Instinct

Loneliness

Chapter 11

When I got home, I got hell. My teacher told the principal and my principal called the house. So when I got there, they already knew the whole situation.

My father, Carlisle and my mother, Esme hurried into the room. Carlisle was a doctor, so he was dressed in his white coat with his blonde hair slicked back. His golden eyes were content as he walked into the room, same as my mother. She was in a dark blue wrap dress that stopped right below her knees. I took a deep breathe as they looked at me.

"I can explain."

"Good then explain. A girl with a broken nose and another one with a large red spot on her cheek. It seems like you've got a lot of explaining to do." Esme said.

"She... Insulted me. She said that I was a bastard child, that my mom was a drug addict. None of that was true."

"Did she say this to you?"

"No. I heard her say it."

"Then you shouldn't have done it. If she had come to your face and said that, it would have been different."

"But that doesn't make it right! She has no right saying those things about my mother or about me."

"I understand that you want to protect your mother and that as her child you have an automatic reflex to defend her, but just because someone said something about you, doesn't mean you should let it get to you."

"So I was just supposed to sit there and listen? Like a good little girl. Ignoring the way she talks about me like she knows me." I started crying again. Carlisle walked forward to embrace me, but I backed away.

"You need to go back to that school and apologize to that poor girl and her friend. They both seem traumatized." Bree almost laughed.

"Oh cry me a river. She got exactly what she deserved. Stupid bitch."

"Breeanna! Watch your mouth!" My mother screamed.

"Well it's true. She insulted me first. I didn't do anything to her. And it's not like she hasn't bullied other kids before, maybe it was karma. I just gave it a little push." Esme sighed.

"Bree listen. You can't keep acting off of impulse or someone's gonna get hurt. And it's not gonna be you."

"I only bruised her nose, it's not like she'll never walk again."

"That's not the point Breeanna." Carlisle spoke. He tried to embrace me again. I wouldn't let him.

"The point is you hurt that girl. You let your anger get ahead of you, just like you always do. You do things on impulse, when the first thing you should have done was think. You should have walked away, but you didn't. And now an innocent girl is paying for it."

"I realize that Carlisle." Everyone was silent for a moment.

"You know.... You don't have to call me Carlisle." He spoke softly. I was disgusted.

"And what do you want me to call you? Dad? Huh?" He didn't say anything. "I'm sorry that I can't be the perfect daughter you always wanted. I can't get good grades or hold my own temper. I'm sorry I'm all you've got."

"Bree that's not true. We love you the way you are. We love you." He grabbed on to Esme to show their love.

I didn't need love. I didn't need anyone.