Torn

Thirteen

This part of the story is going back to when they first got to the house from saving Bella's Mother :)

~Bella's POV~

"Take your Mother to a guest room and we'll get our family doctor to look over her wounds" my Papá smiles.

"Sure papa, although I've already cleaned her wounds"

"The doctor will just check over them just in case" he smiles.

"Alright" I say while leading my Mama to the stairs and across the hall.

When we got to the spare room near Papa's I took her in and placed her on the bed.

"Get some rest, you need it" I say before leaving her room.

I walked across the landing while looking at each picture that hung on the walls.

I couldn't help but notice how miserable they all looked in each picture..
apart from one..

In the picture stood all the boys but younger, my papá stood on the left while a younger version of my Mama stood on the right.

They must have been quite close?

I quickly walked to my room and closed my door behind me before jumping on my bed and thinking about all that had happened today.

Will Simon look for us?
Will he try hurt Mama?
Will he send police to look for us?

After awhile of laying on my bed I decided to go out onto my balcony and watch the waves.

I pulled my hair out of the ponytail it was in before grabbing my H.S cardigan (I don't know if you remember what it looks like but it was in a past chapter, I will also put it at the end of the chapter just in case you forgot)

I opened the glass sliding door then walked out before closing the door again behind myself.

I leaned onto the wooden railing while watching the rough waves crash against the warm sand.

My eyes flicked to my left where I saw another girl staring back at me.

She was quite far away but I could still see her clearly.

She looked stunning..

When she saw me looking at her she turned away and walked inside the room that was connected to the balcony.

This may seem quite creepy but..
I could still see her inside her room because of the large windows that stood on the wall facing our house.

I smiled before opening the glass door and walking out of my room and down the stairs.

I wondered into the kitchen and pulled out a cocktail glass (I know I'm not old enough! But.. why not? It won't contain alcohol it will just look like it does!) I chuckle to myself before walking to the fridge.

I pulled out a watermelon and strawberries before putting them in the blender and turning it on.

I filled my glass with ice before going back to the fridge to grab some lemonade.

I poured the lemonade into the glass then grabbed the blender and switched it off.

I tipped the contents of the blender into the glass