fifteen minutes he got into the car and started to drive.

As he stared intently on the road, he seemed to be deep in thought. His eyes were narrowed, only allowing a small bit of green to peak through, his jaw was well defined, especially since he was pressing his lips together tightly, a sign that his muscles were tense.

He caught me staring, but he didn't smirk. He wasn't his normal cheeky self.
He just looked back to the road before he separated his pink lips.

"Does it still hurt?" He was referring to my arm.

"A little, but not as much."

"When did you get them?"

"Today."

"Oh." He bit down on his lip. "I'm just a bit confused."

"Why?"

"Well today, you were wearing that see-through shirt, but you didn't have those cuts."

"So?"

"Well, then your brother said something interesting at lunch after you had left, but he wouldn't explain what he meant."

I didn't think much of Harry's words. It's not as if Jon knew about my past.

"What did he say?"

"It's kind of a long story. Melody came over to me and everyone and started yelling at us. We didn't really know why but we found out you left school. She told Jon that we may have been the cause of it. And then Jon got really mad. He said something like "We came here to get her away from all of this!" And I don't know. It was just weird. What exactly did you try to get away from?"

I felt myself getting nervous, but I brushed it off. I wasn't going to tell Harry what I was getting away from. Jon didn't know about my bullying, so I don't know what he could be talking about.

I shrugged and I honestly said, "I don't know what he was talking about, Harry."

I could hear Harry sigh.
I looked around and saw that we were almost home. Thank god, I didn't want to be having this conversation with Harry any longer.

As we were pulling up to my house, Harry turned to face me.

"Bella, please be honest with me. Did you cut yourself purposefully today when you ran away from school?" My blood began to boil when I heard his question.

"Harry! No, I'm not that kind of girl! God, why would I do that? Just because you guys made fun of my today? Please, don't flatter yourself. You don't have that much influence over me. It was a kitchen accident, alright?" I had began to unbuckle myself.

"That looks like a really bad kitchen accident to me." His tone was sarcastic, but I knew he was mad that I had snapped at him. "You know, Bella, you don't have to be so viscious! You aren't entitled to treat my like shit just because you think you are better than me and my friends."

"I don't think I'm better!"

"Really? You don't?!" His voice was raising.

"I'm not doing this with you anymore. Fuck you, Harry, fuck you." His nostrils began to flare with his words. He slumped back into his seat and rolled his eyes. A smirk flashed across his face.

"You know you want to."

"You disgust me." With that I slammed the car and ran into the house and into my room. I fell face forward on the bed and let out a groan.

"Belle? You okay, honey?" My mom's voice could be heard through my door.

I groaned again into my pillow. "I'm fine, mom. Just tired. Please, leave me alone."

But instead of leaving me alone, she opened the door. My dad was with her.
Their faces were serious.
"We need to talk." My dad's voice, though low, was quiet.
I nodded, bracing myself for whatever they were about to say.
"Have you been seeing Harry?"
My eyes flashed with surprise, I let out the most sarcastic laugh I had ever had. "What? No! Why would you even think that?"

My mom shook her head. "You guys act really weird around each other."
"That's cause we can't stand each other. Believe me, I would never date Harry."

"That's what I want to hear Belle. I don't want you dating boys right now, but I know its gonna happen, we aren't stopping you from dating, but I'm your father I would never everlet you date him, you're too good for him or anyone like him." I didn't know what to say. I felt a little guilty when my dad said that because Harry accused me of thinking I was too good for him and I denied it.

"If that's all you guys wanted to talk to me about, would you mind letting me go to bed now?'
My mom began to frown.
"What, mom?"
"I just...I went to go look for my makeup and I found it in your bathroom. I thought that if you were seeing Harry then you were trying to impress him but changing your appearance a bit."

"Oh no, I was just...experimenting."

"But that's not all we found." My mom looked at my dad, he gave her a reassuring nod as my mom continued.

"We found your razor on the floor, it was covered in blood. And there was blood on the floor." My mom's voice began to waiver as my dad placed his arm around her.

Immediately, I felt my mouth get dry, my heart rate was going so fast. The room started to spin. What was I supposed to say? I tried to come up with a lie.

"I wasn't paying attention...uh....I was shaving...and I cut my leg pretty deep, so I ran out of the shower and yeah..."
My mom relaxed. "Oh, I don't know why I didn't think of that."

"Why weren't you at school?" My dad's voice was grave.

"I felt....I had cramps." My dad shifted uncomfortably.

"You didn't go to the nurse?"

"No, I went to the bathroom and uh, couldn't move. When I went to the nurse, she was on...um her break...but I didn't want to wait longer so I went home for medicine, and I, uh, fell asleep and didn't realize I had missed school."
My mom nodded. "Just don't let it happen again, okay?"

Finally, they gave me their goodnights and left me in my room. I fell asleep, only to be greeted by a nightmare.



*Nightmare/flashback. Setting: Oregon, Bella's old home. Freshman year*

I was a little nervous as this was my first day of high school. I stood at the top of the stairs and listened to my mom and grandma talking.

"You must be so proud of Jon." My grandma croaked.

"I am! It was just so hard this summer though, with Jon's soccer team traveling around the country, I'm so glad he's finally home. Though we probably won't be seeing much of him around, it's soccer season so that means lot of practice and games."

"Well, you also must be so proud of Grace. She told me last night that at her drama camp she was awarded best actress! I always knew she would be good at acting. And with a face like hers, she could be big. I'm proud to say my granddaughter is one of the most beautiful girls my eyes have ever seen! I also heard she was at the top of her class last year!"

My mom let out a light laugh. "Yes, she is quite the beauty."

"And I heard that both Grace and Jon were at the top of their classes last year!"

"Yeah, we are very proud of their hard work!"

"What about Bella? What does she do with her life? She doesn't seem to be achieving as much as her siblings. I'm worried about her."

"Bella?" My mom paused as if she was thinking hard. "Everyone loves her. She's a beautiful, carefree spirit. These past couple years she has been quite popular, but she is never rude or mean. She's always kind to everyone regardless of their status. Her grades are fairly good but her achievement is her heart."

I smiled at my mom's words, but it was still a little disappointing that I hadn't really achieved something. I didn't have a talent and I was always a little jealous of Grace and Jon's skills. I was never in the spotlight so I always felt a little like the runt of the family.

-Change of scene. High school hallway-

The class bell rang but I was so nervous I went to the bathroom. I didn't care about being late. When I was finished I came out and saw a group kids hanging around. One of them stepped forward when he saw me.
"What's your name?"
"Belle."
"Mmmm I like that. Would you like to ring my bell?" He winked as his friends began laughing.
"You shouldn't say stuff like that. It's wrong and rude. What would your mom say?" I began to walk away.
When he grabbed my arm, "Excuse me? Who do you think you are bitch?"
"May you please let go? You are hurting me." His tight grippened.
"Well someone thinks they are above it all." One of his friends said. Her glare was beginning to scare me.
"What? You think you're too good for me?" He said as he slapped me.

*End of nightmare/flashback*

Notes

I didn't have time to edit but I will do it later...


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