Bella's POV:
"YOU'RE ENGAGED?!"
No. This is not happening.
"Isabel-"
"No... How could you... I... I gotta go.."
Breathing heavily, I shut the door as tears stung the corner of my eyes. I look down at the lightly faded scars of my wrist... So much for being in recovery. I unlocked the tiny blue box that held the small, metal sharperner blade that seemed to be my only way of coping with problems.
I needed an escape.
With the cool, sharp object against my wrist something caught my attention. The sound of a large truck. I glanced out the window and observed a bright orange and white moving truck was making its way downtown.
Downtown. Great. Thats where Brooke lived. She was my brother's girlfr- fiancé. She had these deep, grey eyes who looked like they held so much happiness in them. She was beautiful to say the least- with her pale white skin and her golden blonde hair. Dylan was completely head over heels for her. Considering he just broke the news to me about the engagement, and me storming off like an irate toddler probably caused him to feel upset, which made my stomach churn at the thought of him feeling gloomy.
And that was the thing, Dylan was my everything. Ever since I was little, my dad had worked for the army. He didn't physically go out and serve, not than at least. He worked at the recruiting center, training those who were going to war.
That's where Dylan comes along. He would punch kids in the face and spend hours with the principle when people toyed with my emotions. He soon became the only person I enjoyed talked to.
Now in my junior year, I was 17 years old and I didn't need him to fight for me anymore. He was still an overprotective freak, but I admired him for that. I never thought of myself as "hot" or "popular" but I did have all the right curves in all the right places and I liked the way the deep blue in my eyes contrasted the hazel green in the center. My chocolate brown wavy hair was always a mess, I didn't care to much for it. I had one dimple and it was hard to catch, I didn't like my smile.
Boys seemed to notice me as reserved and so they did their best to keep their distance. I caught glimpses of their wandering eyes and whistles that surrounded my ears, making me blush, but I hadn't had a boyfriend since the eighth grade. That was when I still lived with my father, and life was so much easier. I caught myself smiling in memory of the man who was out fighting for my freedom, but quickly hopped back into reality when I noticed the moving truck came back. Why did it take a turn? Why did the vehicle station right in front of my home? I mentally cursed myself while tip toeing to conceal the glass with the curtains.
I jumped to the sound of a light nock, startling me while I hid my blade as fast as I could. I pealed the door open to see my brother standing there, with those big brown eyes that showed so much gentleness.
"Bella, can we plea-"
"Babe the brownies are ready!"
The way she said babe caused my eye to twitch. He wasn't her "babe", and he didn't need her.
I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the door, ignoring the chocolate fragrance that was engulfing the home that I so dearly wanted to escape.
The moment the icy, crisp air hit me I regretted the outfit i had chosen. I was wearing denim shorts that revealed more than I prefer and and army strong sweatshirt which had been a gift from the government. They give them out to the families of those who serve.
As I was pacing down to god knows where, I noticed the moving truck who had previously stopped me from cutting. It made me smile, the fact that there is hope and something as simple as a truck could stop me from destroying myself.
Out of nowhere, a bright flash came out of nowhere causing me jump and than it hit me. The droplets of water slowly came, one by one. I needed shelter. Their was no way in hell I was going back to my house. The door to the truck was wide open, and empty. I thought id just sit there until the rain died down. Snooping around, I found some family photos, there was a middle aged women who was truly gorgeous. Bright blue eyes, flawless complexion and dark hair that seemed to have no split ends. Next to her seemed to be a little girl, around 3 or 4. Than, lightning struck again causing the picture frame in my hand to fumble. It slipped out, and while crouching down to retrieve it i noticed another photograph. It was a boy, who looked around my age.. He was absolutely stunning. The tan, olive toned creamy skin that hid tense muscles clearly visible through the black t-shirt he was wearing. It looked like he was avoiding to have the picture taken, clearly by his fake smile and the look in his eyes. Those eyes... They were a light caramel that looked like they held a million stories behind them.
Justin's POV:
Fuck. It was now pouring. I still had to move all of Jazzy's furniture and some of my mom's photo albums. I figured it would be best to just get it over with now. As I stepped inside the stinky dark van there was these big, beautiful eyes staring up at me. In her small hands was an old photograph of me on my first day of high school. I thought back to how much I detested having that picture taken. I was at a loss for words when I saw the girl. Why the hell was she in some shitty moving truck? She was beautiful. Her hair cascaded down her soft skin. Her plump pink lips were turning a light red due to the decrease in temperature. Her smile held a little yet deep dimple on the sides of her mouth. It reminded me of Jax. Jaxon always had this smile that caught everyone off guard. It was one of those smile you only saw a couple times. I thought back to the last time I was able to see him smile...
I quickly jumped off from my train of thoughts and decided to talk to the stranger.
"Um, may I help you?"
That sounded harsh. Should I try to be nicer? She is in my damn u-haul truck in the middle of a storm.
"I- I'm sorry i didn't see anybody and it began to pour and I.. I should probably go""Actually on second thought, I think its best if you go home."
