Happy

Bella's Pov

"You are late." My father mumbled as I struggled to climb into his black custom made Bentley. I bit my tongue and forced myself to not say anything rude.

The dress I was wearing took longer to put on than I cared to admit and my frustration was at an all time high. Whoever created this wanted to punish whoever wore it because it was impossible to put it on without help. Especially since every time you put a leg in it it got lost in the never ending lacy ruffles.

I grumbled as I fought to try to close the door. The ruffles seemed to have a mind of their own. They would not stay in the car no matter how hard I tired to get them to stay in. Every time I went to close the door my dress would fall out of the car. If not for my father next to me I would’ve either screamed or cursed.

"Here." My dad sighed as he pulled the dress towards him. I quickly shut the door with a sense of relief. I could only imagine the disaster of a night I was bound to have with this dress.

"Thanks, Maybe I can wear something more simple next time." I sighed softly even though every part of me wanted to scream in frustration. Only with my father did I act like the obedient daughter that he trained me to be.

"I think it's perfect." He stated as he set his phone down on the charging station where the cup holders were suppose to be. I pressed my lips together and looked out the window. He wouldn't have had to help me if it was perfect but I wouldn't say anything.

I watched as we sped past the trees that lead to the entrance of our mansion. How I would love to run through the forest in this dress as I sang about how much I hated it at the top of my lungs.

"You know you will be starting school soon." My father stated after awhile of silence. I pushed my hands into my dress and bit my lower lip hard. I refused to talk about school and the reasons my father wanted me to go.

"I know that your mother told you that you could chose your school and that you had your eyes set on an all girls school but." He started with a sigh. I blinked my eyes and willed the tears not to come. I did not want to go down this road again nor was I willing to cry over something so simple.

"Can we not talk about it." I choked. I hated that he was forcing me to go to an elite school so that I could bond with my future husband. It was never about learning. That's why I was forced to homeschool until I turned 16.

I had to learn everything there was to know about being the perfect wife. From cooking to hosting a party. Anything that had to do with being a wife I had learned it. I could speak 6 different languages and could play almost any instrument that was put in front of me with a flawlessness that would have people thinking I played professionally. I was carved into a wife that was perfect and if not for my mother I might be exactly what my father wanted me to be.

The only good thing about this while situation was that my future husband was over seas learning everything he needed to know so he could try to take over my company. The key word was try because that's what he had to do, try. My mother may have disappeared when I needed her the most but that didn't mean that I forgot about our plan. I wouldn't give in without a fight.

"You know sweetheart. I really wish you would be more willing. I know that your mother gave you this false hope that's burning bright but the problem is that that's all it is is false hope." He stated sounding exasperated.

My gut twisted at his words because I knew that they held some truth in them. No matter what my mother had said I always knew that there was a chance that I would marry the person that my father pick out. I knew that the light dimmed out a little bit when my mother left but still all I had was my hope and the memories that gave me the strength to not give in.

"If you would allow me to pick my husband I would be more willing." I lied. I think we both knew that was lie. My fathers sigh had me closing my eyes and focusing on the cool breeze that hit my face. I refused to allow him to control me or make me feel guilty.

"It would really make me happy if you would just try, I just want you to be happy." He stated. I willed myself not to fall for his lines. My mother told me that's all they were and I believed her because if he truly cared about me he would let me marry anyone off that list.

"How long until we get there?" I asked softly. "We still have awhile. If you want you can take a nap." He stated lowly. We both knew I was not going to take a nap.

I looked back out at the nearly dark forest now and smiled. The sun had basically set and now it looked more peaceful than it had earlier. It was rare for my father to drive and even rarer for him to not be on his phone.

"I like this." I said softly. The car was silent besides the hum of the car, still the silence felt louder than an alarm blaring in the morning. We were always at odds even if he didn't realize it. So I would've hoped that he would ask me what I liked or at least cared.

I laid my head on side of the door and stared out at the forest not willing to show my disappointment.

"Are you not going to tell me what you like?" He asked after awhile. I froze at his words. Was he waiting for me to say what I liked?

I shouldn't have gotten excited but I couldn't help it. He was still my father and I still wanted his love and attention. Even if for just a moment. "This." I stated with a sigh as I smiled out at the now completely dark forest.

