Chapter 3 Chapter 3

"What's wrong?"I knew he was concerned about me. Who wouldn't be? I just came home five hours late, and bursted into tears. Who in their right mind wouldn't be concerned? "Is it a boy?"he asked.

I forced myself to pull away but I avoided his gaze. I couldn't look at him because I felt guilty even knowing what she had done. I felt guilty for thinking I could hide the truth from him. I shook my head and bowed my head. I was afraid of telling the truth. I felt his hands on my back as he softly pushed me inside the house. He closed the front door and gave me a hug again. I didn't hold him as tight as before but I held him. "When you calmed down you can tell me what's up"he says whilst hugging me tightly. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. "I'm wondering who hurt my princess"he whispers. It's not who hurt me. It's what's gonna hurt you when you find out. "Find out what?"my father asked pulling me away and forcing me to look up as he placed his finger on my chin. Everything freezes in me when I realise that I have said it out loud. "Find out what Abella"he repeats this time using one of my nicknames.

"Nothing"I whispered pulling away from him. "Don't lie to me Bella. Just tell me what it is" he said rasing his voice.

I knew he was starting to get frustrated but he was also concerned about me. "I can't dad! I can't"I cried out pushing him away from me.

"What's wrong Abella. Just tell me. I'm your father, I have the right to know"he says more quieter. It's true. He did have the right know. To know that beloved wife was fucking cheating on him with a stupid human. "Oh dad. I really can't "I whispered so quietly almost to myself but he managed to hear. "I will get your brother down"he says" I'm sure you can tell him"

"No dad!"I shouted. The concern on his face aged him. He was frustrated by now. "For the love of god, Abella are you going to tell me what you're hiding"he says as he put his hand through his dark brown hair. "I saw mum kissing a man"I said before I could stop myself. I slapped my hands over my mouth. I watched as my father face changed, replacing the concern look with a blank one. It was like he wanted to his his pain from me. I wanted to cry for him. He didn't succeed too much, I could see some of the pain in his eyes as he looked deep into my brown eyes. He was making sure I was telling the truth. He let out a sigh and shook his head. He muttered something under his breath but didn't look back at me. He looked down at his foot then walked to his coat. At that moment, my brother Patrick decides to walk in the intense room. He looked back and forth between my father and I, before setting his gaze to me. I panicked. I knew very well I would have to explain this to him too. I just didn't know how he would have taken it. "Go to sleep Abella. Patrick make sure she goes to sleep and take care of her."my father says but his back was turn to us. "Where are you going dad?"I questioned. "I'm just going for a walk"he says before slamming the door shut. My room was quiet for a second before my brother spoke. "You heard what he said. Off to bed, and as soon as you wake up, you have to explain all of this"he says waving his arms around. "Ok"I managed to say.

Ok I will tell you but my shoulder is small for you to cry on. But you can try. "Come on. Give me a hug. If this is a boy trouble, you let me know now so I can bring you his head"he said jokingly, I hoped, before pulling me into a tight hug which I returned. If only I knew what's gonna happen in few hours back then, I would have hugged him tighter and told him then that we have a whore as a mother, maybe then he would have believed me. He kissed my temple and sent me to bed. Couple hours later. "WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Someone shouts startled me from the short sleep I had gotten. The shouting took me by surprise, my body reacted in a way that was ready to fight but instead I fell of my princess bed and on the floor on my back. The sudden pain that rushed to my back made me moan out loud.

"What the hell Patrick?"I asked barely whispering. "What the fuck have you told dad? What the fuck did you do?" "What do you mean?"I was confused at his anger and his words. My brother barely swore so by now I knew he was angry. Extremely angry. My brother recently shifted and now has a wolf. He is still learning to control his wolf. "I swear Bella stop playing with me. I don't want to hurt you"he pushed himself to the wall and punches it leaving a huge hole. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I yelled. Well tried. My voice broke and I noticed how dry my throat was. "What did you tell dad?"he repeated his question closing his eyes, trying to control his wolf. I knew his wolf and him were at war, his wolf wanting control. It made me nervous. I knew my brother loved me and wouldn't do anything to physically hurt me but the flash of red in his eyes indicating that he was pissed made me nervous. "Couldn't this wait until tomorrow? I told you I will tell you at the morning"I tried to calm him down. "ARGH! YOU STUPID GIRL! DAD IS DEAD!"he yells.

His dark blue eyes, the same eyes he shared with my father turned into dark cold purple. Hatred was written in his eyes. I have never seen that colour in my life and it scared the hell out of me.

He got hold of my shoulders and shook me. Hard. He's nails dug into my skin. Although I didn't want to, I screamed out of pain. "DAD IS DEAD. He would have been here by now Bella. It's past midnight."

I was so afraid of him at the moment. His eyes held some much anger that made my heart ache of sadness. My father is gone because of me. I told him. It's my fault. I let him walk out of that door. He was gone. All because of me. I told him about mum. So what will happen if I told Patrick about mum? Would he walk out too? Will he die and leave me? I can't tell him. No. "I said...I told him....."

I couldn't tell him. He looked so hurt. This would only hurt him more. He looked at me. Tears in his eyes. He was waiting for me to say something. I just didn't know what to tell him yet. "I can't tell you. I can't tell you" I repeated myself again and again. Each time I said it quieter and quieter.

He's eyes went cold and his lips formed a sneer. "Fine! Keep your bloody secret. But I will tell you something, I hate you and from this day. You're no longer my sister"he spat. My vision became blurred. I couldn't see much but I watched him walk away. The thin blonde headed figure walking opposite my direct. Not even a glance back. My heart felt like a mirror. Once a beauty now shuttered into different pieces. I blinked the tears making them roll down my face slowly. The taste of my tear. The pain in my heart. The loss of my father. The memory of my mother. The anger from my brother. That day happen to be the worst day of my life. And because of that day...

The present was hell.