My Arabella - An Alex Turner Fanfic

Chapter 18

(First of all, I really want to thank you for the 1k reads, you are making me really happy by reading it. At first, I didn't knew that this fanfic will actually have readers so... Second of all, I want to know your opinions about it, otherwise I wont update for a while. Third of all, thank you sooooooo much! Xoxo - Criss)

Arabella

The next day caught me feeling very empty on my inside and outside. My head was killing me and my grey eyes were burning from in inside out. I had a nauseous state, almost vomiting all over my bed if I wouldn't have ran to the bathroom, almost slipping on the cold tile.

Trough the small slits in my eyes, only a disturbingly bright light was visible. I couldn't will myself to open them fully as they hung, obscuring my vision like heavy covers. I felt sick. Sick to my stomach as all the bad memories came back storming in my head and making it hurt really bad. I seemed not to care about the whole Alex situation infront of him or anybody else, but my inside was in pain, almost giving me a breakdown.

I slept two hours last night, because it was a thunderstorm encircled our house, banging at the windows and spitting at the walls. A little like the storms in my mind, ripping and slashing at every morsel of sense I attempted to focus on. I'd stare out at the inky black sky and wish I could fade away into it. I was jelous of the stars, of their ability to dissappear with the sun's return. All night I did nothing but think and smoke on the balcony, cold air and rain splashing me every time it got the chance to. I finished two packs of cigarettes, and drank 2 litres of rozé wine, and my stomach didn't processed it that good. It was growling for food but I felt like I couldn't slipp anything in my mouth but smoke and wine.

The all Alex problem doesn't seem to affect me that much as I talked with my mum about randomly selected problems about my boringly life.

"Bella! Could you join us in the kitchen please?" My dad's raspy voice sounded like a tornado to my ears.

I crept till the door, leaning over it and looking anywhere but in my sick brother's blodshoot eyes. I hated him. I hated him with every single part of my body, wishing he would never return home, and make my life more miserable than it is right now; and I know he was able to do that and escape with it trough my parent's fingers.

"Come with us to Australia" mom begged. "You will be safe there darling"

With my eyebrows raised and my mouth hanging open, I contemplated what she'd said.

I shook my head letting them no that it was a categorically no as I backed away from them. It seemed very odd that she said it just now, after all these years they've been gone. Millions of thoughts flew in my mind, contemplating about Australia. I didn't want to leave Sheffield just yet; I wasn't exactly ready to do this major movement even though I tought about it a lot since Kyle left me all alone, psychologically.

"No mum, I can't"

She rolled her eyes, almost giving me a serious smirk, like I couldn't have a choice. I remained still giving her the answer she didn't expect.

"Then you have to make things up with
your brother. He wont be leaving home anymore"

" How so?" I laughed.

"Your father pulled him out of whatever he was planning on doing"

Kyle sighed, burying his face in his hands.

I kind of missed him, even though he hurt me in every possible way, assuring himself I would live a miserable life without him around to lift me up whenever I fall. His sadness in his eyes was almost giving him up, but still he doesn't seem to say that he is sorry.