what does Charlie think when Jacob brings Bella back from La Push with a broken hand, saying that he kissed her? *warning Eclipse spoilers*
I'm sorry if you don't like the lack of originality here when reading the dialogue, but I wanted to keep it as close to real as I could by the Eclipse standards, so I changed nothing except the POV.
1. Charlie's World
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I glanced up. Light was shining through the front window, there was a car parked outside in the driveway. Bella was home.
But why was she back so early? She usually had a good time at Jacob’s house.
I heard one of the doors on Jacob’s car open and then slam shut.
Uh-oh, I thought, sounds like Bella’s mad.
The front door opened, and Bella walked in, followed by Jacob.
“Hey, kids,” I said, sitting forward on the couch, “Nice to see you here Jake.” I still didn’t understand why Bella was still going out with that...that...Edward. After what he did to her last year…
“Hey, Charlie,” Jacob answered as Bella stalked off into the kitchen. What was with her today anyways?
“What’s wrong with her?” I asked Jacob.
“She thinks she broke her hand,” Jacob told me, somewhat amused.
“How did she do that?” I asked, trying very hard not to laugh and to sound more concerned about my daughter.
Jacob laughed. “She hit me.”
I started laughing along with him. “Why did she hit you?”
“Because I kissed her,” Jacob replied casually.
“Good for you, kid,” I said. It was about time Bella realized that Edward wasn’t good for her. She needed someone more dependable, like Jacob.
In the kitchen, I could hear Bella on the phone. It sounded like she was talking to her boyfriend, it also sounded like he was coming over. It was probably time for Jacob to leave.
“Maybe you ought to take off, Jacob,” I said, hoping he would take the hint and leave.
“I think I’ll hang out here if you don’t mind,” Jacob replied.
“Your funeral,” I muttered. The kid had guts.
Outside I heard the sound of brakes squealing as a car skidded to a stop in front of the driveway.
Bella strode back into the living room, on her way to answer the door.
“How’s your hand?” I asked her, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Bella held up her hand, removing her ice pack, to show me her injury.
“It’s swelling,” she replied, obviously unhappy with my response towards Jacob kissing her.
“Maybe next time you should pick on people your own size,” I replied. Bella can’t blame this on me or Jacob. Jacob may have kissed her but she was the one who decided to punch him, setting aside the fact that he was almost twice as large as her.
“Maybe,” she agreed as she went to open the front door. I strained to hear what Edward and Bella were saying, but, since they were so quiet, it was impossible to hear them over the noise of the game. I muted the television.
“Jacob,” Edward called.
And so it begins, I thought as I got up off the couch.
“Now, now,” I cautioned, hoping to prevent any trouble. I followed Jacob into the hall where Bella and Edward stood near the still-open door.
“I don’t want any fighting, do you understand?” I knew I shouldn’t have been so worried about Jacob, he was a big guy after all, but there was something about Edward that seemed, well, dangerous. “I can go put on my badge if that makes my request more official.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Edward replied, still glaring at Jacob.
“Why don’t you arrest me, Dad?” Bella suggested, “I’m the one throwing punches.”
I almost laughed at that. “Do you want to press charges, Jake?”
“No.” Jake said, grinning. “I’ll take the trade any day.”
I glanced over towards Bella’s boyfriend, who was grimacing at Jake’s remark. Is Jacob trying to start a fight? I wondered.
“Dad, don’t you have a baseball bat somewhere your room? I want to borrow it for a minute.” Bella said, glaring at Jacob.
“Enough, Bella,” I said.
“Let’s go have Carlisle look at your hand before you wind up in a jail cell,” Edward said as he started pulling Bella out the door. At least someone here isn’t trying to start a fight, I thought, though does it have to be him?
Once Bella and Edward were out the door, Jacob started to follow them.
Why won’t Jake give it a rest? Does he want to start a fight? I wondered.
“What are you doing?” I asked, “Are you crazy?”
“Give me a minute, Charlie” Jacob replied smoothly, “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.”
With that, Jacob walked out the door, closing it in my face.
Fine, if Jacob wants to pursue the matter, I won’t stop him, I thought. I sat back down on the couch and turned the sound on the television back on. It looked like it was going to be a long night.