Eclipse

3: Flashbacks

"Sh*t! Son of a-" I'm cut off from my swearing by a smack on the back of my head.

"Bella! No swearing in my house!" My mother scolds as I rub my hip and my now aching head.

"Sorry...it's just-you know how bad it hurts, when you ram your hip into the corner of the table. I've heard you start cussing like a sailor, even dad!" I exasperate.

I huff and flop down in a kitchen chair. Mom glares daggers at me then stomps over to the sink and starts cleaning the dishes. The screen door creaks, making my head whip over toward it.

Greyson.

He is wearing a fitted black t shirt and faded blue jeans. His dark hair is thrown every which way, yet it still looks beyond sexy on him. Anything would look sexy on him... my eyes drift lower until they land on....uh no...this is unacceptable.

"What are on your feet?" I glare at his funky looking shoes on his feet.

He looks at me blankly for a moment then his eyes drift down to his weird shoes. His confused gaze meets mine and he steps inside, closing the screen door behind him.

"My converses...?" He states, thought it sounded more like a question.

I roll my eyes and slouch in my chair, just wanting to be in my room alone. Safe. Greyson shuffles to the table and sits in the chair farthest from mine. He awkwardly stares at his lap, and for a second I feel sorry for him. He is alone here with strangers and far from anyone he knows.

Mom stops with the dishes then grabs a plate, filling it with food. She grabs the last of the bacon and puts it on there and my brain screams. No!!! My bacon!!!! She smiles happily at Greyson and places the filled plate in front of him. He smiles up at her gratefully and instantly starts digging in to the scrumptious food my mother prepared for us.

I try to keep from glaring at Greyson by looking at the pictures on the wall. My eyes freeze on one particular one though. There I am, a little girl with two missing teeth, happily hugging a little foal. Freedom. I remember it like it was yesterday.

I run outside when I hear my Daddy call for me. I clumsily make my way to the barn and open the big wooden door. It creaks loudly, making my presence known. Once inside, my eyes lock with the cutest thing I ever did see.

A beautiful little foal. No older than 5 months. My Daddy has it haltered and he smiles warmingly at me. The foal looks at me curiously and lets out a little neigh.

My eyes grow wide and I squeal loudly. The foal flinches and I cover my mouth, feeling guilty that I scared it. I slowly walk over to the foal then touch her nose. She sniffs my hand then walks over to me, letting me pet her.

"I saw her and knew that she was meant for you. I hope you two get along alright." My Daddy says.

I look up at him and hug his legs, so happy that he got me my very own horse!

"I'll name her freedom!" I squeal excitedly.

Daddy chuckles and gives me her lead.

"Sounds perfect, darlin'." He chuckles and places a kiss on the top of my head.

I smile at the thought but then more memories start to surface. The burning comes back to my skin and the images start to come involuntarily to my eyes.