11. The Big News
'Life as I know it is about to change' I said to myself as we drove away from the serenity of the meadow and off to meet death. Charlie was not going to take it well, that much I was sure about. I didn't want to see him hurt, or watch him have a heart attack like Harry, but, I just had to do this. I had to tell Charlie I was . . . getting married. At eighteen. As much as I hated to admit it, I was excited, and happy that I let Alice have free reign. I knew I was going to enjoy my wedding and thank her for it sooner later. It would be wonderful.
Sweat slid down my face as we turned onto my street. I gulped and closed my eyes, just getting ready for the rant and hurt and anger and disapproval. Ever since Edward left me, Charlie had never even thought of giving him a second chance. I saw why, but that doesn't mean anything. I still loved Edward and knew I would forever. He stopped and parked his shiny Volvo on the street and took my face in his strong, iron, cold hands. He gazed deeply in my eyes, as if searching them for the answer to the question I knew was running through his head, as he had said it many times before. 'Is this beautiful angel really going to face this just to marry a monster like me?'
I personally didn't see what was so great about me. I wasn't beautiful like Rosalie, and I was a stupid, clumsy human. What could he possibly see in me? I sighed, absolutely content in his hands, wishing the future would never happen and time would forever stand still. He let go of my face and was at my door before I even knew that he had left. He held his hand out for me and I hesitated, not wanting to do this. Just wanting to hop in the driver's seat and drive off. But I couldn't hurt Edward more by doing that. I really wished I didn't have to face Charlie with this news, but at least I had Edward to face it with me. He wouldn't let anything bad happen.
I held his hand as we walked up to the door and opened it. Charlie was at the kitchen table, eating the fish fry I had left for him. I walked over and sat down across from him. He glanced up at Edward's composed face and then at my not so composed- anxious face. He put his silverware down and worry touched his eyes. Edward placed his hand on my shoulder and I placed mine over his.
"Dad . . . we have to talk to you about something." I paused, watching his reaction to my first statement. He could tell something was wrong, but tried to hide it. He stayed quiet as I continued. "Me and Edward have thought a lot about this and we know what we are doing. And before you even think it, just know that I am not pregnant." He looked surprised and couldn't conceal his scared look. "Edward and I are . . . planning to be wed on the thirteenth of August."