I walked toward the door, straightening myself and squaring my shoulders. Luckily, I had asked Edward to leave and he had listened to me, reluctantly. I cringed at the thought of what would have happened if Edward had followed me to my house.
Upon entering the house, I saw that Charlie was pacing the living room looking enraged. With enraged being the understatement of the year. "Char-Dad...are you ok?" I asked as I tried to mask the fear I felt but failing significantly. Charlie turned to glare at me with dark, cold eyes. I never knew that my dad could be so intimidating. I knew I liked him better when he was not feeling so mad at me.
"Isabella Marie Swan," I flinched at both the coldness of Charlie's voice at the fact that he used my full name, "do you know how worried and angry I was when I saw that motorcycle?" Charlie all but shouted at me. I opened my mouth to protest but he held up his hand to stop me.
"Isabella...Bella you know that riding a motorcycle is dangerous right? You know that! Bella you are not a small child now! You are old and mature enough to take care of yourself! Bella... tell me truthfully, were you doing this because you wanted to die or something? Were you suicidal because he left Bells?"
I was really shocked at where this conversation had gone. My father was accusing of being suicidal? That was ridiculous but I guess I could not blame him. After all, I was acting like a person who did not care about anything when Edward had left me.
My chest started hurting as it always did whenever I thought about Edward gone. I did not even realise that I was crying until Charlie came up to me and wiped my tears gingerly. His eyes had softened and he gazed at me as if he knew what was wrong which he probably did.
He gave me a look and said," Bells why don't you go up to your room and we will talk about this later ok?" I nodded stiffly and made my way up to my room where I knew I would be comforted by Edward.