Sweet and Sour | Matt Donovan

Chapter 1

                    SWEET AND SOUR 

              Four words, first day of school. Bella hated this time of year. Not just a new school year but the changing of state.

Every year, Bella and her family would relocate because of business. After asking her parents what they meant till she was 14, she finally gave up. They never told her, they said it was to "protect" her.

And that got her suspicious. But lately she's been dropping the topic more loosely. It never came up during the year when they settled down in a new town. Now, she just asks when they think they'll be leaving.

Which was a lot since now they're leaving in the middle of the year. And Bella was sick of it.

"What do you mean? We just got here!" Stuffing their things in their suitcases, they rush to telling her. "Just get your stuff ready and pack light. We need to leave as soon as possible." Groaning, she stumps to her room and slams the door shut.

She hated this. She hated how they just forced her to drop everything she had and leave because they were scared of whoever was following them. She shouldn't be apart of this, she's only sixteen. She needs a normal life.

She needs to experience partying with her friends, and boyfriends and breakups and alcohol. She wanted to live the teenage dream. Thats all she ever wanted.

Bella wasn't stupid, boy she wasn't. She was the top of her class, everywhere she went. It was only when they moved to Michigan did she start connecting the dots. Every time her mother told her they were leaving, she always had this look in her eyes.

Both of them were usually out and about, not telling her where they were going besides the fact that they were, in fact, going out. She was always worried, obviously but what can she do? Follow them?

Bella was tough but not that tough. She doesn't even know how to drive yet, her uncle Nik always offered but she turned down every time. When her parents leave to wherever they go, she waits about 15 minutes after they leave, waiting for her uncle to walk through the door. He always came to keep her company. He was always there for her.

"Bella! Lets get moving." Sighing, she zips up her suitcase and runs out of the house. Without hesitation, her father takes her suitcase and throws it in the back of the car. He passes by her and kisses the top of her head, getting into his truck.

"Wait, dad what are you doing?" Her mothers pushes her into the car, ignoring her questions. "Mom, where's dad going?" Looking through the window, she stares at her dad in confusion. They always ride in one car. That was the deal they made. If they weren't going to tell her what was going on, at least they should all be together.

Buckling her seat belt, she stares as her dads reverses from the drive way and drives off, going in the other direction.

"Dad?" she whispers.

"Okay kiddo, hit me with your best shot." Grinning at her, Bella moves forward, throwing punches at her father, who blocks every one of her hits. Smirking lightly, she extends her legs, kicking him off his feet. She takes hold of his arm, twisting it back with her knee on his neck.

Applauding to herself, she gets off of him, looking down at her father, who's smiling up at her. He was so proud of his little girl. She was finally starting to become a family legacy.

"What the hell is going on?" She says, determined to get answers. Her mother smiles at her, driving away from their house.

"I think it's time I tell you the truth." Her mother smirks at her and hits the gas, speeding through the streets. Bella holds on to her seat, eyes wide. It was happening. It was finally happening. Thats why her dad left. They were finally gonna tell her.

Smiling to herself, she crosses her arms. "I'm so ready."