A/N: There will be some twists and turns in this story so please just stay with me. i have already written to chapter 7 and i hope most of you will be happy by chapter 8 or 9. Reviews are appreciated. and thank you to all those who already have (:

Chapter 4

As we drove up to the house, there seemed to be a different feel around it. The air seemed different, the house looked different; it just didn't feel right. As we pulled into the driveway, I waited for Edward to stop the car before I spoke.

"Thanks. You can go now or if you want to wait for a ride or anything or you can just take my truck if you'd like."

I felt it was necessary if he wasn't there. If something happened, not that it would, I would feel better if he was there but I wanted to deal with this on my own. He turned to me and said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to wait, or I can come inside with you."

"Please no Edward. I need to do this myself. This has nothing to do with you but I thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me so far."

"It has nothing to do with me? Bella, you're everything to me so it means a lot more to me than you might imagine."
I just sat there for a minute, staring at him. It hit me just than, that this boy loved me. He may have never said it to me in those three words but he seemed to show it to me in all different ways. I knew one day we would confess our love to each other but right now, my wall was built too high around my heart. I smiled at his, leaned forward and kissed him. It was the first time I had kissed him since he came to the truck and found me. It wasn't a long kiss, just a sweet and simple one, possibly a last.

I pulled away, too soon for him it seemed, and stroked the side of his face.

"I'll call you later, no worries okay? I can't have you so worked up over me."

"I'd much rather worry about you than not care at all." He said sincerely.

"Well, just don't sit out here all night. And I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

"Okay, I won't. Bye my love."

"Bye Edward."

I once more leaned forward, placed a sweet kiss on his lips and quickly got out of the car. I left my bag in the car, just in case, and I slowly walked up to the door. I knocked on the door three times; Charlie always thought people who knocked more were impatient.

"Coming." I heard on the other side of the door. My palms started to sweat and I started to jiggle my leg. I was so nervous; as nervous as a Broadway star playing their first show.

I heard the locks click as he unlocked them and than the door swung open. And there stood Charlie; dressed still in his work clothes and with a piece of pizza in his hand.

"Hey dad."

I didn't know what else to say. Here I was, standing in front of the man that told me to leave my own house than slapped me, my own father, and I was at a loss for words.

"Bella!"

He dropped his pizza on the floor and lunged towards me, giving me a huge bear hug.

"I was so worried about you this morning when I woke up and you weren't there! Where did you go? You should have told me!"

Did he not remember what happened? I stood there completely lost, having no idea what to say next.

"Come in, and hurry, its cold out there."

I quickly rushed in, turning around for a brief second to see Edward starting the truck back up, and walked inside.

I was so lost. What the hell was going on? There was no way he didn't remember what had happened! I mean sure, he was forgetful and even more forgetful when he drank but completely forgetting? I was at a loss for words.

"Do you not remember what happened last night, Charlie?"

"Sure I do. You ran out of the house, all upset looking, and never came back. I was so confused as to where you had gone? Oh my gosh! How did you get that bruise on your face? It looks like a hand print! Did that boy that I hate give this to you? Oh, when I get my hands on him…"

He was ranting on and on and on about every little thing.

"No! Stop, he didn't give this to me. He would never hurt me. I just…I got into a fight with another girl and she slapped me. It was nothing. I won if that makes you feel any better?"

I told you I was good at lying; never seemed to fail me.

"Well, as long as you won! Oh! And Megan's coming over. She's so excited to see you! She just loves hanging out with you."

Yeah, until you get drunk and than she tells you to yell at me more and more, I thought.

This is the Charlie that I remembered the best. The one who loved his 'little girl', the one who would always cares about me. The drunken Charlie was a whole other person. This was the Charlie I had grown up loving and trusting.

"Why don't you go upstairs and freshen up before Megan comes over. You look like you slept in the back of a car."

I let out a nervous laugh and headed upstairs.