AN: So yay and update quicker than 3 months

Bella POV

I wake up feeling refreshed, and mostly healed. I am still careful though, no need to cause pain before I have to right? I stretch in my bed and roll off onto my feet. As I walk to the bathroom, Dad passes by.

"Good morning, Sweet pea." He says, kissing my head.

"Morning, Dad." I respond before yawning. I still wasn't fully awake yet.

He smiled at my yawning, but had a tight expression. "I would like you to come to my study after you have gotten ready and have eaten a proper breakfast."

"You would like? Does that mean it is an offer that I can decline?" I say hopefully.

He gives me the "Dad" look that I have come to know so well. "Very well, I will rephrase. You are to come to my study after eating at once to answer for your little road trip. Am I clear, Isabella?"

Wow. Okay, so keep jokes to a minimal this morning. "Yes, Sir." I say seriously. I thought about saluting him, but realized it was better not to push it.

I got dressed while Mom made me a five star meal. She didn't treat me like I was in trouble, which I appreciated. I guess she thought if Dad was dealing with it, she could be the one that coddled me.

As I eat, we talk about various things. I can tell she is trying to get me to not think about what will happen soon so that I will eat enough and not get too anxious. It works a little bit; I eat every bite of my breakfast. At least I will be well fueled for Dad's "talk" with me. After my plate is clear and washed, I am still sitting at the counter. Mom gives me a hug, signaling that it is

time to go face the music.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me more about the building you are restoring?" I ask, looking at her with pleading eyes.

She answers me with the "Mom" look and points to the stairs. I frown and slowly stand up, turning toward the stairs. I got the look from both parents today and it is not even noon yet.

I walk into Dad's study, ready to be compliant. I know I was wrong, and I am going to take this well. I hope so anyway.

He is already on the couch, dang, and motions me to come. I am about to sit next to him when suddenly I am eye-to-eye with the ground. What the heck?

"Isabella, we both know why you are here, so I feel no need to go over it again for you. However, I want you to repeat it to me."

What happened to the talking for ten years? I was counting on that time. I'm not ready! I have to be ready. Okay, think of it as a plus. The sooner we start, the sooner it ends. I take a deep breath.

"Well, Alice held me hostage for five years…" I began, but was quickly quieted with a smack. OW! What the heck?

"Let's not start your explanation off with accusing your sister; I have already talked to her about respecting your limits. It is over, we are focusing on you." He tells me in a firm voice.

I start again without the exaggeration or accusation. "I was at the mall "shopping" with Alice," I say with sarcasm on the word shopping, "when I decided to take a bus home. I knew full well that I was not supposed to have been alone, but I went anyway. I then got lost and was stuck somewhere unfamiliar, where I could have easily gotten into a worse situation. After you picked me up I ran from you. I am sorry for all of this." I say apologetically.

"Almost, Bella, This punishment does not include the running from me, I have already dealt with that, but I am glad to hear you are sorry for all of this." Dad says. "I expect you to apologize to your sister for ditching her and accept her apology when she apologizes for not listening to your needs."

"APOLOGIZE?!" SMACK

"Do not yell. Yes, you will both apologize and I want no fuss over it. End of story. Now let's begin."

I am angry, but don't respond, knowing I will just make it worse for myself. The first smack makes me gasp but then I hold still and silent for about a minute, trying desperately to think only about how much better I will feel when it is over. Dad is very good at keeping me in the present, though. Smack after smack comes down, testing my will power. It is harder than last night, but less overwhelming. He is making sure I get through all of what he plans to give me. The longer this goes on, the hotter the fire grows. I start to squirm and cry. When it intensified again, I cry out loud.

"Are you ever going to ditch one of your siblings again?" Dad asked, not pausing.

"Yes…I mean No..I ..I'm sorry!" I am scrambling to make it through this. Ow ow ow.

"Are you going to apologize to your sister?"

"Y-yes! Of course! Please!" I cried. It had to end soon right?

The assault on my behind continued for what seemed like forever. Finally, I was given the last ten hard smacks. I immediately relaxed and continued sobbing. "Done. I'm done. Over. I'm done." Is all I can think.

Dad rubs my back like always. I calm down eventually, quicker when dad pulls me up and into a hug, rocking me gently.

"I'm sorry, Dad." I mumble into his shirt.

"I know, darling, but there is someone else who still needs to hear that."

I nod, actually feeling sorry about what I did to Alice. After a few more minutes of comfort, I head to my room to freshen up. After brushing my hair and changing into baggy pants, I head downstairs again. I walk past Alice's room and notice her just jumping through her window. It is embarrassing, knowing that she saw my punishment and when it ended. I try to forget that as I knock on the open door. She looks at me and motions me to come in. we stand across from each other, looking into the other's eyes.

It's now or never…

AN: Okay so do you ever just want to go back in time and slap yourself? That is me right now. I think I must have switched off my brain. I stayed up until one in the morning the night before my A.C.T. test and got like 4 hours of sleep because I forgot. Who forgets that? Then I go on a walk and get lost for like 15 minutes and realize that I don't have my cell phone. Then, yes there is more, I decide it's a great idea to ride a sled down the stairs. It wasn't. I hurt my foot that already has a broken toe (don't ask). So I guess you can say I am really glad Carlisle is fictional right now. To add to that, I am visiting old friends this weekend, and every time we are together something happens. Last time I almost passed out in a pool because they dared me to swim at 3am in December. Don't swim in freezing pools, trust me, It hurts. Wish me luck guys… –CullenGirl9397