Bella Drowned

Bella Drowned Chapter 5

Chapter 5

A few agonizing minutes filed with tension crackling in the air later, she's sitting in one of the six leather office chairs around the elegant wood surface of the table in the conference room. Her father now pulling his usual fake professional smile to hide the boiling alcoholic brain of his. She never really understood his random outbursts of temper even after living with him her entire life, his emotions were always pretty unpredictable in this state. He was even short with his wife, yet she seemed to address and ease him much better than she could. Marriage was always a strange thing. Maybe that's their way of showing affection but she'll never know. Speaking of her mother, she could imagine the frail young women now, a gentle spirit with well channeled amounts of discipline. Raised her well she always thought, but then again there was always the horror in little Bella's eyes when her parents grew violent with each other. And through this she's grown a independence from her parents, her mother couldn't stand up to him no matter what. A cowardly move inwhich she attempted to imprint on her daughter. Bella reared back on this behavior like the initial bucking of a horse before broken. Yet this mare remained unbroken, even took charge of her father's actions and began coaching him. She couldn't help but despise her mother's weakness for letting her take these both verbal and minor psychical abuse from him. ~Perhaps it was time to forgive her? But nah I just.. can't.~ The rhythmic taps brought Bella to her senses, apparently Mrs.Lipshues offices was just being used for the conference, herself not actually attending because the only administrator here was Mrs. Lore.

Mrs. Lore was sitting in front of her tapping her beautifully designed rose imprinted nails on the hard polished wood surface with a grim expression and asked when the silence had finally gotten to her. "I've been hearing that you have been experiencing some issues involving.." She clears her throat mid sentence indicating her brief search for words. "Alcohol abuse." she finished with a stern yet professional stare, and patiently awaited the cornered father's response. Bella freezes, hoping he could come through this time. He straightens his tie and opens his mouth to speak. "And do you have evidence of such? Itsd found tobe natural for one to indulge themselves in beverages to relieve stress." Mrs. Lore frowned, studying his face, almost as if searching for the answer there as she pondered on her next response. "It was just a mere concern, our student's safety is our top priority here, We have counciling opportunities here if this serves to be an issue, however, I've noticed an alarming mark across her cheek earlier this morning that concerns me." Mr. Cypriston hesitated, shooting Bella a nervous glance before she piped up with fake shame. "In am argument with my dad I recklessly slapped him.. Sorry for not explaining this sooner." His face flowed into a disciplining classic shun, following along as best he could. "Yesa nd what sort of father would it make me not to properly return the falvor." The women with no further evidence to pursue comments against him nods at this, the near end of the conversation was plainly approaching. "Ah. Then this was just a misunderstanding, my apologies. It was nice to have this discussion with you Mr. Cypriston." 

Bella sighed, relieving the anvil of stress from her chest. She heard the hard screeches from the harmony of broken the office chairs' wheels scratching against the newly polished tiles in the conference room. 

He steps around some chairs successfully to shake Mrs. Lore's hand. "No worries, and have a great evening." Returning the wishes of a swell afternoon, Mrs. Lore turns to open the door. Bella released just one more heavy sigh and began walking out of the conference room with Mrs. Lore following her. Her father had walked on ahead, his mind probably wandering and himself nearing the stage of wander as he left the building for the parking lot without her. Bella personally never minded, and like always she had to walk home.~Love you too dad..~ She chuckled at the sarcasm, and walked around to the now locked front gate, not bothering to wave goodbye to her dad as he drove around the back entrance. Her ankle had grown swollen and numb from her carelessness, but at least she couldn't feel the pain. It saves her the trouble of it's constant nagging during her serene walk home. She looked at the closest gate to her, the front gate and to her right a little ways, just behind the band room was the back gate. That's where Nickie's crew hung out before and after school, it looked like today they were up to some shady drug business like the born to be juvenile delinquents they were. Despite her calm soft outside she really did feel hate, yet only in short, brief out bursts in her head. Like the small blazing flame that flickers from the tail of a Charmander, what a silly analogy she thought. However, she was more like a Charmander in the rain, her life flickering and struggling against the endless barrage of icy cold water daggers.. And just before she dies out, shes wrapped up in her brother's arms, and whisked off to the pokemon center, where she manages to get separated and in the rain once more. Every day this cycle used to go on but each time she grew much stronger than the last. Until the day she reached her senior year of middle school, no longer dependent on her older sibling's care. Speaking of which, Mathew, her brother as previously mention, would be worried right now. Just thinking of him made her feel at ease, calmed and homey with their moments of classic nintendo times and arguments over the rules of their Magic card games. She would spend months perfecting her deck just to be trampled down with his, fun all the same. Then again she was always the better of the two in Smash, practically undefeated. 

She leaned forward a little to get a view of the crew and scrunched up her nose from the foul smell of cigarette smoke, typical. She wasnt even surprised, just annoyed with her watering eyes and irritated nostrils and longed to run beyond the fence. That's just it, she doesnt know wether to climb over or crawl under. Both ways got her to the other side yet she doesnt was to risk getting her skirt caught on the top of the fence again.. She shivered slightly from the countless high schoolers that either teased her or gave her hungry glances. She remembered Matt having to bike over and pull her down, he even wrapped her up in his long white hoodie when they couldnt get her off without ripping her skirt..