Did I just Fall in love?

(Bella's POV.)

I had been doing one of my nightly performances at my Mom's club. Her and my stepdad Phil had been letting me perform so i could practice my dancing. Since i was little it had always been my dream to dance. Another was to run the club when i was old enough. That would be when i'm 18. I'm 17 now. My birhtday's in two months so school's out right now. This means i get to practice everyday since i don't have a lot of friends. I'm usually shy but when it comes to my dancing, i'm as outgoing as i can be.

But back too the matter at hand here. I'm trying to tell you how this whole problem started. I guess a flashback couldn't be useless

Flashback

"Bye mom! I'll see you guys when you get back. I want to practice a bit more." She laughed at me as she climbed into her Civic. I smiled at her and Phil before they turned out of the drive way. I went inside and down to the basement. With my mom's permission i had turned it into a dance studio. Turning up the volume on my stereo i began to dance. Midway through my fifth song i heard the phone ring upstairs. Climbing back up, i answered the phone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Is this Isabella Swan?" Asked a woman's voice on the other end.

"Yes, may i ask who's calling?"

"Ms. Swan, i'm with the police department. It seems your parents have been in a serious car accident. They're at the hospital right now, but they died instantly from impact. We would like to know if we could come by and get your statement."

"My statement? Why do you need my statement?" I'm surprised i said anything at all. It was the only thing i could concentrate on at the moment though. The news before had almost made me collapse to the floor.

"Yes, it seems the man who hit your parents had been trying to escape arrest. He didn't pay attention to them as he sped down the road." Tears started rolling down my face as i finally collapsed to the ground.

"W-what should i do?" I asked in a shaky voice.

"We'll be sending someone over to take your statement and to help with the funeral arrangements. Also to discuss the will your parents had left behind."

"Okay." I whispered. With that i hung up the phone. I just stared at the wall until i heard the doorbell ring after half an hour. I shakily stood on my legs and unlocked the door.

"Yes?"

"I'm here from the police department." I nodded and let him in. With that we started talking about my parent's deaths.

End Flashback

That was about a year ago. There isn't a day that goes by that i don't think about it though. They arrested the man and he's in jail for twenty years. I've been running the club illegally since i'm still underaged to be serving alcohol or to be even having the place opened without a guardian's consent. People had called days and weeks after the accident wondering if i needed anything. I told them no that i just wanted to be alone. I didn't talk to anyone about it. I think i turned into myself more than what i already was.

Dancing became my best friend and my savior. That and the club is what kept me living.