A/N: Thanks for the reviews, you guys. I (still) heart you lots. And, uh, if you get uncomfortable with Edward being a bit pushy and jerk-ish, I suggest you LEAVE RIGHT NOW. This chapter is when things are going to start getting good. I've had lots of options for this chapter's song of inspiration, so I picked one of the options at random, which is...*drumroll*..."Love Is Wicked" by Brick & Lace.

Lyrics of inspiration:

Tears on my pillow 'cause your love is wicked

Cry me a river 'cause your love is wicked

Love Is Wicked

v.2

Hiding a secret from your parents is difficult.

Hiding the secret that you're dating someone from you parents is really difficult.

I had been trying to avoid talking to Charlie about boys for two weeks. I was denying everything he'd ask me about boys just so I could keep my relationship with Edward secret.

It was easy to avoid this with my mother, Renee, because we sent each other emails about twice a week, but it was difficult with Charlie, because we actually lived in the same house.

Hiding the fact that I was dating Edward was killing me; Edward called a lot, Charlie seemed suspicious, and I almost slipped up twice. So after two weeks of dating Edward, I finally decided to tell Charlie.

That rainy Wednesday evening, I had made beef stroganoff. To be honest, I didn't even like the dish, but Charlie did, so it would butter him up for when I'd tell him the news.

When we finished eating, I cleared my throat. "Dad," I said, trying to approach my news easily, "I'm going out tonight."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? With who?" It sounded like he didn't even believe me. What the hell?

"Edward Cullen," I said, hoping it came out easily.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm not so sure. We were just going to meet up at his house. We're sort of…dating."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well—,"

"Dad, it's nothing too serious," I interrupted. "It's just sort of a casual thing. No worries."

"And if something was wrong, you'd tell me?"

I fought the need to roll my eyes. "Of course, Dad. Besides, Edward's nice. And he wants to meet you soon. Today, actually."

Charlie took a sip from his beer can. "Okay, then."

"He's picking me up tonight at around eight."

"Fine."

Charlie didn't seem to like the fact that I was dating Edward, but he wasn't against it either. Good.

I waited nervously for an hour and a half for Edward to come. Charlie watched ESPN, seeming edgy. Maybe sports were the only way he knew how to calm down.

I jumped up when I heard the doorbell and when I answered it, I immediately felt better. Edward looked handsome, of course. He wasn't smiling, but he looked just as good.

Charlie stood with Edward and me at the front door.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Swan," Edward said.

"Same to you, Edward," Charlie replied bluntly.

They firmly shook hands.

Charlie exhaled deeply, and then asked Edward, "So what are you and Bella doing tonight?"

"I was thinking we would go see a movie tonight. It starts at 8:30," Edward said politely, "which is in twenty-five minutes."

"Well, I wouldn't want you guys to be late," Charlie said reluctantly. "So have a good time."

"We will," I assured Charlie.

"Take care of Bella," Charlie called as Edward and I walked out of the house and went to the driveway. As soon as I heard the front door close, I asked Edward, "Are we really going to the movies?"

"Hell no," he replied with a mischievous smile.

Ten minutes later, we were at his house. We only sat there in his bedroom, staring at each other. It wasn't too fun, but he was so fucking sexy, so it didn't matter what we were doing.

We had been silent for about three minutes when Edward broke the silence.

"So," he said.

"So what?"

"So are we gonna have sex or not?"

This took me by surprise. He had just straight out asked if we were going to have sex. He had expected that we would have sex.

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it," he said.

"To tell you the truth, I have, Edward."

"You're lying to me," he said.

"And what makes you think I am?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"If you have already thought about it, then I would have already fucked you."

I snorted. "Yeah. Right."

He stared at me wordlessly. He seemed pretty pissed off, when he shouldn't have been.

He scoffed and looked down. He ran a hand through his bronze hair. "I thought so."

"You thought what?" I asked.

He got off the bed and stood up quickly. "I thought that you didn't love me. Guess I was right. Get out." He grabbed me forcefully by the wrist and pulled me up to my feet.

"What the fuck do you mean, get out?" I asked as Edward pulled me toward the door.

"Get out," he repeated.

"Edward, stop!" I said. "Fine."

"What?" he asked. He seemed just as confused as I was.

So I kissed him. What else could I have done? I didn't want to ruin what we had so far. I caught my breath, and then we sat on the bed. And he kissed me.

