The Bad Girl's Secrets

Chapter 1 - The New Family

I grabbed my alarm clock and threw it across the room causing it to break into loads of pieces. I mumbled in French as I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom I stopped and looked into the sink to see the dry blood in there from last night. I stood there for a while staring at it and wondering why I do it. Because it helps to forget, to feel the pain I deserve for what I did. I snapped out of it and turned on the shower quickly stripping down I stepped in. And let the water beat down on me as I ran my hands through my hair. Washing myself off, I washed my hair then stepped out the shower wrapping a towel around me as I walked into my room. I dried off slipped into my underwear then towel dried my hair before picking up the clothes I laid out the night before.

It’s been a week since I last spoke to my mother since she told me I was going to live with my father. The man who left us, two days ago I packed up my room and sent it off to my dad’s house. My mother is driving me to father’s which is why I’m up so early. And Tobey was following in his pick-up truck with my motorbike. It was almost a ten-hour drive there. I looked at myself one more time in the mirror. I wearing black skinny jeans, flowing dark grey top that had silver crosses on it. And a pair of black ankle boots with a 3-inch heel. To finish it off I had my cuff bracelets to cover my tattoos on my wrist, smoky eyes, my leather jacket and I left my hair to dry naturally. I grabbed my helmet and my side bag before running downstairs to meet my mother who was by the front door holding a food container. I took it out of her hand and left the house to go wait in the car for her.

Ten minutes later the driver side of the car door slammed and I waved my hand out the window to signal for Tobey to back out of the drive. And we started the travel to my new home. This was going to be a long ride.

“Are we here yet” I mumbled

“It’s only been 5 a half hours Bella. It’s 1 in the afternoon, please stop asking me that” mother snapped

I just signed and pulled out my lunch and opened the container to see what was in it. A chicken salad with cheese pasta and a bottle of water, I just ate while we drove in silent again. I couldn’t believe she wanted to send me to him. After everything, he has done to us, to me. He left us in the worst time possible and didn’t even care. Time flew by we had pit stops and breaks. I talked with Tobey.

We were now only two hours away from his house so mum wanted to have one last pit stop. We parked at the gas station. But I got out before the car even stopped and hopped into Tobey truck.

“I hate my mother” I declared slamming the door as I looked at Tobey with his slightly tanned skin, dark brown eyes and mop of curly that flopped on to his forehead. He was biting into his lip ring as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. I was tall for being 6 foot and all but Tobey towered over me by being 6 foot 2. He was very fit but I only ever saw him as an older brother nothing more.

“You can’t hate your mother Bells; she’s only trying to help you.” I slapped he arm in shock.

“We wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t tried to burn my school down. I would still be at home enjoying my time in my bed” I yelled while he just laughs at me holding his hands up in a mocking surrender.

“No one told you to be carrying gasoline on you anyway”

“I wonder what Annabella would have said to all of this” I mumbled thinking he didn’t hear but I was mistaken when I saw him grip the steering tighter than normal, his knuckle almost white as snow.

“Don’t” he whispered “Don’t do this to yourself, you do it every time. You have a good moment; you throw it away by crushing the past on top of yourself. You’re not the only one that lost her Bells I love her very much and I still do no matter where she is.” He snapped leaning over me to open the door.

“Go”

“Tobey I’m so-”

“Just go” he snapped raising his voice a bit. I jumped down from the truck and walked to mum’s car feeling guilt eating at me slowly. Was it true, did I always bring myself down every time I felt even a little bit of happiness inside? Yes, it was. How could it not be, I wasn’t allowed to be happy after what I did so long ago. Why she isn’t here with us now. I can’t feel happiness not after what I did.

“Isabella”

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard someone call my name.

“What” I mumbled

“I said are you ready to go,” Mum asked looking at me. I just nodded not trusting my voice. Mum drove out of the gas station and we settled into a drifting silent where not one of us said a word. I just stared out my window watching the scene before me.

“Isabella” Someone whispered I waved my hand over my face.

“John you really shouldn’t do that, let’s just have Tobey carry her inside” A familiar voice whispered

“You think I can’t handle my own daughter is that Mary” Snapped a hash voice.

“Bu-”

“Let’s just leave it, Mary. And don’t say we didn’t try to warn you sir” it sounded like Tobey, just then I was shoved roughly hitting my head on the back of the chair making my eyes snap open and my foot flies out kicking the person in front of me in the gut.

“Don’t touch me you piece of s**t” I screamed about to punch the man as I got out the car. But a pair of arms wrapped around me.

“Bells, deep breath it’s just your father trying to wake you up. Come breath with me” Tobey mumbled into my ear while I was bent over in his arms taking deep breaths.

“Mary was trying to warn you about her reflexives but you didn’t want to listen did you” Tobey snapped loudly. When I looked up I came face to face with a man that had very fair skin, dish wash blonde hair. He stood tall and had dark blue eyes staring right back at me.

“John, John what going on I heard screaming” A woman's voice yelled from inside the house. Seconds later out came a woman with strawberry blonde hair, tanned skin with greenish, brown eyes and pinks lips. She was kind of short. Right behind her was a boy around about my age with dark, brown, short hair and a light tan. He was quite tall looking around about 6 foot 2 or maybe 3 and well-built with greenish, brown eyes like the women and pale pink lips.

“It’s nothing dear just stay there” Dad mumbled catching a breath

“Oh, you must be Isabella” The women smiled holding out her hand towards me. I just looked down at it stilling in Tobey’s arms. I tried to get free but he only gripped on to me tighter.

“Touch me” I whispered slowly “And I will break your f*****g hand off” I yelled she stumbled back from me dropping her hand in shock.

“Isabella this is my wife and step-son. Beth and Luke.” Father spoke.

“Oh, you kidding me you left us for this w***e father. After everything that’s happened. You are so full of s**t, how are you still f*****g alive. You know if I had my gun I would shot you. You mean nothing to me. You are dead to me. Nothing” I yelled at I was now breathing heavily after shouting at my dad in French.

“What did she say?” he asked in shock.

“It is best if you don’t know John” My mother mumbled in shock looking at me with wide eyes. When dad opens his mouth Tobey quickly jumped in.

“Trust her you don’t want to know”