damaged hearts

one

"Bella, honey, how do I look?"

My uncle Stephen is currently getting ready for his third date this month, he's not much of a ladies man but with me being out of the house so often he's been getting quite lonely. You may be asking why he doesn’t just get a dog? Well, he's allergic to most animals.

"You look fine Uncle S, you'd better get going or you'll be late for you date with…" I scrunched my nose up trying to remember his date’s name. Maria? Wait, maybe it was Martha. I honesty couldn’t remember “…Martha.”

“Marley” he corrected me pulling on his jacket with a slight smirk tugging at his lips. It’s not often that I could remember his date’s names but I could’ve sworn it was Martha this time. Uncle S hurried down stairs and I followed him to the front door.

“Breath mints?” I questioned.

“Check”

“Wallet?”

“Check”

“Keys?”

“Check”

“Ugly Face?”

“Che- Hey! It can’t be that bad if I get more dates than you” he stated victoriously. I scowled and pushed him out the front door. He stumbled down the few steps up to our porch then called goodbye, slid into the car and drove off. Waving him off, I headed back inside and made my way straight towards the freezer. There is no better way to spend a Friday night then lazing around, watching repeats of Modern Family and eating ice-cream from the tub. My laptop is upstairs so after tossing a spoon and the tub of chocolaty goodness onto the couch I climb the stairs to my room. I snatch the MacBook off my queen sized bed but my eye catches an orangey glow at my window.

The sunset is magnificent tonight so I take out my camera and snap a shot of the view for my album. Photography has been a passion of mine since I was 13 and Uncle S has supported me the whole way through. After taking the photo I lift my body up onto the windowsill and dangle my legs limply against the wall.

Suddenly the soft sound of a child’s laughter fills my ears and I focus my attention towards a mother and daughter walking along the pathway. I smile at the sight in front of me but it quickly turns into a frown as the thought of my own mother enters my mind. My eyebrows furrow as a climb back into my room and pull the window shut.

My mother died giving while giving birth to me. It’s my fault she’s dead. Uncle S always says that there is nothing I could have done but to save her and that it’s not my fault but he is just saying that out of pity. Could you imagine killing your own mother? Your own blood? Remembering that there is ice-cream downstairs ready to be devoured, I make my way to couch and place my laptop on my lap. It takes a while to start up but once it does I remove the lid from the ice-cream tub and take a mouthful. The rich chocolaty desert tingles my tastebuds and I let out an appreciative moan. Chocolate fudge is my favourite flavour with Raspberry and Vanilla swirl coming in at a close second.

About half-way through the second episode, I am dragged out of my Modern Family Marathon by the ringing of my phone. Checking the caller ID my lips form a small smile and I answer.

“Bella’s whore house, you provide the doe and we’ll provide the hoe, how may I help you?” On the other end of the line Fia let out a small chuckle.

“Would you be able get your lazy ass off the couch and pick me up from Carson’s house please?” she pleaded. Carson is Fia’s new maths tutor and today they had their first ‘tutoring session’ although I am almost positive she had alternate ideas as to what they would be doing.

“Hmmm...” I decided I’d tease her a bit before giving in.

“I already told him that a friend would pick me up. I’ll do anything, please Jezebel”

I gave in and told her I’d be there in 20 minutes. She texted me the address and I slipped out the front door. Just as I was getting in my car I realised that I was still wearing my cupcake pyjama bottoms and a little miss sunshine hoodie.

“Stuff it” I mumbled to myself. I wasn’t planning on getting out of the car, beeping the horn would do the job. Twisting the key, my car roared to life and the radio started playing ‘Summer’ by Calvin Harris.

 Upon reaching my destination I lowered the volume and beeped the horn multiple times to tell Fia I was here. Nothing. Nobody even came to the front door so I beeped again. Still nothing. Reaching into my pocket, I remembered that I left my phone on the kitchen counter. Swearing under breath I climbed out of the car and sauntered towards the house. It looked reasonably new, and let me tell you, it was beautiful. As I reached the porch I found myself in awe, the door looked much bigger and prettier up close.

Bringing my fist to the door, I knocked steadily 4 or 5 times. Worst mistake. My hand felt as if it had just been run over by a semi-trailer. The door opened and when my eyes landed on the person standing a mere metre in front of me, I took in a sharp breath.

“Hello kitten”

a/n

so the first chapter is over and done with. yay. 10 votes and I'll update?

xox