Ashtrays And Heartbreaks

Chapter Four: The Guilt

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Bells POV

I tremble, trying to process the scene in front of me. There were millions of questions running through my head; why is he here? Isn’t he supposed to be locked up? Wasn’t he supposed to be released after 3 more years?

The gasp and shuffling behind me brings me back to reality. I must go outside… now.

I suddenly snap and quickly make my way out to talk to him. To see him. I have to make sure that this isn’t just a nightmare. But before I could even get out of the kitchen, a tall feminine figure blocks my path.

“Oh my God, Bell! I swear this is not what you think it is!” my mum rushes out, barely breathing properly. She makes a move to hold my shoulders but I quickly step back, disgusted.

“Do not touch me! MOVE! If this is what you do at your own house then God knows where else those hands have been! I honestly don’t care about this right now so just let me go. I don’t even know you anymore!” I furiously shout at the woman in front of me before rushing out, leaving her with a very heartbroken expression on her face.

HAH! Puh-lease… who should be the one wearing that expression on their face right now? I feel as though shouting at people has become an essential of my everyday life.

As I reach the front lawn, I just take a glimpse of the Citroen car driving off, “Wait! Wait! Don’t go!”

What are you doing? What are you supposed to say to him if he did stop? You do remember that he has caused you to stay in the hospital for four days, right?

As my inner conscience makes these statements, I stop dead in my tracks. That’s completely true. I don’t even want to see him, I only wanted to make sure that I’m not imagining things. But honestly, I just cannot think of anything wrong that I have done to him to make him hit me with a car. At least nothing VERY bad.

I turn around to go head back to the comfort of my room, before everybody starts rushing out.

“Is everything alright? We heard you shouting Bell” Adrian says with a look of concern on his face.

Before I could even reply, my mum quickly comes out and answers for me “yes, yes… she’s fine! We just had a little argument but… erm… everything is sorted!”

I scoff and roll my eyes. So she can live seeing my dad’s face everyday without feeling guilty? I hope she does feel guilty. I hope she feels so so so bad every time she is with my dad.

She better tell him about this, because I will if she doesn’t. Just not now, I have other things to worry about.

“Errrm… is that right Bell? Because you seemed pretty angry back then” my dad says, who looks like he doesn’t believe my mum. Actually, scratch that – they all look like they don’t believe my mum.Was I that loud?

“Ugh, I’m so tired. I’m going to go to my bedroom and I’m not coming out for the rest of the night. So bye everyone” and I immediately go back inside, not bothering to listen to their replies.

Yes, I avoided the question by purpose. I could not just lie to my dad, unlike some people.

As soon as I reach my room I lock my door and change into more comfortable clothes. I jump into my bed and just lie there, thinking deeply into my current situation.