Bella De Loome

Part 2

As I grabbed my father's hand and pulled him down the drive and towards Princess Park we fell into a comfortable silence walking hand in hand, now you may think that this sounds incredibly bizarre, however, me and my father are immensely close and after the days when my mother sadly passed away we grew to be really close, closer than we ever had been before. We carried on walking for a few minutes when I remembered that I had taken an apple from the bowl just minutes before leaving, and having that rumbly feeling in your stomach only suggested one thing: I was hungry and I needed to eat. I was just about to take my apple out of my coat pocket when my father let go of my hand and turned to face me, he was sweating like there was no tomorrow and he started saying:

"Bella, I need to quickly post a let---" I cut him off instantly with a short and sweet reply,

"Father, I know, you don't need to tell me. I saw you writing last night and I thought that it was best not to disturb you. So go ahead and post that letter. I'll be waiting in Starbucks." - I quickly had an afterthought of last night, seeing my father hunched over, his back to the stairs, writing a letter. A part of me did wonder who he could be writing too as my father barely wrote letters, he preferred to call, however, even though that isn't very Victorian like, my father much prefers to hear the voices of people rather than read those immensely long letters that he receives in the post. My brain came back into reality only to see that my father had scurried off to the post office and I was stood there in the middle of the path looking like an absolute idiot, so with that, I hurriedly stuffed my apple back into my pocket and headed over the road to Starbucks.

Once I was inside Starbucks, the sweet aroma of the Strawberry and Cream Frappuccino's hit me like a rat shot out of a catapult and I was brought back into reality by a little, old woman saying,

"Dearie, the waiter is waiting for your order..." - I honestly don't mind my elders, however I was admiring the smell as it was so nice and I didn't want to be disturbed, but none the less, the polite Bella I've always known and trusted came out as I replied;

"Thank you. Urmm... I guess I'll order now then," I simply smiled and with that an almighty roar of laughter came to life as I turned around to find no one other than Becky shoving her way through the queue. It was as though she had just randomly and rather rudely pushed past everyone in the queue for our weekly chat, when in fact that's exactly what she just did as she replied to the horror-stricken look on my face:

"So how've you been Bella? No need to look so down, or angry should I say,"

"Sorry Becky but you just pushed past all these lovely people to talk to me, couldn't you wait at the back of the queue and then tell me what you had to say once you saw me seated at a table?" I heard myself quickly replying.

"Yes but Bella, I just saw you and well, as a matter of fact I've not seen you in a long time, let alone spoken to you, except for our call this morning. However, that wasn't a proper chat was it now?" - I found myself quite taken aback as I made my way over to the waiter to order with Becky trailing along behind. I felt like I owed everyone in the café an apology that day but I just couldn't bring myself to terms to do that today so instead I quietly ordered myself a Strawberry and Whipped Cream Frappuccino whilst ignoring Becky stood rather cockily to one side.  

"Bella?" Her voice was barely a whisper until she clicked me out of my inner thoughts and said it again rather loudly to be exact,

"BELLA DE LOOME, CAN YOU HEAR ME!?"

My reply was rather clumsy if I do say so myself; "Sorry Becky, I just can't focus today, my head is honestly just spinning with this morning's events."

While Becky got herself back in queue and ordered her usual; A coffee mocha with double whipped cream I started contemplating this morning's events and that's when I funnily came to a conclusion that the thoughts that were stuck inside my head were due to my father's odd behaviour this morning and Becky's sudden call. I felt the urge to ask Becky what that call had been all about when she came and sat down beside me before answering her phone, but as usual the song that went off suggested that it was Sally who was calling and that meant only one thing - Becky would be on her way soon leaving me to sit here by my lonesome and that's exactly what happened. As Becky said her goodbyes I got up, taking the remainder of her Coffee Mocha with double whipped cream and my Strawberry and Cream Frappuccino with me, I bolted straight out the door only to be met by no one other than Isabella herself.