Chapter Eight: His little girl.
"Let's play a Love Game, a Love Game..."
"And that's Love Game, Lady Gaga's newest hit! Speaking of Lady Gaga, did you hear.."
The crackling sound of the overly chatty and extraordinarily irritating peppy voice of the Radio DJ droned on while the Cullens and I sat in absolute inept silence, the only sound the raspy crackle of the frustrating radio and my un-even, anxious heartbeat.
You couldn't blame me for being fretful, I was about to go and ask the my father-as I far as I know he is-if I was adopted! That had to call for some empathy! Not that I wanted it. Really.
I was quite pleased that no one had tried to sympatheize with me, and tell me it'd be okay. I didn't need that. I may be human, but even a human didn't need that kind of reassurance-It didn't help. It was better off to say life sucks than to lie that it'd be okay. How can you know? You can't. That's life, no one can know what it holds, no one, not even Alice. Even her visions aren't hundered percent inevitable, which only strengthens my point. Saying it's going to be okay only raises the question if it really will be. And for some of us, it makes us feel worse, pondering the future, and for some, preferably the younger ones, they feed on the positive-but vastly fake-propaganda, and feel at ease until the lie comes shattering down, and their left with nothing but the agonizing dimness of the truth they never adjusted to earlier, when it was easier!
"Bella? Love, we're here." Edward interrupted my mental fit, which made me realize I'd been acting unlike myself. I'd never been so bratty about trival matters, especially in my own head.
With a sigh of despair, I walked out, hand in hand with Edward.
"Charlie?" I called out, and my voice echoed eerily around the house.
In a few seconds, a voice responded to my call, but not the one I'd been expecting.
"Bells! You're here."
"Jacob? What are you doing here?" I walked further into the house, the whole party trailing behind me.
I walked into the living room and found Charlie, Jacob, Vanessa and a girl I'd never met before sitting on the sofa.
Charlie looked up at me, and his expression startled me. He looked like he already knew what I'd come here to talk about. His eyes were glinting with the identical remorse and anguish I'd seen in my dream a day or so ago. I supposed Jacob knew or something and that's what he'd been trying to tell me, and thought of maybe telling Charlie first. hence why he was here. I didn't know.
"What's going on here?" I started.
"Bella. I'm sorry I kept this hidden. I shouldn't have. I know Renee and I should've told you years ago, but with the divorce..."
I cut him off. "So it's true. I'm adopted." It wasn't a question, more like a remark, but I couldn't help that I'd unveiled my pain from the burning truth when I spoke. The pain was numbing, it sounded expressionless which made it all the worse. Even though I'd known it was going to happen, and that it might possibly sting, it was terrible to really process it was reality.
"I'm sorry, Bells. But I hope you know you'll always be my little girl." I gazed into Charlie's eyes and saw his precious love for me. He'd never shown it before, but here he was, today, showing how much he loved something that hadn't ever really been his? No, I would always be his. I found the treasure, the golden happiness in his inept, croaky, guilty but sacred words. I would always be his little girl. I could be strong. I could overcome this, it was all up to me. And so, I picked the side that would ease my pain, heal my wounds. I would forget that tiny (though unfortunately important) detail, and continuing living my normal life like it wasn't a big deal. It couldn't hurt, right? My mind and heart told me I was on the correct path, but a tiny, infuriating gut feeling told me I was forgetting something. Oh right. I was a black-blood. That meant I probably wasn't going to be continuing to live my normal life soon.
"But Bella, there's also something else..." Jacob began, slicing through my dwelling. His hesitiant voice made it clear what he was going to talk about so I opened my mouth to explain I knew somethings and took a few steps forward, but bumped into someone.
"Oh sorry," I said, looking down as I recoiled, but swiftly realized that someone I'd never heard before but felt close to-a familliar stranger-had been mirroring my words at the same time.
I looked up to find my reflection staring at me.
Huh. They'd never been a mirror there...wait...a mirror. That wasn't a mirror! That was...my jaw dropped open with recognition and the lookalike did the same, but I wasn't fooled with the mirror theory again. I let out a piercing scream.
Oh My God, what is going on?!
Okay, confusing and short, but you get the idea. Sorry for the delay, this time blame sheer writer's block. Review, or I won't update again soon. I mean it. Btw, I'm going on School Camp on Nov 2nd, so if you want me to update before that, you better review! haha. (:
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PS: The girl Bella'd never met before who was sitting on the couch was Ayesha, Vanessa's older sister and Bella's twin's bff. And Bella's twin, had been in the bathroom all this time, which is why Bella didn't notice her until now. I know, lame, but yeah, how else was Bella supposed to listen to Charlie before she met her twin? (: