I was sitting on the mattress, looking at some pictures my mom had given me of the of when she was younger and the earlier days of my life. I was only doing this now because Ethan had gone out to do some shopping for his mom and I preferred to be alone for this.
I picked up one of mom and me at the hospital. It was scary how much she looked like me. It could almost be me in the photograph. My mom had one of the biggest smiles on her face, but she looked really tired. I suppose being eighteen and just after having a new born took it's toll.
I flipped to the next one, it was one of me when I was about two or three and Mom and John were painting my bedroom pink and John had stencilled barbie princesses on it. Mom had my hair in little plaits and I was wearing a little pink summer dress. Mom was dress in a hoodie that she'd gotten from her secondary school and a pair of old jeans. John had paint splattered on his face and he was trying to kiss mom but she was smiling and had her hand on his chest.
I got to the next one. It was one of me and mom on her twenty first. She had on a very pretty dress. I actually could remember a few things from that night as young as I had been. Mom was wearing a dark purple dress and she had her short hair curled. She looked beautiful more like my older sister then my mom. Mom had left me with Matt's parents while she went out to celebrate. I remember how over the years she kept telling me John had to force her to go out a celebrate because she was so reluctant to leave me.
The next picture almost made my heart stop. It was a picture of my mom wearing a men's jumper and skinny jeans and ugg boots and standing beside her was a tall blonde hair boy who looked like grandpa Andrew. He had his arms wrapped around mom's waist and she was laughing and gazing up into his eyes. The boy looked familiar, and not just because he looked like grandpa, but as if I'd seen him somewhere before, recently...
"Hey I'm back." The sound of Ethan's voice made me jump. "What're you doing?"
"Nothing." I muttered and shoved the pictures under my pillow."I was just thinking."
He gave me a funny look but he said nothing only sat down on the bed and lowered me backwards. He started kissing my neck.
I started to giggle uncontrollably. I had serious tickles on my neck. "Stop, it's too much."
"I love you," He whispered against my neck.
I stopped laughing and I felt my blood run cold. I couldn't believe me ears. We'd barely been going out for a few weeks and he says that to me!?
"Bella? What's wrong!?" He asked sitting up, looking at me curiously.
"You just told me you loved me." I could barely breath my breath was sticking in my throat.
"I'm sorry, was that too soon for you?" He seemed uneasy. He realised he'd made a mistake.
"Yeah!" I was freaking out and I didn't know how to stop it. "It's been like two days!"
"It's just... Look Bella I'm sorry. I speak before I think but I mean it Bella." He insisted.
"No I just need sometime." I shook my head stood up and ran out of the bedroom. I knew he'd follow me and I didn't want to go outside. I ran in and hid in Mr Whyte and Roisin's bedroom.
Mr Whyte was sitting on the bed with his mobile phone tucked under his ear, although he hadn't noticed my presence in the room. I was going to leave until I noticed he was holding a picture. I went a bit closer and realised it was a picture of my mom when she was younger.
I jumped back when he seemed to be snapped from his day dream. The voice on the other end of the phone must have said something.
"About what?" He snapped. He seemed angry that he'd been interrupted.
I couldn't understand why Mr Whyte would have a picture of my mom in his room. As far back as I could remember I never remembered seeing him around.
"Nothing! I haven't spoken to Violet in sixteen years!" He yelled.
He hadn't seen mom in sixteen years. Your mom had another boyfriend at the time, John's word stuck in my head. As I thought back to my brief conversations about. Jack hasn't been in touch since Bells was born. He hadn't be in touch for sixteen years. But he changed his last name. What was Mr Whyte's first name? I think I had once heard Roisin calling him Jack? No one has heard or seen him in sixteen years, Bella. Mum had told me that day in the café. That couldn't be true, Mr Whyte couldn't be my dad.
"Mum I am not afraid of James or John or even dad! I just don't care! I don't care where Bella is and I don't care if she ever shows up! I really don't care about Violet or Bella!" he screamed as loud as He could.
Tears started to stream down my face. That horrible beast of a man was my dad. I quickly ran from the room slamming the door behind me.
"Bella? What's wrong?" Ethan asked me as I ran past.
I just shook my head and kept running. How could this be possible? I'd been here for almost two weeks and I'd been living and working for the very man I was looking for.
When I walked out of the bedroom, I saw Ethan standing in the hallway looking some what desperate.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow. No doubt he'd think I was just being condesending and to fuck off.
"Bella has gone missing." He replied absently. This had really shaken him because he was acting out of character.
"Why?" It seemed like the easiest question.
"Well I told her, I loved her... But I don't think that's it." Ethan was in deep thought.
"Been there." I sighed. Violet had, had a strong negative reaction.
"Maybe I should call her mam." He appeared to be at his wits end.
"Okay, look your over reacting, but since she isn't from Dublin then maybe I should just call her mum for you. What's her number?" I guess it couldn't hurt to try and be nice to the kid.
