Senseless Love

Chapter 15

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Fuck I'm such a dick

She came for me in the middle of the night, calmed me down and listened to what I've never told anybody without expecting anything and I just blow up in her face yelling at her.

It was a force of habit. I'm not used to someone caring that way for me, and to have last night flash in my memory my defenses went on high alert attacking before my brain could wake up enough to process what I was saying.

To hear this once strong headed, determined girls voice waver because of me and what I said makes a pain settle in my chest as a rogue sniffle escapes her during her rushed escape.

I can tell she left through the window as my door never sounded, going over to close it I feel even worse as the frost bites at my exposed chest knowing, she is probably barefoot running through the cold just to get away from me.

I slam my palm against the wall in agitation. Pacing back and forth I run my hands through my hair wondering what I should do.

Why am I getting so worked up over this? It's only Bella. We're neighbors and she guides me around school. Nothing more. I'll just apologize and everything will go back to normal.

With my mind made up I quickly get dressed and grab my cane before heading for the front door. Stepping outside I realise a big problem in my plan. I've only ever walked from her house to mine. I don't know where to turn to get to her front door.

Just start with getting to the driveway. Take it from there.

Walking down my sidewalk I graze my cane across the ground making sure to not go off course. When I feel the concrete vere off I follow it till I reach the step of a porch. Feeling around for a door I knock instead of continuing to search for a doorbell.

Quick footsteps make their way closer before stopping as the door gets opened. "Can I help you?" A mature woman's voice speaks. Feeling a little unsure of myself I ask if a Isabella Walsh lives here.

Did I go to far? Is this even her house?

"Oh, you're here for Beauty? Are you a friend of hers?" There is no hostility in her voice at, what I assume is her daughter, having a boy visit her, only open curiosity?

"Beauty?"

"Silly me, it's a family thing. Bella was obsessed with Beauty and the Beast as a child since they shared a name. The nickname kind of stuck with us throughout the years, we don't even think about it anymore. Come on in, it's mighty cold out there. I'm Mrs. Walsh but you can call me Karen and this is my husband Frank."

Well that confirms she is her mother. As I'm ushered in the thud of a mans footsteps allow me to know of Franks location.

"What's your name and business with my daughter, boy?" A faint sound of a hit and grunt leads me to believe his wife smacked him in the stomach for his defensive tone over Bella.

"Alex sir, and if you don't mind I would like to talk to Bella"

Beating him to it Karen speaks again. "Of course dear. Bella! You have a visitor!" Not expecting her to shout my ears recoil at the sudden noise.

"Ok! Send 'em over!" Her voice coming from the direction she led me to her room the first time she drove me home.

Awkwardly I stand there for a beat till Frank tells me to take off my shoes so as not to leave a mess in my wake. Kicking off my sneakers I grab the cane that I put in my back pocket upon reaching the door and set it up again, letting it warn me of any furniture.

"All the way to the end of the hall" sheepish offers Frank, loosing the tough guy act.

Once at her door my mind goes blank on what to say. Opening my mouth to speak, I take a step in only to be cut off.

"Hey can you help me with my bra? I can never do it up."

I'm sure my eyebrows are higher than they've ever been in my life. "I can try but I doubt I would be any good at it."

"Alex!" Surprised, my name comes out high pitched from her lips.

"Can I come in?" Getting a little nervous I rock back and forth on my feet.

"Sure, sure. Of course." Rambling quickly, she guides me to sit on her bed before the sound of her rummaging through clothing fills the air as she hurriedly dresses.