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Living On
My father looked as if he was going to have a stroke. I looked him over, his purple face, sweating forehead, and clenched fists.
That's not the father I remembered. The one that almost understood me (being able to relate to a similar situation) in my "dark" period. That's the life without Edward of course. Now, life was okay.
I hate this whole house arrest thing. But who cares? I have Edward now. As long as that's true, I could face anything, other than him leaving.
If anything, Charlie should be able to understand that I love Edward, and he loves me. I can't live without him, and he can't live without me.
My life before Edward was extremely boring, and without him now, its like I don't have a life at all. There really wasn't much worth living for before him, and without him its like there is nothing in this world at all.
All I was living for before was really Charlie and Renee.
I continued to walk forward towards the house, Edward beside me. I looked braver than I felt, the only reason I did, as probably because Edward was at my side.
I could face anything as long as that's true.
I stood right in front of Charlie's face now, aware that he could have a stroke any second now.
All I could say was, "Dad I think we need to talk… calmly. I don't want you to have heart attack… like Harry…" My heart was racing, I was truly scared now.
This was all clearly visible on my face, and Charlie relaxed a little, but just in the face, same rigid posture as before. I guess he didn't want me to worry. But that was impossible, I am sure Edward could hear that sound of his heart going crazy.
All of a sudden, a huge, cold, grin, spread across his face, as I moved past him, pulling Edward with me, to sit on the couch. I froze there.
He closed the door, the grin still there, one that I have not ever seen in my whole life. In that moment, I was sure of two things. That was not Charlie, and I was going to pretend it was, for now.