"I don't know!" He screamed in frustration.
"Okay Ethan, calm down. Let's just check out her stuff there might be some contact information there somewhere." He was starting to frustrate me and I needed him to calm down.
I pushed past him and ran into his room. "Did you give her your bed?"
"No she had the blow up mattress." He was in a mood now. A teenager wasn't something I'd bargained for when I'd married the pain that is my wife.
"Aren't you a proper little gentleman? Look I'll check some stuff. I'll look under her pillow and you check her back pack." I rolled my eyes and turned over her bed clothes. When her pillow flew off some photographs fluttered to the ground. I hitched up the pant leg of my trousers and bent down to pick them up. When I saw the pictures I felt as if I were going to have a stroke. It was a picture of me and Violet back before she'd gotten pregnant.
"What's wrong with you?" Ethan asked angrily glancing over from where he was rummaging.
I ignored him and kept flicking through the photos. There was one of Violet dressed to go out holding a toddler. Our daughter. The thought came into my head before I could stop it. I flipped to the next one. John and Violet with a toddler. I felt a churning in my stomach to think he'd raised her for sixteen years. I knew it was my own fault. I quickly moved on to the next one. A picture of Violet and the baby in the hospital. Mum had told me how upset Violet had been when she'd found out I wasn't going to go see the baby. I'd been scared. I hadn't known what to do.
"Are you going to help me or not?" Ethan huffed impatiently.
"Who's Bella's mum?" I choked out the words.
"I dunno! Vera or Vicki! What does it matter?" Ethan was livid.
"Violet?" The name burned my throat.
"Yeah, she came looking for her dad and we met up with her aunt Angel and her mam Violet." Ethan wasn't piecing it together very well.
"Ethan, I am Bella's dad." I sighed heavily.
He was stunned. "Your name Jack Williams?"
"Shh!" I snapped at him and jumped up to close the bedroom door. "Yes. I changed my last name so Violet couldn't track me down and send me pictures of Bella. I haven't spoken to anyone from my family, apart from my mum, in sixteen years."
"Well I think your going to have to now." Ethan added but his voice was softer.
"Ethan... I can't! I haven't spoken to Violet since before Bella was born! She was really upset when I wouldn't to the hospital to see Bella... If I call her back she'll shout and scream and more then likely she will throw stuff at me." I sounded like I was afraid of Violet and I guess in some ways I was.
"Look Jack grow some balls and call her." He lifted up a small black book. "I found an address book filled with numbers. One for everyone in her family. Violet. John. James. Rachel. Angel. Dylan. Annie. Grandma Josie and Grandpa Andrew."
"I'll call her mum but not anyone else... John, Dylan, James and my dad will skin me alive." I picked my iPhone 5 and then reached across for the phone book he was holding out. I tapped out the number and waited for Violet to answer the phone.
"Hello?" She sounded tired and weary but I could hear the old Violet in her voice. It made me stop breathing. "Hello? Is there anyone there?"
"Violet's it's Jack," I cringed at sound of my own voice. I was acting like a dumb teenager again.
It was her turn to go quiet for a few moments before she spoke again. "So Bella found you?"
"No not exactly. I think she might have over heard a phone conversation between mum and I and she might have pieced it together." This conversation felt awkward and uncomfortable.
"I don't understand. How could she over hear a phone conversation?" Her motherly senses had kicked in and she was beginning to panic.
"She over heard because she was staying in my apartment, because I am Ethan's step dad." I let it out in a sigh.
"She's been gone from two weeks! My baby has been away from me for two weeks because of you! You couldn't even realize that she was your daughter and stop wasting her time! This is exactly why I never wanted you two to meet! How could you not know what your own daughter looks like! She looks the exact same as me! Surely you would've seen the resemblance!? Oh my poor baby!" Bella was getting unbelievably hysteric.
"Violet, calm down please. I know your motherly instincts are kicking in and trust me I understand mum lost Annie in a supermarket when we were younger and she nearly had a fit." I tried to laugh to ease the tension.
"Don't joke Jack! This isn't funny! Your daughter is running around lost and scared in a city that she doesn't know and your making jokes!" She was having more then a freak out it sounded as if she were going to collapse.
"Violet! I've only known the girl for two weeks but of course no I don't want her to get hurt but just be rational. Why don't you gather Angel and Dylan and come over here and we'll send out a search party okay?" I tried to reason with her.
She was silent for a moment. "Fine, Where?"
"The penthouse in the Aston building on Quay." I didn't know how I was going to get rid of Roisin. I'd prefer her not to be involved in my personal life.
"Right. See you in ten." She hung up.
"Ethan get your mum out of here now! Violet's coming over with Angel and Dylan. I'm gonna go get dressed." I dashed out of the room.
How exactly did one dress when they were going to see someone for the first time in sixteen years and they were still in love with? This was going to be along day...
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