A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. What I do own are two Cadbury Cream Eggs leftover from Easter. I'm trying to decide when to eat them...since I can't get anymore until next year. :D

Like I said before, this isn't beta'd. It isn't preread. It might be total rubbish. It might be awesome. Who knows. :D All I do know is the emotions in it are real. Or as real as I can write them. Sometimes things just don't transfer the right way from your head to the keyboard. But I'm trying. :)

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Chapter 4

The weekend passed by quietly. My dad knew something was up, but he never asked. When Sunday evening rolled around, and I wasn't in a hurry to go back to Seattle, he got curious.

"Izzy's gonna stay with us a few more days, aren't you, Honey?" my mother said with a smile.

"Yeah, if that's okay."

"Sure. Everything alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's fine. I just wanted to visit a little longer."

My dad laughed. "Kinda surprised you're not anxious to run off back to that husband of yours, but I don't mind having you here for a while longer."

It took all of my strength not to cry. I knew I didn't fool him. I needed to come up with something soon.

"Hey Iz, how come Jasper hasn't called?" Riley asked. We were watching a movie, and my dad looked at me, waiting for an answer.

"He's working all weekend. He works nights and sleeps and studies during the day, you know that."

I hoped and prayed that Riley would drop it, and after a few remarks about lovebirds and honeymooners, he stopped. But my dad was a detective. He knew when something wasn't what it appeared to be.

Monday morning the phone rang, and my father answered it.

"Hey Izzy? The phone's for you. It's Alice."

I froze. Why would she be calling me? To rub it in my face about how much more my husband liked sex with her than with me? Had he told her how awful I was in bed? Did she want to gloat?

My dad brought me the phone. "Iz, it's Al."

I didn't reach for it. He looked at me with a strange look on his face.

"Can you just tell her I'm asleep or something? I don't want to talk to her right now," I whispered, and after a moment, he walked back to the kitchen.

"Hey Ali, she's taking a nap. I don't know what's gotten into that girl lately... Nah, I think she's stayin' a few more days... I'll tell her you called. Buh-bye."

He hung up, and I waited for the sound of approaching footsteps. It took him forty-two seconds, but then he returned to the living room. Sitting quietly on the sofa next to me, he let out a deep breath.

"Now Darlin', I know I'm just your old dad and I don't know much, but seems to me somethin's up here. I've never once known you to not take a call from Alice. And why was she callin' the house instead of your cell phone?"

I didn't answer, I just stared out the window across the room.

"You come here this weekend and you mope around and I know you've been cryin'. Then, you're in no hurry to get home to that husband of yours, and you don't even want to talk to him on the phone. I don't think I have to tell you what this looks like to me, Honey."

Tears fell down my cheeks. I didn't even try to stop them.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked. "I've seen a lot of things in my time, Iz."

"I can't," I mumbled.

He sighed again, scooting closer to me and putting his arm around my shoulders. I melted into him.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy."

"Now Isabella, what do you have to apologize for? Did you do somethin' wrong?" he asked.

"No," I whimpered.

"Did Jasper do somethin' wrong?"

I nodded. I couldn't say it. I knew he would think less of me. All the money I'd wasted on a wedding. And for nothing.

"Did Alice do somethin' wrong, too?"

I nodded again, covering my face with my hands as I began to sob.

"Oh, Honey. I'm so sorry, Bells. Are you sure?"

"I saw them," I whispered. "I forgot your present. I went back, and I saw them."

His hand rubbed up and down my arm as I cried on him.

"What did I do wrong, Daddy? Why would they do this? I don't understand."

"I don't know, Darlin'. I don't know."

For the rest of the day, I cried on my father's shoulder. I knew it made him uncomfortable, but he let me. He never judged me. He never even judged Jasper or Alice. I think he knew it wouldn't do me any good. He was just there for me, and I needed him.

A few days later, Riley finally figured it out. "I wondered why Jasper hadn't come here lookin' for you," he said. "Guess that was smart, seeing as Dad's got access to a lot of untraceable weapons. And no one would miss the creep."

Jasper tried calling my cell a few times. By that point, I'd turned it off. I didn't want to know what he had to say. I didn't want to hear him out. I didn't want anything to do with him.

As I sat in my parents house that week, and obsessed over what I'd witnessed, I made a plan. I decided what to do.

I just needed the guts to see it through.

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A/N: Charlie's a good dad. I feel bad, I killed him off in my last story, and we didn't spend much time with him. I'm trying to make up for that. :)

A few of you have mentioned that this story reminds you of an old song from the 80's. It's called "If She Would Have Been Faithful" and it's by Chicago. I was a teenager when it came out. I've always remembered it. Listen to it... You'll see Bella's journey here. :) I'll put it in my Facebook group, if you're interested. :) (BeegurlOneThree FanFickee) Find me and I'll let you in. :)