We'd stayed in that position on my living room floor for hours. By the time we parted it was dark and we most-likely would have stayed in that position longer if Edward didn't hear Charlie coming.
With frantic hurry, he helped me wipe the many tears rolling down my cheeks and the ones that continued to come from my eyes. We sat on the couch together, pretending to talk about something unimportant for Charlie's sake.
Within a moment, I heard him lug through the door. He hung up his gun and jacket before calling: "Hey Bells! Home! How was your day?" he asked as he walked through the living room with a gruff expression. His gruff expression turned instantly into dissapoitment as his eyes met the one's of the vampire setting next to me. "Oh, it's you." he mumbled. Any other day, I would have laughed off my father's cold shoulder towards Edward. But today, I don't think it was possible for me to laugh at anything.
When there was no reply from me nor Edward, Charlie walked further into the living room, with a bit of a worried look set on his face. "Something wrong?" he asked, plopping himself down on the chair, across from the couch. I shook my head, but much to my betrayal and anger, Edward nodded. I glared at him and gave him a "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" look. But he just looked straight forward at Charlie with a completely serious expression.
Charlie's eyebrows creased as he looked at me, as if to ask me if it was a true statement. With deep remorse, I nodded also. I took a deep breath to speak, but Edward saved me from that fate and began to speak. "Charlie, I'm afraid that Bella and I have a bit of a troubling situation on our hands," he started.
I could swear that Charlie's usually semily calm face turned pink at that moment, perhaps with worry. "Go on," he said quickly and rough. I bit my lip, hoping to God that this wouldn't get as ugly as I'd imagine it to be.
I gave Edward a desperate look, hoping he would continiue and I would have only the slighest part in this arguement. But to my suprise, he flashed the same desperate look my way so I decided that I had to speak. One of us had to say something and it was going to be me. I had to get over the phase of Edward being my guardian angel and take some responsibility for once. I owed Edward that.
"Daddy," I started desperate and lamely, with a pleading look. He just "Hmpphed" me in return and I winced. How was I going to do this? I had to. I had to. There was no options. Charlie had to know. It may be a little soon to tell him but evidently, Edward had some twisted idea that this may be the right time. I groaned internally. I bit down hard on my lip and with great determination, began to explain our "troubling situation". "Dad, I... I..'m.." I flinched back from the word that was playing to escape my mouth. Edward silently nudged me and the whispered "pregnant," was mumbled out.
I immediately switched my glance down to Edward's feet and mine. My chest jumped as tears began to stream down my cheeks. Oh God, why do I have to cry so much? Edward's cold hand grabbed mine and held it tight as Charlie attempted to stutter out a reaction. All I could hear were muffled "I..Go.. bu-..How?" his voice was almost hight-pitched and for a moment he sat in silent but was instantly at his feet. I looked up, a bit startled; to see a lobster-faced Charlie starting for Edward and I. He yanked Edward to his feet by grabbing his shirt. Edward did not protest. He just gently set my hand free and looked Charlie square in the eye. With hate overwhelming him, Charlie glared a firey hole into Edward's once again topaz eyes.
"Dad," I pleaded, standing up as I re-attatched my hand with Edward's. Nobody looked at me. Charlie continued to glare at Edward and Edward continued his audible expression in a plead to avoid this possible fight.
"Bells, I cannot believe how ignorant you two can be." He turned his glare to me, still having hold of Edward. "And I thought you were responsible adults." He gave Edward and I a disgusted look and with a grunt, ripped his hand off of Edward's shirt. He turned his back to us and instantly I inched closer to Edward, eager for essential comfort. But all he could do at the moment was grip my hand reassuringly, though there was no assurance anywhere in the room.
"How stupid can you be?!" He continued on, with a fierce voice. He turned around and glared at the both of us once again. With a snarl, he shot the hateful words at me "I don't want to look at your face! Get the hell out of my house!" And with that, he turned back around, a groan of disgust escaping.
I stepped forward, still holding Edward's hand. "But... but.. Dad..-?" He had turned around and shot a look that I had never seen worn on my father's face before. He had not even given this look to Edward. It was ten times more vicious and rigid than the look of disgust Edward and I had recieved only a moment ago. The look he gave me was so, so... full of hate? I blinked a few times quizzically before his final words "GET OUT!" we're screamed at me. Then instantly, Edward's hand still resting in mine, I ran to the door, tearing going down my pink cheeks.
Once outside and far enough away from the house so that we were away from his sight and out of earshot, I grabbed ahold of Edward and took deep pleasure in his tight embrace. I couldn't believe the pain I felt. Though Charlie and I we're not exactly what you could call the perfect example of a close father-daughter relationship but it had always felt to me that he was someone I knew for certain that I could always rely on. But now... Oh God, How could that have been my dad, Charlie? Charlie, who had told me when I was a little girl constantly that he would always love me no matter what? More tears came pouring from my bloodshot eyes as Edward swooped me up into his arms. I looked around and then to his face, with a questioning look on my face.
"We're going to stay at my house tonight, love." he explained, kissing my forehead with a sorrowful look. I placed a hand on his cold and beautiful face, with a small smile on my face, though I was sure the smile was weak and quite fake-looking. As he ran to his Volvo with me in his arms, he rested his hand atop mine and returned my sheepish smile.
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We had only entered Edward's home a few short minutes ago and already there were six pairs of vampire's arms around me, with sorrowful expressions. They kept murmuring the most assuring comments in my ear, like "It'll be alright" and "We're here for you, Bella." Of course, they already knew of the pregnancy and Jacob's raping me but for now they were sorry for what had happened that night. Charlie's rejection. His kicking me out of the house. And most likely everything else that would happen to me soon.
After the hug that had seemed like a lifetime long, the Cullens had put me to bed, with hot coacoa. Afterall, this was the Cullens. I'd learned to love how they were always taking care of me. It was sweet that they thought the human needed something every two seconds. I'd been laying in bed, embracing the dark room for a few minutes now, awaiting Edward's return. He had said that it was best if he talked to his family for a few minutes and that I should get to bed earlier since I looked "completely exhausted", which I was. But still, it would be nice and quite necessary for me to hear what they were discussing. It did concern me, didn't it?
Just then, Edward strode into his large bedroom with a pleasant look on his face. He smiled at me and climbed into bed beside me. "I'm glad to see you," he smirked and snuggled close to me. I enjoyed this but couldn't help be curious to what it is they actually were talking about. But before I could ask, he contiunued on. "Are you tired?" he asked with a bit of a worryful tone in his voice. I sighed. "Yes, I am." I was interupted by a yawn. "Sorry," I shrugged, with a tiny smile, pleased to hear his laugh shortly after. He kissed the blade of my shoulder and swoddled the blanket tighter to me. "Well, then, love. You'd probably better get some sleep."
I sighed again. "Yeah, I guess." I said with regret, giving into the drousiness that I could feel creeping up on me.
I yawned once more and before closing my eyes added. "Edward, will you promise me one thing before I go to sleep?" I asked, hopeful.
He looked down at me with curiousity. "What is it, Bella?" he asked.
With a deep breath, I placed a hand on his cheek and stroked it gently. "I think we need to talk to your family about the... the.. baby." I finally got out, with a bit of hesitance.
I could see the frustration and deliberating in his eyes. For a moment, I thought he would refuse my request, but as if I had finally struck some luck, he nodded, kissed my lips with love, and muttered the soft and caring words "Now, get some sleep, Bella, love." And with that, I felt the slighest bit of contentness and drifted into a peaceful sleep.