The Secrets We Keep
What if Charlie found out about the Cullens? From Charlie's point of view.
So I kinda just wrote chapter 1 and made a quick outline for the rest of the story. In this story, assume that Jacob did not run away, but became more vigilant in his attempts to stop the wedding, and that is where the story begins. This is only my second story, and my first that will have chapters. Please let me know what you think!! PLEASE! The rating is a precaution. Don't think I'll need it. Happy reading!
3. Chapter 3
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No, I thought. No, no, no. This is not happening right now. No way. Wake up, wake up, wake up. Of course I didn’t wake up. I knew it wasn’t a dream. I walked along the dirt path, not knowing what to think. I didn’t know where I was going, and I didn’t care. I just needed to get away from here, away from them.
As I walked I mustered up the courage to think about what I’d just learned. Edward. The Cullens. Vampires. How could I not see it before? Were there signs I missed? Of course. But why would I expect my daughter’s boyfriend to be a mythical creature? What do they want with Bella? It seems that she and Edward love each other. Is he capable of love, if he is dead? Won’t he kill her? I stopped dead in my tracks. I almost turned back, fearing the safety of my daughter. If he wanted to kill her, he’d have done it by now, I thought. I started walking again. I hadn’t gotten far, maybe a hundred yards, when I heard someone approaching. I stopped and turned and saw Edward right behind me.
“What do you want? Haven’t you said enough for one evening?” I was yelling. There was no use in hiding my distaste for him now, if he could read my thoughts anyway.
“Apparently.” He grimaced. “Charlie, I want you to know that I love Bella. I love her more than you can imagine. Never in my life have I felt this way. I can’t live without her.”
“But you aren’t living.”
“You know what I mean,” he snarled.
“What are you going to do when she grows up? I assume you won’t age, am I right?”
“Come back to the house,” he sighed. “Please, Charlie. Bella wants to speak with you.”
Without another word to him, I turned back towards the house. Bella was outside, waiting for me. Edward nodded to her, and went inside, closing the front door. I was glad for the privacy, though I would never thank him for it.
“Dad, I’m so sorry.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“How long? How long have you known about this?”
“I figured it out not too long after he started speaking to me. He didn’t think I would notice that he was different. By the time I knew, I was already in love with him.”
“Love. You’re too young to know what love is, Bella.”
“No, dad, I’m not. And to Edward’s credit, he tried to keep me away. But he couldn’t. He loves me just as much as I love him.”
“I only have your welfare in mind. I know you love him.” I sighed. “What are you going to do, when you age and he doesn’t? That won’t be easy, Bella. There will be questions.”
“Don’t worry about that.”
I was frustrated by her attempt to brush off my question. “What do you mean?”
She spoke quietly. “It won’t be a problem much longer.”
“How, Bella? Tell me. No more secrets, dammit.” My frustration must have gotten to her, because she looked up at me angrily.
“I’ve asked Edward to make me one of them. He doesn’t want to. He thinks I should have a normal life. You know what? I don’t want normal. I want him.”
As I processed what she was saying, I could feel the anger spread through me. I looked at my hands and noticed I was shaking violently. I would not stand idle while my daughter turned into a damn vampire.
“No. You don’t know what you want. You’re just a child.”
“I’m a legal adult, Charlie! I’m not a little girl anymore!”
“Fine. Do what you want..” I walked away from her, into the Cullen’s house. I looked around the room. “Can someone give me a ride home? I need to think about all of this.” Alice jumped out of her chair and grabbed her keys.
“I’ll take you, Charlie.”
“Thank you, Alice.” I was grateful it hadn’t been Edward. I walked out the door, keeping my eyes on the ground. I didn’t look at Bella or Edward again. I didn’t think I could handle it.
When I got home, I sat on the couch and put my head in my hands. I didn’t know what to do. What could I do? I don’t know how long I sat there before Bella came home. She sat on the couch next to me, and I heard her crying. I looked up to see her staring at the wall, trying not to look at me.
“I’m so sorry, dad.”
“I’m sorry I hurt you, though.” I knew she was not lying, but it didn’t change anything. She was going to give her life to him, and there was nothing I could do about it. I did not want to say goodbye to my daughter.
“Do you even care about the people you’re leaving behind? Your mother? Me?” The last one came out in a strangled whisper. She broke down at that. She was sobbing, gasping for breath. I knew that she wanted this more than anything. But I also knew, with that, that I had come upon the only thing that stood in her way. Those she would be leaving behind.
I could not lie to myself. I hated Edward. Hated him more than I thought I could. But I could not deny that he loved my Bella, and that she loved him more than I could ever comprehend. I knew that she would have a hard time leaving me behind. I knew she worried about me. Unfortunately, my conscience knew that it would be selfish to stop her. If this was the happiness she wanted, then I would not stand in her way.
I took a deep breath and studied her face, trying to find the courage for what I was about to do. Find the courage to set her free.
“Bella, you’re really going to do this, aren’t you?” I feigned disbelief. She sniffed and nodded, not looking at me.
“I hope you can understand how I feel about it. I won’t say goodbye to you.” I looked away from her. “If this is the path you choose, so be it. I am going to walk out that door. When I come back, I don’t want you here. I don’t want to see you again. You’re no daughter of mine, Isabella. You're as dead to me as they are.”
I dared a look at her face, and turned away quickly. I could not stand to look at her shocked and hurt expression. She would forget me eventually. She would go on to her new life, and she would be happy. This was the sacrifice I had to make.
I stood up and strode towards the door. Maybe someday she would understand. As I closed the door, I heard the most heartbreaking sound I’ve ever heard in my life: the sound of a quiet, broken cry.