“Bella!” My mother screeched as I sprinted across the busy junction towards her. I felt her arms squeeze me tightly as her hand stroked my hair.

“Oh, my beautiful Bella,” She cooed, “My gorgeous girl, I …” I felt her arms extend as she gently pushed me back to look so she could take in my face. A short gasp escaped both Renee and Phil’s lips when they saw my recovering face. It was healing, right? “Good god, Bella! What the hell did you do to yourself?!” Renee had become horror stricken by the time Charlie and Cain had darted in and out of the heaving traffic. “What the hell happened? Phil, have you seen her face?” Her voice had climbed two or three octaves as she addressed Dad and Cain. Her eyes directed to Cain, as if suspicious. “What on earth have you done to her?!” Both angry and guilt washed over Dad’s face as he stepped forward, shaking Phil’s hand, before focusing on Mum. 

“You’re asking the wrong son,” Dad said, through his teeth. I had nestled myself in Renee’s chest once again, before she whipped me out in front of her.

“What is that supposed to mean, Charlie? Are you saying that Damian is responsible for all of this?” A nervous laugh was heard as Renee took in our expressions. “You fell down the stairs, didn’t you Bella?” When I didn’t answer her, I felt her hard grip on my shoulders as she demanded my attention. “Bella!” She prompted as I continued to ignore her, “You fell down the stairs. Tell me you fell down the stairs!” She hands shook my shoulders fiercely when I told her what she didn’t want to hear. “Please, tell me you fell down the stairs.” Her hand swept over my fading purple cheek as sapphire jewels fell from her eyes.

“Yes, Mum. I fell down the stairs.” I whispered, not wanting eye contact, I saw her chest deflate as she heard my words. “I fell down the stairs because Damian pushed me. Purposely.”

“No,” She whispered, as she let her hands fall from my arms, “No, no, no, no.” I have to hand it to Phil; he has extremely quick reflects. Mum’s knees buckled and Phil’s arms caught her readily.

“Renee,” Phil tried to sooth Renee’s hysterical voice that was beginning to alarm the soon to be passengers arriving at the airport. “Love, you need to be strong, for Bella and Cain.” His eyes directed to Charlie, as if searching for answers.

“We’re not sure. Forks is out of the questions, as well as Florida and Arizona.”

“Is it?” Phil mused for a second, mumbling to himself. After a couple of confused glances, Phil gripped Renee and steadied her as he pulled her to her feet. “I mean, think about it, Charlie. If we went back to Forks, he would come looking there sooner or later and then we could catch him and lock him up,” I saw Mum cringe as she registered Phil’s words. “That way, we would be ready for his … visit, and we would all sleep easy knowing he was behind bars.”

“I see where you are coming from, Phil …” Charlie’s mind wondered at the different possibilities that we could do in this situation. I must have been thinking to hard because only when I heard the car door slam did I realised we had crossed the busy junction and settled in the faithful Cruiser. “Okay.” Charlie breathed after a while. “Let’s do it. Let’s go back to Forks, get ourselves ready and catch him. We will have enough to charge him with assault for now, until he has a trial. I think this could work…”

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Sorry, it's a short chapter just to wrap it up ready for a change in subject.