New Beginnings

Chapter 5

Isabelle's P.O.V.

Looking at the pay phone I sigh. This could be a really bad idea. I've tried to do this a couple of times over the past few weeks but each time I freeze up, not knowing what to say. Feeding the phone my money I dial the familiar number.

1 ring... 2 rings... maybe he wont answer... 3 rings...

"Drake here." Crap. I have no clue what to say. "Hello... hello... okay this is getting ridiculous. These calls are pathetic, do you know that? You're pathetic. I swear to God, the next one I get I will come track you down and rip you limb from..."

"I would so love to see you try that!" I interrupt, hearing him like this brings back so many memories and I just can't help but wind him up. There's silence down the line, damn maybe he hung up already. "Drake?"

"Bells, is that you?" A quiet voice asks.

"Yeah Drake it's me." I sigh.

"Bells where the fuck have you been? Where are you? 3 months Bells! No call, no letter, not even a text! What's wrong with you! Everyone is looking for you and when I say everyone I mean everyone. Do you know how much you've hurt everyone, hurt me..." I tune him out at this point, it isn’t that I don't care, I do, it's just that he always was one to ramble when he was upset. I deserve all that he throws at me, leaving like I did was cowardly but I had no other choice, that I was sure of. My thoughts immediately go to Dylan, which is nothing new they do that a lot. I can't help but wonder if he is out there looking for me too. No, I conclude, why would he, he made his feelings perfectly clear 4 months ago. Tears spring to my eyes at the memory; the hurt still sits raw in my chest, and refuses to heal. "Bells are you still there?"

"Yeah I’m here. Will you let me speak now?" I ask jokingly.

"Go on, this better be good" by the tone of his voice he's getting angry but what makes me cringe is the hurt that's so obvious in his words.

"Right, as you know I’ve left Uni..."

"Yeah we figured that part out ourselves, we got that call from the police, the police Bells! You're a missing person!" he states sarcastically his voice rising until he is shouting down the line.

"Drake I swear to God I will hang up if you don't let me finish." I'm wary about how much time I have left on this thing. It's the only call I’m going to make and he's wasting it.

"No Bells, don't do that, I’ll listen." He begs.

"Good, anyway, I’ve dropped out of Uni and I’ve gotten a job and I’m living in a small flat that I’m sharing with 2 guys." I state delicately.

"You're what!" He shouts down the phone the sound of growling vibrates the receiver, it's so loud I have to hold the phone away from my ear. "No, no way, come home Isabelle! Come home now!"

"Drake calm down! They're cool, honest." I know he won't feel any better but I have to get this conversation back under control "The reason I called was to say that I’m fine. Okay. Got it? I'm fine, there is no need to worry about me. Also I need you to do me a favour, please will you tell my parents how sorry I am, not just them but the whole pack, and especially your mum and dad. I love you Drake." With that I hang up. Reluctantly I leave the phone box, it's raining, again, and I’ve lost my umbrella. I spot Mark's car parked up the street and make a beeline for it. The tears steadily flow down my cheeks, that was harder than I thought it would be. Drake is like my brother and that was probably the last time I would talk to him. As for my family I wouldn't speak to them again, it's not that I’m being selfish or cruel, I’m not doing it to hurt them, I just don't think I could take it and my father, well this would just be the last straw. I'd been thinking about leaving for a while and the whole Dylan mess just helped me make up my mind. I needed a fresh start and to live my own life, but shifters aren't supposed to do that, we live in packs. I had technically become a rogue and for that I know my father would never forgive me.