We've got history! He's the past that gives me nightmares.
We've got chemistry! He's the present that makes my skin tingle.
We've got a lot in common, a roof and music to begin with.
My friends are his friends.
We like the same things or at least he...
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Saved by the bell, literally.
Not that Bella was grateful for it, she almost jumped a mile in the air startled by the sudden intrusion that she lost her grip on the knife and it knocked the edge of the counter before clattering down to the floor, tainting her white tiles with a tiny drop of blood.
She rushed to the sink, cussing as she opened the tap on her bleeding wrist. She could never do anything right, not even the effortless task of ending her own sad existence.
What the hell had she done? In answer, the doorbell went off twice in a row again, whoever was at it was practically leaning on it in impatience.
She grabbed the nearest napkin and pressed it on the cuts as she ran to the door, only getting to it before wondering who might be on the other side.
She wasn't expecting anyone, Todd didn't say he was coming over. Maybe the police found something? Or it could be Kenny, Bella had a feeling they might have become awkward friends without any verbal agreement but what if it was the strange man that had been parading her door?
The bell went off yet again and she had no time to rethink before unlocking the bolts and pulling the door open.
She simultaneously choke on her breath when she saw the person before her and he looked almost as surprised as she felt on seeing him. She'd told her daughter they needed to give him a little time but she didn't think it would be this little and beside she hadn't 100% believed herself when she said it.
Iverson stood before her all rough and anxious, he seemed to have suddenly aged all seven years since she last saw him a few hours ago. His hair was in a messy disarray instead of it usual neat quiff, his shirt was wrinkled and there was all kind of stain on his white trouser while his knuckles were wrapped in gauze.
"I want custody, I'm flying my daughter out." He gruffed.
Bella blinked, still looking ridiculous with her mouth hanging open as she stared at him like he was a UFO landed on her doorstep. Then a slow smile took over her face when his words finally registered in her mind, no sweeter words had she ever heard. Did he know that was the best thing he could say to her? Well except the 'flying my daughter out' part.
"Do you want to come in?" She asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside in invitation.
Iverson frowned, taken aback by her action and her presence to be sincere. He thought for sure he would be too late and she'd have disappeared for another near decade.
But just incase, he came ready for a fight and some mouthing off because no way in hell was he letting another man take care of his daughter now that he knew of her existence and he already had people working on an all round the world ticket for her. He believed somewhere on this planet there had to be a heart for his daughter and he was going to get it, if he had to cross through the deepest rivers and climb the highest mountains.