We were getting pretty far—Edward was starting to unbutton my shirt, and his was already off. No. No, no, no! I did not want this. I didn't want this at all.

"Edward, stop," I mumbled.

"No," he said. He only held me tighter. Way tighter.

"Stop," I told him again. "Get off of me."

"I don't feel like it."

"Edward. Please." I tried to move his hands from my torso. He wouldn't budge.

"Shut the fuck up," he muttered coldly.

I felt the tears burning in my eyes. God, help me.

This wasn't right. I hated this. I hated myself for getting me involved in this. I hated everything. Edward hated me.

I was just about to scream when I heard the door swing open. I looked at the door to see Edward's brother, Emmett, standing in the doorframe. Edward got off of me quickly. I sat up.

"Dude, get out," he told Emmett.

"Um, I see you're busy, so I'll just go away now," Emmett said, blushing.

I could feel myself blushing as well. Oh my fucking gosh.

This. Was. So. Embarrassing.

Emmett walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.

Edward—who looked very hot when he was shirtless, I might add—turned to me and ran a hand through his hair.

"Why don't you take me home, Edward?" I asked.

"Look, I'm sorry that Emmett…interrupted us, but—''

"Stop, Edward. Just take me home." The tears were running hot and fast down my cheeks.

"What's wrong?" he asked gently, as if everything was perfectly fine and I was perfectly okay.

I had nearly been raped. What the fuck did he mean, What's wrong?

I got up and paced to the door, buttoning up my shirt.

"Just take me home," I repeated.

"Shit," he said under his breath as he put his shirt on.

That was it. A date with my new boyfriend, ruined in five minutes. I was angry with myself, I was angry with him, I was angry with everything.

We were both silent as we climbed into his silver Volvo.

We remained silent until we were in the driveway of my house, and I was about to get out.

"Wait," Edward said.

I paused. "What?"

"Why did you want to leave?" he asked, confused.

"I don't have to explain myself to you, Edward," I murmured.

His face became angry, his green eyes a bit scary. "You're a weird bitch, did you know that?" he asked. "I could fuck any girl I want in school, and there you go, throwing me away like garbage. Fuck you."

That felt like a slap in the face. The tears welled up in my eyes and boiled over in two seconds. I had ruined everything.

"Goodnight, Edward," I told him bleakly. "I love you," I added softly.

"Goodnight, Bella," he told me, his voice serious and hard and mean.

He backed his car out of the driveway very fast as soon as I got out. I wiped my tears from my face and went to the porch. The front door was unlocked. Charlie was sitting in the living room, watching ESPN again.

"What're you doing home so early?" he asked.

"We were late to the movie, so we went to dinner," I lied.

"Okay then." I was glad he didn't turn around to see me. I probably looked like a mess.

I hurried upstairs to my bedroom, got my toiletries, and retreated to the bathroom from there.

I really did look like a mess.

My dark brown hair was untidy, my dark brown eyes were moist and a little red, and I just looked horrible. I definitely felt horrible. My pale skin even looked translucent.

I looked like a zombie that just smoked weed.

What an odd comparison, but it was the truth.

I showered for what seemed like a long time, tried to wash my memories of this terrible night away.

It didn't work.

Once I was clean(er) and checked my email, I saw that I had fourteen new messages.

One was from Renee…and the other thirteen were from Edward.

I read the one from Renee first. It was the only one I cared for at the moment. Edward could go burn in hell, for all I cared. Well, maybe.

Bella, Renee wrote.

We haven't spoken in forever. You had me worried there for a second. Tell me how things have been. Your father told me you have a boyfriend. Tell me all about him, and I'll leave you alone.

Mom.

Jeez. Charlie had wasted no time to tell Renee about me and Edward. Charlie needed a hobby, stat.

Mom, I wrote.

Charlie already told you. Wow. Well, my boyfriend's name is Edward. He's really good-looking. I like him a lot.

Bella.

Renee and I had never communicated very much when it came to things like boys.

I sent the email to Renee and decided not to open the ones from Edward. I wanted nothing to do with him anymore…but I still did.

It was confusing to be in a romantic relationship. I wanted to dump him, to forget we had ever met, so bad. But I couldn't. Maybe, just maybe, things would be patched up in only a little bit of time. I didn't want to let go of him so easily.

I pondered on this, on how I felt about Edward, for what seemed like hours that night.

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