Hi *waves*. I would like to apologize for the massive delay. I am so sorry, guys. Well, I was working on the plot, and a lot of interesting things are about to come. Interesting to me, that is, we'll see if you like them or hate them.

Your reviews blew me away. Thank you for loving Daddy. Some of you are confused about Edward's relationship with Bella. He is her stepfather for the time being.

I have a little confession to make. Daddy wasn't ready to come out for one to three weeks more, but that woman, Mary Alice Brandon Cullen, bugged me to death and he had to come out. Gosh! Here you go, woman, I give up! He is afraid of all of you because he says you might throw stones and eggs at him for hiding for this long. I assured him you won't. Forgive him this time? Pretty please?

Okay, I'll shut the fuck up and let you read it.

Chapter – 3

The Beginning of the End

"So, this was what happened." Catherine Lincoln, Bella's teacher finished speaking.

Rosalie flipped her golden, corn – like locks behind her shoulder. If Catherine weren't so distracted by the events going on right now, she would surely have admired them. She'd always wanted golden locks, but her red hair looked ridiculous in blonde highlights. Gosh, she was sick of her shoulder length reddish mane. They never grew.

Rosalie shook her head and laughed lightly. Her laugh would have been enchanting, if it weren't so mocking.

"Miss Catherine, do you even realize how crazy you sound? My child drew a picture, and you start getting blank calls from ghosts?"

"The incidents that happened with me are very real." Catherine hissed, "And anyway, my experiences here do not matter here. My sole concern is Bella. Why has she started seeing her father? Why does she think that he exists? Not only that, he dresses her, helps her with her lessons, and – "

"So you do believe in ghosts then. Tsk, Tsk Miss Lincoln, I expected better from you." Rosalie interrupted.

"Maybe your parenting skills are lacking here, Ms Hale. Maybe you do not take care of her well enough and that's why she needs someone to take care of her. Some psychological phenomena maybe involved here. You never know." She griped.

"Mind your tongue, Catherine Lincoln. Don't you know that a child fancies imaginary characters? And that girl has lost her father. She may have fancied him. Why the heck are you questioning my parenting skills? I will not tolerate it." Rosalie lashed out, clenching her fist tightly. She looked tensed, ready to cross the table in between them and jump of the poor teacher.

Damn, this woman is psychotic. No wonder Bella's situation is like this. Cathy thought.

"Look," she said peaceably, "I don't want any catfights. Let's solve this matter maturely, like adults. Maybe we should consult a child psychologist for –"

Abruptly Rosalie stood up, pushing her chair back. Its sound echoed throughout the empty classroom. "I don't want any psychologists for Isabella. My child is not mad, neither my parenting skills are bad. No one has ever said that to me. Alice's playschool teacher says the opposite. And, as for Bella's situation, I will make sure this won't happen again." Her face was cold when she was saying all this, but the last part was uttered with such hostility that Cathy was shocked. She knew telling Rosalie was a big mistake on her part, and now she was worried about Bella's safety.

When Rosalie reached the door, she turned around and said with a sneer, "You are not so mature yourself. Getting blank calls from ghosts? Consult a psychologist and go to the asylum." She slammed the door shut.

Wow. Rub it on my face, why don't ya?

~Daddy~

Rosalie drove the car with rage. Bella had so embarrassed her, and now she would surely pay for it. Even though she was sure that the mouse named Catherine wouldn't open her mouth, but still, she had a reputation. If this incident – Bella's insanity – would spread, her reputation would be sabotaged. Her parenting skills would be questioned. Her name would be spoiled. This would put an end to her buttery smooth life.

She lived happily with her boyfriend Emmett, and her baby Alice. People admired her, men swooned at the sight of her, her salary was thick, and Emmett's carrier as a football player was developing by leaps and bounds. Of course, there was one minor trouble in the past…..but she had effectively gotten rid of it, without a speck of speculation from others. Now, this Bella, who had always remained in shadows, was giving her trouble, and she needed to stop it immediately. Why, that rat had directly attacked her reputation, the thing that was most precious to her.

Damn, she should have accepted Esme's offer of taking care of Bella. Esme was Edward, her dead husband's mother. Edward had cautioned Esme that Rosalie didn't like Bella that much, and when he died, Esme came with the offer.

That offer enraged her, because Esme's exact words were, "I am not sure you are capable of handling kids at this age." She hated it when people said that. Edward had said it to her, and after that Esme, and now this teacher…

So, she had yelled at Esme and warned her not to set a foot on her threshold ever again. Of course, that woman still met her grandkids once in a few months, but outside her home, in a mall or amusement park. Both the families lived in Forks, but far away from each other.

The car screeched to a stop in front of her house, leaving a huge swirl of dust behind it. She got out and slammed the door shut. Her eyes were narrowed in slits. She marched towards the house, determined to handle the situation.

"Bella!" she screeched as soon as she entered her house. "Isabella Cullen! Get your ass over here!" She was thankful that Emmett had taken Alice out of the house, to some park.

