Cold Grey Light

Date Night

POV Bella

I woke up that morning so full of energy, Annabella had work at the office until midnight. So I had the whole house to my self. I got up cleaned up, did the laundry, mopped, vacuumed the carpets. When I finished my chores I took a long hot bath.

It was so soothing, and relaxing, when I looked at the time it was 6 o'clock, I raced out of the bathroom into my room I had to do my hair, I turned on the blow dryer. I made it pin straight, then put my makeup on, I made sure it looked good and not to overloaded. I finally put my dress on and the cardigan over it, and slipped into my heels. By the time I put my earrings on the door bell rang. I ran to the door and opened it.

He was there standing like a model. He was dressed in dressy pants and polo, so I was a good idea to wear the mini black dress.

" Wow. You will great", he said amazed.

" Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." I said shyly.

" So are you ready." he said.

" Yes.." I said with my head down.

We walked out of my house, he ran to the car I didn't even see him, he was standing there with the door open, I sat and he slowly closed the door, he had a Volvo it was such a nice car. It was all leather on the inside. He started driving, his driving started to scare me he is going so fast.

" Whoa... slow down, are you trying to kill us,"I screamed.

" Bella. Come down I always drive like this," he said calmly.

" Why what's the hurry," I said still yelling.

" I just like driving fast, its fun ..that all." He said.

" Well, when you turn us into a Volvo pretzel it is not going to be fun," I said scared.

" Fine, I'll slow down, for you." He said nicely.

" Thank you.." I said.

" I hate driving slow." he said under his breath.

" So tell me about your childhood." he asked.

" I grew up in a small town in Boston, Cambridge, I was actually born there.When I was seven years old I moved to Brooklyn, New York, with my mom."

Our apartment was on the second floor...my grandparents lived on the first floor. My Grandparents managed the block and my Gramps worked the night shift in a factory. They literally brought me up. I lived at their apartment 90% of the time, all my toys were there...and, I even remember my crib being there when I was a toddler...and a big brown dog named Junior slept under my crib.

Believe it or not, I even remember my Gramps coming home, early in the morning, picking me out of my crib, getting me into a dry diaper and PJ's,he would always wrap a big towel around the steam heat pipe, warming it and wrapping me up in it.

Living in a large apartment block had its benefits...quite a few kids my age lived there, too. Three of us little girls were the best of friends. We put on plays on the pack porch, played every game you can imagine...jacks, jump rope, hop scotch, tag, stick ball, pies, telephone. We all went to the same Parochial school, the same church, we were always together.

Sometimes, on Sundays, my grandparents would load us girls into the old car and take up to Forest Park to feed the animals, run the tree lined trails and play in the grass. We always brought a bag of stale bread to feed the ducks. The biggest treat was stopping for ice cream on the way home.

I spend about 3 years over there, but my mom didn't like it. She would work all day as a jorunalist in the office and leave me with my grandparents, so she started to get jealous that I was getting closer to them. So we moved.