Bella's Hunt

TWELVE

I wipe the tears that I didn't even know were on my cheeks. A sob falls out of my mouth as I, again, remember the look on his face when he called me by my nickname.

"I'm sorry, Bells."

Hunter was right. I didn't know why he left. And it might now have been his fault. But he still left me without a goodbye. Just a fake smile and a shitty apology for something I didn't know was going to happen.

But I still don't care. I don't care that he left. I don't care that he didn't tell me goodbye. I don't care that he's fucking pissed off because I told him to back off.

I rub under my eyes before standing up. The house is clean enough as it is, so I take my phone upstairs.

I grab a set of new pajamas before walking into the ensuite. I set my clothes down and turn towards the shower. After spending about an hour sitting in the tub letting the water fall on me, I get out and get dressed. I walk back into my room and crawl under the blankets.

Today has been stressful. All thanks to Vanessa and Hunter. What amazing people those two are. Saturdays aren't supposed to be stressful. They're supposed to be stress-free! Stupid idiots going and ruining my nice Saturday.

I shove my head under my pillow so that I can hide in the darkness. I shut my eyes and try to fall asleep, which I am successful.

I snap my eyes open and lean up quickly when I hear a banging sound coming from downstairs. OH, MY GOD, THERE IS SOMEONE IN MY HOUSE!!!

I slowly get out of my bed and reach for my phone that's on top of my bedside table. It's nine o'clock at night. Mom wouldn't be off from work yet and Cam was supposed to stay at his friend's house again. A shiver runs down my spine when I hear the banging again.

I'm about to die. Someone is going to kill me. Even though we're fighting, I leave all of my things to Lydia. Please take care of my duckling socks.

I crawl over to my closet and dig through the old boxes with my stuff in it from a few years ago. When I was eight, Jade and I used to be into baseball. I was pretty good at it.

I pick it up and examine all the scratch marks that cover it. I narrow my eyes at the carvings on the handle. There are a bunch of initials carved into the wood.

L. N. S.-Lydia Nicole Smith

J. M. H.-Jade Maurice Hanover

V. A. H.- Vanessa Amanda Harris

I smile takes over my lips at the memories that come to mind. But it quickly fades when I turn the bat over to see in large initials, H.S.. When did he..-

I snap my head towards my door when I hear the banging again. What the hell is wrong with this murderer/burglar? They're making too much noise and they're going to get caught.

Oh, my god, Isabella! You are fucking retarded.

I crawl out of my closet and towards the door. When I get out into the hallway, the loud banging goes off again and I accidentally jump back against the wall. The picture frame above my head falls onto the ground and smashes.

"Shit!" I hiss loudly.

I ignore the glass shards on the ground, I clean it up later. I walk towards the stairs. Again, the pounding sounds off, sending another shiver down my spine. It's coming from the front door.

Someone is trying to get in. So I'm the only one in the house. Whewwww. Okay.

But I continue to carry the bat with me. When I get to the last step, whoever is on the other side of the door knocks again, louder this time.