She extended her hand to hold the piece of cutlery and worked on rubbing it clean. Bella sat behind, masking her displeasure. "Mom, that's ridiculous."
"Ridiculous?" She threw the piece of cloth she had been using on the counter and faced Bella, placing a hand on her hip, "Ridiculous is opening the door to someone holding my unconscious daughter!" She seethed with motherly concern clear in her eyes.
"I know. I know where you're coming from." Bella groaned "But you need to understand, mom." She pleaded desperately. She looked up with desperate eyes, "I don't need it."
"It has been a year Bella! A year!" Bella looked away. "Please, just go. Give it a try. She'll help you." Her mother's voice softened at her lifeless expression, it wasn't the best topic to touch but she was frustrated. So was Bella. Both of them fought an oblivious battle. Her mother, believing she could help. And Bella, believing she didn't need it. Because she was okay, she would have been at least.
Still staring at the wall, she got up before her mother spoke, "Be ready at nine." Bella moved my head, void of any emotion. She spared her a glance and turned around.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Alfred
Random"She likes to wander but is too afraid to walk out" Bella, It's time to collect those scattered leaves and clear a path out.