No reply came. Rosalie growled, furious, and half ran up the flight of stairs, towards Bella's room.

The door was shut. She kicked it open as soon as she reached her room. There, on the small bed, Bella was cowering at the edge of her bed, grasping a dusty teddy tightly. Her eyes were wide and terrified.

Rosalie took no time in lunging at her. She grabbed her forearm and pulled at it harshly.

"Ow! No, daddy – "

"Shut UP! There is no daddy, you getting me? You will stop embarrassing me in front of your teachers, little brat!"

"Momma, you're hurting me, OW!" she howled in pain as Rosalie squeezed it harder.

"Momma, stop it. Daddy won't be pleased." She said tearfully.

"HE IS DEAD! Your daddy is dead! He is not coming back, you filthy rat!"

"HE IS NOT!"

"You won't obey me, will you?" she sneered, releasing Bella. "So be it, then. You will remain locked in this room and you won't be getting any dinner. Yes, you will remain hungry the whole night, while Emmett, I and Alice would enjoy spaghetti. Get away!"

She pushed Bella and stomped out, shutting the door behind her. Bella picked herself from the floor and began knocking it with her little fists.

"No, momma!" she sobbed, "Open the door! I am hungry! Momma!"

The door was unmovable.

Bella dropped herself on the floor, covered her face and started sobbing, too startled to really cry.

A cold, ghostly hand grasped her shoulder. She looked up. Her eyes were tearful. Snot was running down her nose.

Green eyes met the large, brown ones. Her tiny arms swiftly wrapped around Edward's neck and she started sobbing.

"Da – daddy…" she hiccupped, "…I am hu – hungry."

Edward tenderly rubbed her back and kissed her hair.

"I'm so sorry, child, so sorry." He whispered.

Bella relaxed as soon as she heard him speak.

"You want spaghetti? I will get you some, along with ice cream. Would that be okay, sweetheart?"

Bella nodded against his shoulder, "Mango juice, too"

Edward chuckled, "Alright, ma'am, juice too."

He grasped her shoulders and looked at her tear strained face. She was biting her thumb. He smiled and released her thumb from her mouth. After wiping her tears with his thumb, he blew over her face, making her giggle. This always worked.

He took her soft hands in his and saw the distinct impression of nails on her forearm. The scar was going red. He bit back a snarl and clenched his fist. The rage that he had been holding on almost broke through his carefully controlled expression. He couldn't wait to kill Rosalie fucking Hale. This time, no one would save her.

~Daddy~

Rosalie slept with a smile on her face. The evening was almost dreamy. Emmett had come back along with Alice and they had enjoyed a picnic in the backyard.

She turned over anxiously, as a nagging sensation ran under her belly. She wanted to marry Emmett, and he hadn't proposed yet. Did he not love her? Why hadn't he asked her by now? Was he worried that she would kill him too? She snorted at that.

Well, she didn't like to wait. She would propose him for marriage if he wouldn't. He would have to say yes. He claimed that he loved her, now he would have to prove it. They would marry and move to Seattle with Alice. She would give that dirt bag Bella to Esme, under the excuse that Bella didn't want to leave her school in Forks. Esme would never say no. She didn't get rid of Bella earlier because, well, that would have raised suspicions. Carlisle and Esme were aware of the fact that she disliked Bella, so if she would have readily accepted Esme's offer, without so much a flinch, then the couple would have speculated on her. (She had ego issues too).

They would live happily ever after.

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She felt cold. Her quilt wasn't on her body.

"Godammit." She moaned and snatched it from beside her. When she was properly wrapped, she dozed off again.

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Something cold wrapped itself around her left foot and pulled at it, harshly.

"GODAMMIT!" she shrieked, and the…the cold thing kept on dragging her until her ass hit the floor with a loud thud.

"FU – FUCK! Help me!" her voice cracked. Her foot was released.

"Oh, Gosh! Oh my Gosh!" she chanted, her voice hoarse. She picked herself from the floor and stumbled towards her bed.

"What was it?" she whimpered, "I need to call Emmett!"

She reached out to search for her phone across the pillows. She found it and picked it up. Her hands felt clammy.

She flicked the light switch on and opened the pattern lock. After swiftly searching for Emmett in the call log, she pressed the green telephone symbol.

Suddenly, the sheet on which she slept was around her shoulders, strangling her.

"Oh Lord! HELP ME!" the sheet tightened, and her vision blurred. "Who…is it?" She choked out.

The sheet released her, and she fell on the floor, coughing and crying. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed that her phone's screen was cracked. But it didn't register in her mind. She was much too startled.

And then…and then she noticed that her room's white wall wasn't white anymore.

A message was written in red…loud and clear.

DESTRUCTION AWAITS YOU.

~Daddy~

The next chapters will be focussing on why Rosalie hates Bella, how Alice came along and much more! Stay tuned and leave me a review