I got into mom's car and just sat there crying, I can't believe he would bring that up again. What is wrong with him?
"Honey are you okay?" mom asked as she drove down that road.
"I-I don't know. We were arguing about something and then he brought up my rape, and I just couldn't...." I explained.
"It's okay, well how about we go home and talk to dad? Because before I let to come to get you he asked if he could speak with you when we got home" mom explained. I nodded my head and then laid it against the window, wanting nothing more than to be home.
*****
Once we pulled into the driveway I grabbed my phone before realizing I left my bag in Elliot's car. "Shit," I said softly
"What is it honey?" mom asked
"I left my bag in Elliot's car and I and him aren't really talking right now," I told her
"Okay how about I call his mom and talk to her and ask if I can get it? Would that be okay?" she asked wrapping her arm around my shoulder whilst we walked to the front door.
"Okay, thanks mom," I said hugging her. She opened the front door and we walked in before she shut it. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water when I noticed dad sitting at the table. I got a glass of water before going to sit next to him. "Mom said you wanted to talk to me?" I asked
"Yes, I just wanted to start with I'm so sorry for any trouble I caused you or Elliot." he started "I love you I just want you to know that," he said before standing up and kissing the top of my head before walking out of the kitchen.
I walked upstairs and stopped at Bambi's door. Mom told me she had stayed home cause she didn't feel good. I knocked on the door before walking in and seeing Bambi fast asleep on her bed. I closed the door behind me and walked to her bed before hitting her on the head.
"Oww! What the hell!" She exclaimed holding the top of her head.
"What is wrong with you? Telling my boyfriend to press charges against my father. Are you out of your fucking mind?" I asked, sitting on her bed.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" she asked sitting up
"Oh, you know damn well what I mean, when I was in the hospital you told Derek to press charges against dad. You do realize he is the only biological parent I have left. So if he goes to jail then I will go to foster care until my 18th birthday." I ranted to her. Once I was finished she just looked at me.
"Bel, I'm so sorry, I didn't-" she started
"Don't talk to me right now. I can't stand hearing your voice right now." I said running out of her room. I walked into my room and closed the door and started crying. I walked passed my window before going back to look into the house next to mine. I saw Elliot standing there looking around the room. I ran out of my room and downstairs before running out of the house. I went to the next-door house and knocked on the door. When the door opened Elliot was standing in front of me.
"What are you doing here?" He asked me
"I looked out of my window from my bedroom and I saw you looking around the room" I rambled.
"Oh," he looked down for a minute before speaking to me again. "Bella, I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't mean it was just mad." He told me softly.
"Elliot. You do realize he is the only biological parent left. So if he goes to jail I will be put in foster care until my 18th birthday." I explained to him. His face dropped and his eyes got misty.
"I am so, so, so, so, so sorry. For that. I didn't want to hurt you. I was mad because my mom told me we were moving and I didn't want to leave you alone. But now I realize I was brought closer to you." He said letting a few tears fall. I walked closer to him and put my hand on his cheeks running my thumbs under his eyes. Wiping the tears away. Before kissing him. When I stepped back I grabbed his and hand and he looked at me. I pulled his hand and little and he closed the door behind him. We walked into my house to see my mom and dad looking at me. My dad walked over to him and looked at him. It wasn't angry or hurt. It was apologetic and sorry.
"I'm sorry Elliot for attacking you twice. I never meant to hurt anyone. But once I realized how upset it made Bella I knew it hurt her." My dad told him. Elliot nodded his head and continued to look down at the ground.
"Bella, sweetie come here I need to talk to you" my mom called out for me. I looked at Elliot before letting go of his hand and walking into the kitchen. "What is he doing here?" She asked softly.
"He is our new neighbor. He and his family officially bought the house today. I think the only reason he said what he said was that his mom had told him that they were moving and he didn't want to leave. So he kinda took his anger out on me. Don't worry I will talk to him about it." I rambled. Mom looked at me before hugging me tightly.
"Good. That saves me from a weird call to his mom." She laughed. I giggled before she pulled away. "Be careful" she said before sending me off to get Elliot. I found him looking at the pictures on the wall from me as a child. He smiled at my fifth-grade picture. It was a very funny photo.
"That was the first picture of me on this wall," I said coming up behind him.
"What do you mean?" he asked snaking his arm around my shoulder
"That's the year I came to live with my stepmom and dad, my real mom died that year. We were so close, we would stay up and watch movies on the weekend and go to Starbucks. She took me to France for my 9th birthday. But right after my 10th birthday, she died." I told him. I could feel his grip tighten so much. He wasn't hurting me he just wanted me to know that he was here. "Here let me show you something," I said dragging him upstairs to my room. Once we got to my room I told him to sit on my bed and he did so. I went into my closet and grabbed a box from the top shelf before returning to my room. I sat down next to him and picked up a letter and handed it to him. "Read it," I said. He nodded his head and read the letter.
'Dearest Meredith,
At the start of the letter, I would like to tell you that I love you with all my heart. You are my only child and I will always be there for you no matter what happens. I would like to tell you both thanks and sorry. Thanks for exposing your heart to me and sorry for not understanding your feelings. I know that I have not been a perfect mom. I have not been honorable to anyone. I have blown it so many times. I have broken so many commitments, and have done so many things without knowing you. Yes, I am a liar, a cheater, and a selfish person. I obviously made mistakes when trying to raise you and for that, I sincerely apologize.
I am sorry that I never took the role of being a mom seriously and every day for the rest of my life I will wake up hating myself for it. Your mom is not your hero at all.
I know I never gave you a proper goodbye but this is for the best. Tell your father I always loved him and tell your sisters I love them too.
Love mom'
"Bella," he said softly, I shook my head and took the letter back from him, and stuck it back in the box.
"No, It's fine it happened almost 8 years ago," I said
"I'm here if you need me, I know how it feels to lose a parent, my dad died when I was 6. We got into a car accident. And he died right there in front of me." he explained
"Oh Elliot," I said
"No this isn't my time to be sad, it's yours. Now what do you want to do?" he asked
I scooted back up the bed and laid down. Elliot got up and walked around the bed and laid next to me, I put my head on his chest and wrapped my arm around his torso. He wrapped his arms around my waist and had one rubbing up and down my body. My breathing evened out and I slowly slipped into a deep sleep.