Bella's Younger Sister

Chapter 3

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling dizzy. I grab my phone and look at the time 3:30. I slowly get up and walk to the kitchen. Holding onto things as I go, so I don't fall to the ground. I get to the kitchen and look in the fridge for something containing sugar. Not a single thing. Same with all of the cupboards. I start to walk out to the living room when I hear Bella screaming bloody murder.

I ran upstairs, and I can hear dad's boots thumping against the stairs. I get to her door, and swing it open. I don't know what to do so I just stand to the side and watch what Dad does to calm her down. First, he shakes her a little while saying her name, then he starts to yell her name. It takes a few minutes, but he finally gets her to stop screaming. She sits up in her bed and is breathing heavily. She looks around the room a little bit before looking at Dad. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you guys up?" She asks.

"I don't know about dad, but I was trying to find something to eat. According to my watch that tells my heart rate and blood sugar, it is pretty low. You guys have nothing sugary in the kitchen either."

"I will be right back." Dad says.

"So, how are you feeling Bells?" I ask. I really din't know what to say right about now.

"Horrible. I think I need to be alone right now."

"Okay, if you need anything, I will be right downstairs. I might head back to bed though. I am pretty tired still."

She nods her head and I head into the hallway, closing her door in the process. "Here you go princess. Take these." He hands me some packaged cupcakes and soda.

"Thanks dad." I walk downstairs and sit on the couch. I change the channel and watch Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs on ABC Family. I take my time eating and drinking my snack. I stay up for another hour before heading to bed. I had to make sure that my blood sugar was somewhat normal. Dad downstairs in a t-shirt and pajama pants. "Hey sweetie, tomorrow I am going to buy you a mini fridge and a lot of sweets and soda, that way you don't have to worry about not having anything in the Kitchen. You can plug it in by your bed."

"You don't have to do that dad."

"I think I do. Don't worry though. Your mother had told me that I needed to have one in your room. I forgot about it though."

"It's okay. I am going to go back to bed though. I am pretty tired."

"Okay, see you in the morning." I give him a hug before turning off the T.V. and going back to bed.

I awake a few hours later and reach for my phone. I forgot that I had put it so close to the picture frame and I knock it over. I put my feet on the ground and a small piece of glass goes into my foot. "Shoot!" I scream out. I hear a loud clang of a coffee cup hitting the counter and then dad running to my room.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I knocked my picture frame over and I didn't realize that the glass broke and I stepped on a piece. Can you get it out of my foot?"

"Yeah, I have to take your sock off first." After h takes it off, he grabs the piece of glass out of my foot and then puts a band-aid on it. "I don't think that you need stitches. Just be careful. I am going to clean up the glass just stay here." I nod my head and take off my other sock. I reach over a little further and grab my slippers. Luckily no glass is in or near them. Dad brings in the vacuum cleaner and vacuums up the glass. "I will give you some money so you can buy another frame."

"Thanks dad, but I have money."

"I want to pay for it though."

"Okay, if you insist. Now can you leave so I can get changed?" He nods, give me a kiss on the top of my head and leaves. I go into the bathroom, do my business, and take my medicine. I walk to my half way unpacked suit case and pick out an outfit for the day. I head to the kitchen and make a bowl of cereal. "So,what time do you want me to stop by the station?" I ask dad, who is reading the paper.

"When are you heading to Jake's?"

"Probably around 10, give everyone sometime to wake up."

"That's fine. Bella wont be up until after you leave, so you should leave a note."

"Okay dad. Have a good day at wok."

"I will." He puts his cup in the ink and I finish my breakfast. I look around the kitchen and notice that it's a mess. This is driving me crazy. I spend the morning, until about 8:30, cleaning the house and doing laundry. With the last load in the dryer, I go and finish un-packing my suit cases and boxes that arrived a few weeks ago. Now it's about 9:51 and I decide that it's about time to head out. I leave a note for Bella and grab my bike.