..to stay away from him.
He also told me he was British. I was ok with that. But to stay away from him entirely? I was so shocked that I just nodded. He smiled. Then, he took the car and drove away, leaving me in Venice or wherever in Africa we were.
"WAIT! Edward!" I tried to run after him. See, in my mind I could outrun cars. I stopped after about two miles. "That's my rental car." I called after him. Since I was so slow in running, he was probably in Forks. So, with no car and no money (I thought I didn't need money because I was in a foreign country with no one I knew; I didn't even pack clothes.) I just walked. I walked for three days. Then, I heard a siren. I thought I was saved!
"Isabella Swan?" They called. My eye twitched.
"That's me!" I ran to them.
"Stop right there! Put your hands where I can see them!" They called, pointing guns at me.
I stopped. I held up my hands. "What's this about?"
"You're under arrest for stealing a rental car."
Shit. I was going to hunt Edward down and pathetically ask him to take me back for this.
They sent me back to Forks. Since Charlie was a cop, he used his powers to let me go. This was justice, I was told. We drove home in, yep, silence.
"Dad. Edward left me and my life has lost meaning." I told him when I could no longer take the silence.
"Hm. As an unfit parent, I say we stalk him and unfairly blame him for the series of murders happening here, even though they happened when you guys were away!" He told me happily.
"Oh yay! I love ya Daddy!" I exclaimed.
"uhm.. Thanks. I love spending time with you! Oh wait no, that's a lie. You're boring, awkward, and you can never really do expressions." He mused.
"But you're supposed to love me!" I cried.
"I do. But as a friend... not as a daughter. I'm sorry." He told me, smiling sheepishly.