Part 18

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Bella had got back home. She got out of the car and slammed the door. Once inside, she headed up to her room and slammed the door shut.

Jacob who was completing his homework in his room opened his door to see that Bella's door was shut. He headed over and knocked on the door.

"Go away." Bella's voice was heard from inside her room.

"Isabella, it's Jacob. Do you want to talk?" Jacob asked.

Bella never replied as she had put her music on with her earphones. She started blaring out some random tunes that she used to listen to.

Bella was on her bed crying her eyes out. She put on her random playlist that she had made. She started to fall asleep with her earphones on.

Michael was upset with Sophie as she allowed Bella to be picked up by Alan and Tom this evening.

"She's been through a tough time Sophie, why couldn't you just leave it alone for a while?" Michael asked angrily.

"It was Alan who wanted to see Bella. I told him not to bother, but he was demanding from me. So, I told him OK but not to take her anywhere fancy and she needed to be home so she could rest up. I didn't think that he would take her to the Savoy where I picked her up from. She was in tears on the phone wanting to come home, so I just went and picked her up."

"Well since we have taken over her care, I have spoken to her doctor as he called here whilst you were out dropping Bella off at dance classes. They have spotted something on her latest MRI scan. They need to see her again straight away. They wouldn't say what it was to me and wanted to tell us all at the same time." Michael mentioned to his wife.

"Oh no, when do they need to see her?"

"I told them that she wasn't available tomorrow because of all the hard work that she had put into her dancing recital. They need to see her at 9am the next day." Michael told her.

"I hope that its nothing bad and that they can fix it." Sophie mentioned.

"Let's hope that Alan sorts his life out and makes sure that Bella is his number one priority. He needs her and she needs him. But I am just hoping that this urgent hospital appointment isn't anything bad." Michael looked up to hear Jacob banging on Bella's door.

"I'm going to go up and see what is going on." Michael headed up the stairs to see Jacob constantly knocking on the door.

"I think that she's put her headphones on and is listening to her playlist. Dad is Bella, ok?" Jacob asked his dad in concern.

"I'm hoping so son. For her family and ours."

"Isabella?" Michael knocked on the door.

He got no answer so decided to proceed slowly.

Once inside Bella's bedroom, he spotted her on her bed with her headphones on and she was leaning against her bedhead hugging her knees and rocking.

"Oh Bella." Michael went over and sat down on the bed.

He slowly reached for one of knees. Bella jerked and looked up to see that Michael had entered her room and sat with her.

"Oh, Uncle Michael, why did I agree to go and sleep over at Aunt Emma's? I was going to school the next day. I have missed months of school due to the accident. Speech and physical therapy were hard. I couldn't talk much cause of the injury that sustained in the accident. I know that I am not the same girl that I was before the accident and that I have changed. It's not fair on you and your family that my own father can't stand the sight of me now. I can't help the way that I am now." Bella cried her eyes out and hugged Michael.

"Bella, you are still loveable girl. Never forget that Bella. You have made your own choices and you are fighting every day that comes at you. We all love you so much." Michael tried to comfort her.

"But Bella, something is wrong with you, and we don't know what it is. So, we are going to the hospital the day after your recital to get you checked out. Your doctor has recalled you. Don't worry your little head, so get ready for bed and rest up for your recital. It's going to be a long day." Michael smiled and tapped Bella's cute button nose.

"Thanks Uncle Michael. Good night."

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