~spoiler warning~ What would have happened if Bella hadn't jumped?...
I sort of just started this little story for fun because I wanted to see as to where it might go. hehe xD. The chapters are going to be short, why? I don't know. My brain doesn't tell me its reasoning most of the time but I bet it has something to do with the fact that if i squished it all together it wouldn't sound right. Thats my guess. hehe xD. Oh and of course, I don't own Twilight, New Moon, or any of the characters. They are all Stephenie Meyer's creations. ^_^
3. Chapter 3
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Dinner that night was one of the harder dinners I’ve ever made, but I needed something to keep my mind preoccupied. The Sesame-Ginger Chickens’ aroma filled the room along with the Grilled Vegetables. As soon as Charlie came inside I heard him mumble ‘smells good’. The usual noises he made when he came home followed suit and soon he was in the kitchen looking at the plates on the table. He looked up at me and gave me a smile. He was obviously trying to make it pleasant and warm but I saw the caution beneath it.
“Hey Bells! It smells fantastic in here. What have you made? I don’t think I’ve ever smelled this particular food before.”
I looked down at the plates. The only thing separating Charlie and I was the table and I knew it wasn’t enough if one of us began to argue and I was very near doing so because of the letter; but I answered his question as politely as possible.
“Hey Charlie, it’s called Sesame-Ginger Chicken and that’s just some grilled vegetables. It’s especially hard to make so I’ve been putting off making it, but I thought tonight was as good as any night.”
I smiled but I knew that it wasn’t as warm and inviting as I had hoped and I knew Charlie noticed because his smile had faltered. He looked down at the food again then back up at me.
“I’m going to go and wash up. I’ll be right back.”
He hurried off to the bathroom and I heard the water faucet turn on. I turned around and got out the milk and the chocolate and began making myself chocolate milk while I left Charlie to get whatever it was he wanted to drink. By the time my drink was made, Charlie was back in the kitchen and in the fridge getting his Diet Coke. I sat down, took a spoon full of the chicken and a spoon full of the vegetables. Charlie followed suit and was going for seconds, thirds, and fourths in no time. He apparently loved what I had made.
“Bella! This not only smelled good but also it tasted excellent! Are you sure you haven’t thought about being a chef? I bet you’d be quite good at it.”
Charlie’s comment was sincere, indeed, but nothing could make me happy these days.
“Thanks Charlie, and no, I haven’t thought about it because I don’t want to be a chef.”
He then definitely frowned.
“Bella, if you want to live and be able to support yourself in the world your going to have to have a job and it might as well be one that you are good at. You are a very good chef and you could make some serious money feeding people. Bells, think about it, do you want to have to be dependent on your mother and I for the rest of your life? Or do you want to buy what you want and live where you want without having to ask us for the money first?”
I contemplated on what I wanted to say in response to that but I came up with nothing. Charlie saw I didn’t have anything to say in response so he slowly raised himself and went to wash his dish. As I watched him in silence, a thought came unbidden to my mind and I had said it before I even realized it had left my lips.
“What if I don’t want to live?”
I don’t know if it was what I said or the fact that it was laced with so much sorrow or a combination of both, but Charlie had dropped his plate as he went to put it in the cupboard. It shattered on the kitchen floor startling me so much that I jumped. Charlie swung around and looked at me angrily.
“So what? You’re asking to die now? Is that what you want? You want to die and leave your mother and I here to have to deal with that? You want to leave all your friends and family behind knowing that we would all grieve for you? Do you have any idea as to what you have just said?”
The last question wasn’t angry, there was disbelief and pain but nothing else in that last question. I looked up at him, there were so many emotions flashing across his face it was hard to tell which he felt the most. I got up, put my plate in the sink, and walked out of the kitchen; but just before I had left the kitchen fully, I turned around and stared at him and debated as to whether or not I should say what I wanted to say.
“Yes Charlie. I know exactly what I just said and I know exactly what it means.”I turned on my heal hoping for a swift exit but of course me being me and all, I ran into the wall and nearly fell over. I caught myself and then continued on my way to my room leaving a speechless and gaping Charlie behind.
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