Chapter 2
Three knocks rapped at the front door.
It was very silent but it was enough to send my head into a tailspin.
"Should I go down there?" I asked Edward uncertainly. "I don't want to go down there, maybe you should go." I backtracked, biting my fingers.
"Yeah, that's a good idea, you should go." I decided, patting Edward on his perfectly sculpted man chest and I can honestly say that I patted it a few more times to make sure he was paying attention to me and not to feel how incredible his muscles were.
His chuckle broke me through my nervous breakdown as the knocks continued to disturb my peace.
"No need. Charlie just woke up."
"Should I stop him?" I said, panicking.
I heard his bedroom door creak open and his heavy steps padded down the stairs sluggishly.
"I should stop him, shouldn't I? I mean, she's probably just insane. This could be nothing." This woman was about to change everything and if I find out that she disturbed my sex dream for nothing, I'm gonna kick her ass, Ninja Turtle style.
"Calm down, love." He comforted as he pulled me into his lap. He pulled my fingers away from my teeth that I didn't even realize I restarted nibbling on it.
I'm gonna have a sibling.
Who is 18 years friggin younger than me.
I can't be a big sister, not now.
Charlie can't have another kid, he's too old or busy.
Or something.
It just can't happen.
"Oh God, I'm gonna be a sister." I'm also gonna throw up but I don't think I need to tell him that yet.
"It's still yet to be proven, calm down." He repeated, hugging me tighter.
"I'm going insane." I said, standing up to pace. My legs were starting to get jittery and if I don't walk it off, I'm gonna end up kicking Edward.
"I'm gonna end up crazy."
Okay, so maybe having a kid sibling isn't such a bad thing.
I mean, I did always want to have a sibling.
An older one but who cares, right?
I'm also 18, going off to College, about to start the rest of my life. Or my un-life in Bloodsuckers University.
Who knows, I might get my degree in Psychology in four years. Or Vegetarianism…?
Anyway, the point is I have approximately less than a year to get to know my sibling.
And help Charlie adjust.
And help Charlie, period
"Edward," I said, calling his attention. "Would you still love me if I'm crazy?" I asked sincerely, reaching out my hands to his as I heard raised voices and a cry coming from below.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, love." He smiled beautifully, pulling me into his embrace as he stood up.
"Did you just call me crazy?" I mumbled in his shirt.
The resounding chuckle warmed me and kept me company against my racing thoughts.
"Of course not, love."
"Good." I said, tightening my hands around him as the voices grew louder.
I sighed loudly in resignation. "I have to get down there now, shouldn't I?" I asked.
"Yes," He replied swiftly. "Are you eavesdropping?" I questioned, trying to stall.
"Yes." He answered back, untangling himself from my clingy, clingy arms. I probably looked like a monkey with the way my arms stretched out with his retreating body.
"Are you gonna tell me what's going on?" I asked hopefully.
Edward fell back on my bed and crossed his arms behind his back before shutting his eyes and not answering.
"Fine, then." I huffed, tugging up my tank strap as if readying for battle. A smile creeped its way to Edward's face as he heard me.
"Just so you know," I started, heading to the door of my bedroom. "If this ends badly, I'm blaming you."
I walked swiftly down the stairs, hoping that I looked as calm and annoyed as I appeared.
I'm pretty sure I only pinned one down and I'm also certain it wasn't calm.
"Dad?" I called out as I stepped off the last step just in time to see the woman's tail lights swing around. "What's going on?"
My father appeared to be frozen on the porch step, looking very much like he's about to have an aneurysm. Please dear Lord, no. I was fired from my first stint at babysitting. If Charlie collapses, I'm gonna run and hide.
"Dad?" I said carefully.
Oh dear.
The Chief of Police turned to look at me with a kid in his arms.
I don't think a paternity test is necessary anymore because the baby my dad is holding looked like me back in 1987.
With wide eyes, I asked my dad the one thing that I've been dying to ask this whole time.
"Dad, what did you do?
