Bella's world takes a sudden frightening turn as suspicions become reality. Takes place just after New Moon as Bella struggles to decide between two conflicting worlds. Complete for now, sequel to come soon as well as Edward's POV of the story called 'The Fall'
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3. Chapter 3
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Almost as soon as I had snuggled up to Edward's chest, content to just exist in his arms, my nearly perfect moment was spoiled. Charlie was at the door not so subtly glaring at Edward while Esme stood beside him looking apologetic. She shrugged and mouthed 'sorry'. I guessed that Charlie had finished investigating the faux crime scene and that he intended to go home now.
"Bella, it's time to go now," he said, still cold towards Edward. He never really had gotten over the events of the past year which he very obviously blamed on Edward's influence.
I looked towards Edward questioningly - why hadn't he warned me that Charlie was coming? The relaxed and obviously affectionate position we were sitting in was far from the carefully distanced upright sitting and handholding that we'd established for Charlie's sake. Edward's eyes were wide and innocent, pretending to be shocked at my irritation.
I rolled my eyes as I got off the couch to trudge after Charlie.
"See you later Edward, Esme," I mumbled as I walked behind Charlie, much like a prisoner following a guard. I hoped Charlie took this in and would reassess his opinion of the situation.
I sat down in the passenger side of the cruiser silently and sullenly waved goodbye to Edward, who was looking irresistible standing on the porch to see me leave, the wind ruffling his silken bronze hair. It was like watching a scene in a romantic movie when the lovers part.
I sighed, partially because I wished that I could look like a scene from a movie, and partially because I knew the long ride home would be awkward. A quick glance towards Charlie confirmed my suspicions if the veins on his forehead were an indication of his mood. We were halfway home before he spoke to me.
"Why didn't you get me Bella?" he asked, sounding hurt and disappointed in the way only parents can master, "You should have woken me up. Especially if that worry is about a crime. I am the chief of police."
"Yes Dad," I said softly, "I'm sorry. I know that you've been busy with work lately and I didn't want to bother you."
This much was true. With hunting season beginning there were far more people in the woods than there had normally been. This was a busy time of year for Charlie normally but with the added problems of giant ‘bear’ sightings, missing campers, and a murderous vampire on the loose (Charlie didn’t know about this one), his schedule had been hectic.
Somehow that didn’t seem to stop him from monitoring my house arrest I thought glumly.
We pulled up to the house – finally – and Charlie still seemed to be disappointed and angry. I felt guilty about all the problems I had been causing him. He was getting old and my life had only been thrust upon him just over a year ago. He didn’t have years of training under his belt to equip him for the realities of an almost-adult daughter in his life, let alone a danger magnet like me. The shiny red motorcycle in the driveway was a painful reminder or the tensions in our relationship. I cringed when I saw it. Charlie still hadn’t decided what to do with it. He only knew one thing – I was not going to go anywhere near it. I had a feeling that Edward was appreciative of the motorcycle, or at least would be if not for the problem that it was mine.
I shuddered at the memories of my life’s most recent events. Similarly, the pain of losing Jacob, the look of his crumpled face when I turned away from him, was still fresh in my mind. Seeing the motorcycle – a physical remainder of the time we spent together – always brought back the feelings of regret that our relationship would never, could never be the same. Not as long as Edward was there, and Edward would always be there.
I got out of the cruiser and hurried to go upstairs to my room. Charlie had other plans.
“Bella, wait up,” He called after me, “I want to talk to you.”
I stopped in my tracks, cringing at what was to come next.
“Yeah Dad? What about?”
I turned towards him trying my best to look innocent. He motioned for me to join him in the kitchen. He sat down in his weathered old chair and looked at the ground uneasily. I knew that Charlie had issues with these things and did my best to be cooperative so it could be over faster.
“It’s about… Edward, Bella,” he started, awkwardly.
I sighed and got comfortable in my chair. This was not going to be quick. I briefly wondered if Edward was already in my room waiting for me, listening to everything we were saying.
“What about Edward dad?” I asked, hoping my voice sounded as innocent as I had intended.
“I… I don’t like what is going on around here. It seems like you are always running away from me to him and that’s just not right,” he said, seemingly struggling to get the words out.
“Dad, I’m not running away from you!” I cried out, exasperated, “He came for me this time because he was concerned. I didn’t run to him and I would never never run away from you!”
“Again?” he asked me, his voice quiet and flat. I could see regret flash across his face as soon as he’d said it.
I dropped my eyes to the floor, feeling ashamed. I had run away before. I hadn’t run away the way he thought I had, but I wasn’t able to give him a truthful explanation why I had.
“I don’t want you to see Edward anymore Bella. He’s not good for you,” Charlie said, a firm conviction in his voice.
I could feel my body stiffen and my face harden.
“I’m not leaving Edward,” I said icily, with strong conviction and I knew Charlie would see that I wasn’t going to budge. “I already told you, if Edward goes, I go with him. Package deal, not open to negotiations.”
With that I got up and went to my room. I hated to leave with the tension lingering in the air but he had to know that this situation was not going to change, not ever. I wished things had worked out differently, to back when Edward was more accepted and even welcomed by Charlie. I decided to call Alice and have her come over with Edward soon. Charlie was fond of Alice and if anyone could get him to relax his stance against Edward it would be her.
I got to my room and closed the door gently, taking care not to slam it. I didn’t want to exacerbate the situation any further than I already had. Edward was sitting on the bed with a grim look on his face, his eyes dark and I knew that he’d heard the entire conversation.
“I told you not to let me get between you and Charlie,” he said softly.
I nodded and sat next to him on the bed, leaning my head against his shoulder. He was stiff, tense, and that surprised me. I pulled back from him and looked at his face.
“No funny ideas okay?” I warned him, worrying he would debate about right and wrong again, “this is still just an extra sensitivity after my little trip and motorcycle incident.”
“I hope so.”
I studied Edward’s face, looking for clues that might let me in on what he was thinking, but as usual he was unreadable.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was 6:45 am. Bits of gray light had already started filtering through the window though it looked like it was going to be another gloomy day in Forks.
Edward stood up in one fluid motion and kissed me on top of my head.
“I’m going to go home now and get changed for school,” he said, the warmth returned to his face and voice, “do you want me to pick you up or do you prefer to drive today?”
I sighed – school. I’d forgotten that it was a Thursday morning. Still, I was happy that Edward seemed to be in a more pleasant mood. I contemplated his question for a few seconds.
“Umm, I think today… I think today I should drive myself,” I said thinking aloud, “I don’t want to push Charlie any further today.”
“Alright then, see you soon,” Edward said, and with a flash of my favorite crooked smile he was gone.
I got together my toiletries off the desk and headed off to the bathroom. I could hear Charlie walking around in the kitchen getting ready for work.
I looked in the mirror when I got to the bathroom and instantly wished that I hadn’t. Dark circles lined my eyes making my skin look even paler than normal and the usual warm flush I had to my cheeks was missing. I looked like death.
Sighing, I started the shower and got ready to go to school.