Bella Blue

Bella POV The rain was coming down heavy as my brother and I watched as our mom put her suitcases in the trunk of her new boyfriend BMW. Jake held onto my hand, looking up at me with tears running down his cheeks. I, for one, refuse to cry at her heartlessness. If she wanted to leave, then that was on her. "Why is mom leaving us? Did we do something wrong?" I squatted down, placing my hands on his face. "No, we did nothing wrong." I told him. "Then why is she leaving us?" he asked as he cried. I stood up, glaring at our mother as she stopped in front of us. She bowed her head in shame. "Im so sorry, Bella, I just can't do this anymore." My lips curled into a sneer "Fine mother, go live your life and forget about us. It's not like you really loved us to begin with." She can't do this anymore, I thought as I walked back to our shabby two story log cabin that sits on 100 acres of prime land. I'm only 16 years old. How am I supposed to cope with it? I asked myself. I opened up the door and slowly walked in since I was carrying Jake in my arms. I turned to close the door, watching as our mother got into the car, driving away from our life. I refuse to shed a tear for that woman, at least not in front of Jake. I set Jake down on the kitchen island, smiling at him. "What would you like to eat for dinner?" I asked as I walked to the refrigerator that looked like it was dying of old age. "How could mom do this to us?" Jake asked quietly. I shrugged my shoulders. What could I say except she didn't love us anymore, so I chose to stay quiet. "You haven't told me what you wanted?" I say. "Can we have pancakes?" he asked. I smiled and nodded my head. Thank goodness for frozen ones because Im sure not in the mood to make homemade ones even if it's from a box, I thought to myself. I pulled down two mismatch plates and put them on the island while Jake leaned over and pulled out forks from the island drawer. I pulled open the bag of pancakes and put them on the plate, placing them in the microwave. I set the setting to the appropriate time. I hear the ding of the microwave. I pulled out the plate, placing them in front of Jake. I heard a little sniff, and I grabbed a towel to wipe Jake face. "What's the matter I asked, smiling gently. "What about my birthday, your birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas? Jake asked. I softly laughed. What my mother didn't know or cared about was that I graduated from high school several years ago. I'm about to finish my PHD. even though Im only sixteen years old. I've been making money since I was thirteen, making homemade soaps, candles, and reisen ornaments and tables selling them on my store website. I also write up business contracts and legal documents, and that's where I get the majority of my income comes from. I can since the judgemental thoughts of people wondering why I wouldn't tell our mother about this income because then she wouldn't leave. This wasn't my first rodeo of her leaving us. I was thirteen at the time, leaving me with Jake when he was barely three years old. I grew up fast learning to hunt, to find wild berries that weren't poisonous for us to live on. I wasn't exactly rolling in money at my age. I'm tired. I thought as I picked Jake up, his arms wrapping around my neck burying his face into my neck, afraid to let me go in case I disappeared just like our mother did tonight. I know in my heart this time she wasn't going to come back because this man smelled of money. I gently put Jake down on his bed, reminding him that it was bedtime. "Can you tell me a story?" Jake asked. "What kind of story? I replied. "A warewolf story?" Jake said excitedly. "You're not going to get scared where I have to sleep with you." Laughing as I teased him. "No way!" I'm five years old now." Jake screamed while punching me in my arm. He lays his head on his worn-out pillow, waiting for me to start the story. I laid down next him to begin my story. "Once upon a time, there was a boy named Arlo, but he wasn't just like any kid he was a werewolf. He wasn't just a werewolf he was the prince of werewolves. One day, he went exploring on land that didn't belong to his family and was caught in a trap. He couldn't mindlinke his family because he was too far and he couldn't pull himself from the trap because he was too young. As the day was getting darker and the pain was getting worse, he heard someone crying, and they were getting closer. When that person came into view he saw a young girl around thirteen with puffy sea blue eyes from crying, tight blond curly hair, freckles on her face, red lips in a tiny form of five foot. He also noticed that there was blood everywhere on her from holding a dead animal. Her eyes went wide as she gazed upon the wounded wolf. She threw down the animal, walking slowly to him. She knew she should be afraid, but her senses told her not to. She looked down at the trap, wondering how it got onto her father's land. The tiny girl dropped the animal in her hand to the ground already forgetting it's existence. She walks closer looking down making sure she doesn't give the wolf a reason to attack her. She bends down looking at the trap as it was a puzzle. Her brows frown thinking how painful it must be for the wolf. She pulls it open with all the strength she could hoping the wolf leg wasn't too damaged. He is so beautiful with bright green eyes, white fur and large even for a pup wolf. They looked at each other for a long time before the wolf turned running away deep into the forest. The girl left forgetting everything except for that white wolf pup. I hope he finds his family she thought. As she reaches her old two story house she hears a loud cry. Her brother had just woken up and was hungry for his dinner. She walked to the cabinet pulling out some oatmeal to make since it was the only thing she had to make for him. Suddenly, she heard wolves howling in the distance smiling knowing that the young pup had made it back to his pack" Bella looked down at her brother who had just fallen asleep. Like she had thought not her first time their mother had left them to fend for themselves. Getting up off the bed she walks into her bathroom to change and get ready for bed. In the distance she heard a lone wolf howling letting her know that he was still there alive and well. Maybe, one day she would go into the woods to see if she could find him. The wolf had been kind to them over the years by bringing them meat so she wouldn't have to go and hunt. She lays down on her bed with a small smile on her lips. Closing her eyes she remembers the bright green eyes and the white fur. Maybe, just maybe they will meet again. With that thought she fell asleep dreaming of those green eyes.