The Barbarian's Girl

Chapter 12

                   ~ ¤ Barbarian's Girl ¤ ~

He was speechless. She just called him Dad. He took a deep breath,"Belle?" He asked with a shaky voice. Was it really his little belle? She took a stepp closer towards him and hesitated before she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. She nodded vigorously in his neck as she sobbed in her Dad's arms.

His shaking hands wrapped around her, pulling her tighter to him. His body started shaking as she felt something wet on her shoulder. She took a sniff at his familiar scent making her feel at home. She heard him sniff. Her dad's reaction made her cry even more. They couldn't believe they found each other after all these years.

Isabella never believed that he was dead, never. She couldn't and didn't want to believe it. She wanted to believe that he is still alive out there and she would find him, someday. She is grateful that he is alive. He is the only family member she has, except her sweet, Kennan.

John couldn't believe he was holding his little belle in his hands. He though that she died alone with his beloved wife.

He pulled back slightly and dragged her to the couch were took her hands in his as he looked at her with bloodshot eyes. He asked her with a crooked voice where was she, what happened, how was she. Isabella signed before she talked. She told him everything. She told him about that night what happened and how she ended up in the place as a maid. She also told him about the attack and how she met Kenna when he asked her.

When she was done, he was tearing up again. " I'm so sorry! It's my fault that you have been through all this. If I had found you sooner, if I hadn't left that day, we wouldn't be apart. It's all my fault. I lost so much. I wasnt there with you, for you. You had to grow up so fast, my belle. I'm so sorry! I'm a horrible father!" He cried out as he broke down in front of her. He felt weak and disappointed in himself.

Isabella felt her heart sting at his words and felt her tears on her cheeks as she looked at her dad. He looked so valuable and depressed. She shook her head,"It's not you fault, dad. Please don't blame yourself, you did and still do whatever you can. You never stopped looking for me and that's enough for me. You are an amazing father! I love so much, dad." She hugged again. She rubbed his back, trying to calm him down.

After a couple of minutes, she could feel his shaking stopping and relax. He moved back, wiping his tears as he laughed, looking a little embarrassed.

"How did you end up here, dad?" She asked changing the subject, feeling curious yet scared to find out.

He looked at her and smiled a little melancholic. He didn't hide anything from her. He told her what happend after that eventful night.

He recalled every in his head, that night he was the first to leave the house, adrenaline kicking in, he grabbed his sword and run around their house, protecting his family. He didn't notice Anna leaving from the back door with a sleepy and confused belle. It was late when he walked inside and didn't find them.

He panicked as he though the worst. He run around the village, killing whoever tried to get in his way. He couldn't find them anywhere. He was crying from frustration as he couldn't stop shaking.

Later that night, when they had left, leaving a destroyed village behind them. He walked in the woods, not caring if it was dangerous. He just didn't care. As he stumbled around the woods, he found a dead body. It was a women. He approached cautiously, he looked at the dry blood around her before he rolled his eyes to her face.

He felt his knees hit the ground hard but the pain wasn't as hard as the pain he felt in his heart. Fresh tears started falling uncontrollably down his cheeks. He moved closer to her and grabbed her cold hand softly.