"This?" He asked when I didn't add anything on to it. A soft giggle left me as I slowly lifted my head off of the door. The cool night air blew my hair into my face causing me to smile more.

I turned and looked at him with a genuine smile. Even though he looked young he still seemed older. Maybe it was the wisdom that had him seeming older even though he didn't look any older than 30. He slowly turned towards me and raised an eyebrow at me. My heart leaped and I couldn't help the excitement that formed.

"Yea. This makes me happy that I came even though I didn't really want to." I stated before I could catch myself. The excitement of the moment had me rushing into the moment without thinking.

The silence that followed told me that I ruined the moment. My father refused to look away from the road and I refused to allow this moment to be ruined.

"I wish you would spend more time with me like this. I know you are busy but it would be nice if you could make time for me. You are always busy and sometimes it feels like you don't love me.." I added not caring that I may have added too much. Maybe if he knew I needed love he would actually try. That's all I wanted was for him to try and to prove my mother wrong.

"If you are hungry or thirsty there's some snacks on the floor in the back." He stated. Any excitement I may have had instantly went away. I blinked my eyes as I stared at him. He couldn't be serious right?

He looked over at me for a second before turning back towards the road with no true emotions. I willed myself not to react but my eyes still watered. I quickly looked away and took a a deep breath. He didn't love me. Not even a little bit. I blinked a few times and thanked the gods that it was dark. I didn't want to have my heart broken any more than it was.

"There's some water and soda in the bag in the back. Just make sure you are careful not to spill anything on your dress. It will be impossible to replace." He stated with a detached voice.

My chest tightened before a small smile formed. The perfect idea popped into my head that would make the moment even better. I quickly turned around and reached on the rough carpeted floor.

Something wet had me quickly moving my hand away. I looked at my hand and squinted my eyes as I rubbed my fingers together.

"There's something wet on the floor." I exclaimed with annoyance. Did he spill oil on the floor?

"Oh did I say floor, I meant seat." He stated nonchalantly. I gritt my teeth but still reached for the black bag that was on the seat. Had I looked on the seat when I turned around I would’ve noticed it instantly.

I brought the bag forward and made sure it hit him in the head. As a punishment for his rude behavior. The loud clink it made as the soda cans clashed together because of the impact towards his head was satisfying.

"Bella." He cursed as he rubbed his head. I tried to hold in my smile but it was impossible. It felt amazing to punish him for his rude behavior.

"Sorry." I choked as my smile only got bigger. The scowl he gave me told me he knew I was holding in a laugh. My cheeks hurt just from trying to force my smile to go away, I knew he could tell.

"Give me one." He demanded angrily. Any happiness I had from the moment instantly vanished as I grabbed a can and handed it to him.

I looked through the bag and ended up grabbing a red one. "I'm surprised you are letting us drink these." I said as the can made a hissing noise as I opened it. I took a huge drink, not willing to let this opportunity pass. The drink tasted like a very strong cherry flavor. I had to blink a few times with how strong it was, it felt like it would burn my throat if I kept drinking it.

"What does yours taste like? Mine tastes like a acidy cherry." I stated as I took a small sip. The burn was not as bad as the first time. I could see why people drank this.

The deafening silence had me looking over at my father and narrowing my eyes. He had completely toned me out. I snapped my head back forward.

My hand tightened around the can until it was basically crushed. The lukewarm liquid flowed down my hands and onto my dress. "Bella the drink." My father snapped angrily. I looked down pretending to be shocked.

"Oops. I'm sorry." I mumbled not really caring that my dress now had a huge red stain. I looked back at the can that was not crushed completely and still brought it’s to my lips. There was no point in wasting the little bit that was left.

I would have to wash my hands when we got to the party because of how sticky they were. I doubt my father would be happy if I went around and shook everyone’s hands. I could only do so much without causing problems.

"You know I think maybe I'll drive us from now on if it makes you happy. " My father said after awhile of me staring at my hand.

I slowly looked at him with hooded eyes and a soft smile. "Would you do that for me?" I asked softly. He took a glance at me for just a second before he was looking back towards the road.

"Of course sweet heart. I will do anything to make you happy and obedient."