Italian Angel

𝑀𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑉𝑎𝑛𝑠

I S A B E L L A

-Saturday-

Today was the day. The final day of moving in. The day that I would begin a new life, well sort of, and live with my new family. It was weird, to think that I would ever leave this house because of such a reason, I thought that I would leave it because of college, or more likely, running away, as I was too lazy for college.

"Are there any boxes still left in your room?", Liam asked me, pulling me out of my thoughts as i went down the stairs, a carton box in my hand. "No, but I will go check in a few minutes." He gave me a nod, before jogging down the stairs, towards the kitchen, where I could hear shouts. It was always the kitchen, the place where the unnecessary fights happened.

To be honest, I was glad to leave this house, because I hoped that I could be on a fresh start, with my father, my brothers, and most of all, my step siblings. Maybe even with Alexandra, but that was unlikely to happen. I was going to miss it though, the memories, especially with my mom. I was ready, to accept Jennifer, as a mother, because I needed somebody to trust, and I wanted to have as many memories with her as my mom. I wasn't mad at Nathaniel anymore, because, changes happen. And sometimes changes are good, especially for the future.

It wasn't going to be easy though.

I placed the last carton box in the moving van, that I shared with the others, and inhaled the fresh morning air, letting myself relax before getting to the emotional part. It was a sunny day, no clouds, still chilly. My alarm, that was stuffed between books and shoes, had woken me up this morning, 8:30 am. We needed up get out early, because my brothers and I had agreed that we would want to go eat breakfast before we would meet everybody else.

So, here I stood, in a Hawaii sweater and leggings -because I had the habit of getting cold easily- looking at the house, the house that had been my home for the past 15 years, and getting all messed up over nothing.

"Yo, stop standing there! I need to pack my stuff." A voice behind me nearly shouted, and as I turned around, it was James. Who else could it be? The twins always had a short temper. I scooted away from the van as he shoved his stuff away.

With my arms crossed, I went back inside, and up the stairs, to my room. My body was tense and felt heavier, the further I walked. I never thought that it would be this hard to say goodbye to walls and a roof.

I hugged myself, now standing in the door frame of my old room. The fairy and LED lights were off, same as the pictures, and the shelves full of books. It felt weird, to stand here, everything empty and with no personality. I sat a last time on the bed and enjoyed the view from my window, waving at Hunter's Balcony. A tear escaped my eye, a single tear as I looked at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts a little.

I couldn't cry now, so before I was a sobbing mess, I left the room, shutting the door closed, and overthinking the memories in there. The fire stairs case, the all nighter I did with Logan, Elijah teaching me how to sketch, reading through all my favorite books second time, my mom reading me a fairy tale.

Oh yes, my mom.

I decided that it was best to leave most of her memories here, except for the the small wooden box, that I had tucked under my arm only seconds ago. I didn't want to be reminded of her, not in my new home. It wasn't the best decision, but it was best for me, because I couldn't stand crying myself to sleep every night just because I missed her. I didn't want to. And even though my mother wasn't going to forgive me, I needed to do what was best, for my mental health.

I trotted down the stairs, after making sure that everything was in the wooden box, the perfume, the notes, a dried marigold, her diary.

"Bella! get in the car, we are leaving, with or without you!", I increased my pace and saw all my brothers, putting in their last boxes and some of them were already in the car, as I closed the door. "I'm here! Don't forget me!" I waved and gave them a smile, because it was a day to be happy, a day for a new start, and I, for once, was in for it.

We drove in one large black mini van -not the ones used for kidnapping- and I had one row of seats for myself, as I sat in the very back. Lucas and Logan shared one row, the twins did too, and Elijah was supposed to be driving while William was in the passenger seat. Nathaniel and Jennifer were already at the house, to prepare everything.

I had my phone with me, my computer, headphones, a thriller book, but it was very unlikely that I would read because I would get carsick. Everything was in my small vans bag that hung loose over my shoulder, while I watched my eldest brothers fuss around, from van to van to house, like ants that had just discovered a picnic. The twins already sat in the van, talking about topics I probably had no idea of, while Lucas was currently making quick phone call and Logan was elsewhere.

"In the van!", William called out, as he took a seat in the vehicle, and I squished myself through the rows of seats and finally on my seat. I put on my headphones, put my playlist on shuffle, and listened to music.

My brothers soon entered after and got themselves comfortable while Elijah started the engine. I leaned against the window and looked at our house. I turned to Lucas, who sat in front of me, and tapped his shoulder. He was about to doze off, but then answered with a quick, "Yes?", while turning his head. "Will you miss our home? You know, because of Mom and all?"

"'Course I will, but its nothing negative that we are leaving this place, I mean, new memories, new family, new house." I nodded, a bit sad about the topic, and I sensed that he was partly thinking about her too.

My gaze turned back, looking behind me as best as I could, to see the remains of our house, already a few meters away.

The first and last goodbye in this house.

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This chapter gave me a summer morning vibe, idk why, but it kinda made me happy :)

Dw, more chapters will be coming about this moving day! And uhm many thanks to @TeaTimeWithTea and Fuckoff286!

I'm also thinking about a sequel, but I'm not sure, so....

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