Chapter 5 : "Step up" gone wrong

Author's POV

He groaned in frustration, at the same time slamming the piece of mold away. It was impossible, he knew, and that was the infuriating part. He stared at the table in anger and threw everything to the floor. There was nothing he could do about the anger that was already building up inside of him, apart from hating himself.

One thing he hated was the fact that she reminded him so much about the past he dreaded the most. Karma, he called it. But why? He always asked himself.

It wasn't his fault, but he preferred to blame himself for everything that happened. If only he had reacted fast that night, then the pain he felt wouldn't be existing.

He stared down at the mold once more, he wanted to go for it again, but something stopped him; realization. The realization that he had to accept Destiny. It could be a second chance. It could also be punishment.

Bella's POV

I smiled to myself as I stared at the reflection in the Mirror. I almost couldn't recognize myself. It had been quite a long time since I had a good look at myself. My blue eyes blinked at me, while my eyebrows scrunched in dismay. My brunette hair was nothing to write home about. The frizzy ends were something I hated so much. occasionally I have to wear it in a bun to prevent it from being too obvious. No one cared about it that, I was just quite conscious of that.

I sighed in frustration as I grabbed a brush. It was difficult to get the hair tangle-free, but I pulled through. After I was done with my silly little hair treatment routine, I wore it in a bun again. Weird right? I told you.

If only I had perfect hair like that of Clara, probably my life would have been an inch better.

I grabbed a powder, and applied it, accompanied with a mascara that I practically smeared all over my eyes.

"Perfection" I smirked whilst applying a lip balm. "I think this needs to go down to" I undid my hairband and let my fully damaged hair cascade down my shoulders.

I looked down at my outfit. A long pleated skirt, a top, and a loafers shoe. I smiled once more. It was not so genuine but it much better than the first.

I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs to have some breakfast. Everybody was already seated.

Immediately I got to the sitting room, they all turned to face look at me, and immediately their faces dropped. Not in a good way though.

Richard was the first person to break the silence and that was heartbreaking. He laughed so hard that I became nervous. Clara looked terrified while my mum and dad were just practically speechless.

"My God Bella, what did you do to yourself" he stared at me with disbelief.

"What do you mean?"

"It feels like someone puked on your face," Clara said with disgust. Immediately my mum shoved her. That was a gesture to signal Clara to act nice.

"I mean..." She rolled her eyes. "You should really use a mirror"

Richard who earlier laughed now had a tensed smile on his face. It was clear to everyone that I and Clara weren't on the best of terms. Well, that was a result of how much she despised me.

I smiled nervously as I turned back and headed up the stairs.

What was I thinking? There was no way I could be as pleasant as I want to be. I was always going to be the weird girl that was never going to be loved. You might think, I thought that way as a result of the fact that I couldn't make a lover, but it wasn't the case. That was just one, compared to all the problems I had compounded in my life.

A wimp escaped from my lips as I aggressively scrubbed every atom of makeup off my face. For the first time I decided to pay more attention to myself and this was what happened.

When I was done getting the makeup off my face, I stared at the mirror and the feeling of numbness clouded my emotions. I opened the bathroom door and hopped on my bed, burying my head on the pillow and letting the tears flow down.

A knock on the floor distracted me from my agonizing moment. I didn't get up nor did I stop crying. The door opened and someone stepped In

"Bella" I heard a faint voice. It was Richard. I cleaned my eyes and looked up giving him a faint smile.

"I didn't mean to... I just..." He bit his lips nervously.

"It's okay" I couldn't blame him for what he did. He was just 12 years and reacted the only way he could.