The One that Got Away.

The Meeting

It had been almost two weeks since I had seen or heard anything out of Jacob. Everything seemed to be moving smoothly. Mrs. Witbank had called earlier this morning and said that everything had been finalized, and the key to my apartment was in the mail. It would be here on Friday. I had looked at several condos but ended up falling in love with the last place I looked at. I can't believe that I was so hell bent on not living in an apartment that I was instantly blown away. Never before had I laid eyes on something as beautiful and sheik as this place I was about to call home.

The entrance was lined with snowy white walls, random artwork lined the walls and the glossy hard-wood floors glistened with the hints of rays of sunlight. As I descended down the hall I was blown away by the breathtaking view of the city, as the outer walls was lined with nothing but glass windows. The windows were clothed with long, soft, light brown drapes that caressed the hardwood floor. The modest living room was large enough for me; the cool, dark furniture invoked nothing but warm, endearing feelings deep in my soul, and I had a feeling it was where I would stay the most. The kitchen was warm and inviting, I could definitely see myself cooking up a storm. The lofty cabinets had hugged the kitchen walls where the russet granite was concealed and served as the backsplash; the counter was of the same russet granite. The master bedroom wasn't much to brag about, it had indulgent sapphire wallpaper. The bed was a simple king-size with soft mocha colored bedding, lavender throw pillows, and a simple dresser with the same mocha color. It also gave a picture perfect view of the city, as well as the great greenery of the mountains, and would serve to remind me each and every day of where I was, and who wasn't with me.

Jake.

Even in a beautiful place like this, I couldn't escape him. He was a sickness I couldn't get rid of; a vengeful disease. I didn't know if I was happy about it, or completely disappointed. If he wasn't torturing me in my head, he was torturing my heart; it was slow, agonizing, and painful.

So caught up in reminiscing I was, that I almost missed the soft, prominent vibration resonating from my pocket. I shook my head, coming out of my revere, and dug into my pocket quickly.

"Hello?" I asked. How stupid of me. I should've looked to see who was calling, but I was in such a hurry, for all I know, it could be Jake!

"Hey Bells, What are you doing?" Dad asked as I stumbled to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Nothing much just got off the phone with Ms. Witbank. Everything went through my key should be in the post on Friday. So, looks like I will be moving in over the weekend. Do you think that you can help me?"

"Yea I can take off this weekend but I was actually calling to see if you had plans tonight?"

"Umm no Dad I have no plans. What am I going to do in the small town? I mean when I was in Florida there was stuff that I could get into but nothing here."

"Good then we are going to Billy's tonight to celebrate that old coot having a bonfire at First Beach and you're going young lady no if, ands, or buts about it."

"Do I have to? I mean is Jake going to be there? "

"More than likely he will be why? Why does it seem like more happen between you too than I know. Bella what happen for everything to be like this huh?"

"Nothing I will go okay!"

"Good, I'll be by to pick you up around five-fifteen. Okay be ready."

"Okay, but I'm driving!"

"Alright see you in a little bit. Love you Bells."

"Love you too. Be careful."

"Always am!"