A/N: Disclaimer: I'm really sorry if this is badly edited, but I was grooving to Joan Jett as I did it, so there's no knowing what could have gone down!
Oh, yeah, and SM owns all.
Chapter Eight
Alice drops me off outside the house and speeds off down the street. She is still worryingly quiet, and I find myself missing her excitable nature.
I let myself in and find Charlie sitting at the kitchen table. I anticipated this but roll my eyes, regardless. I walk over to the sink and pour myself a glass of water.
"I left your suitcases in the cruiser," Charlie tells me after he realises I'm not going to start the conversation. I lean against the counter and take a gulp of water.
"Right." I place the glass down. "I'll go get them in."
"You're unpacking then?" Charlie asks as I head back towards the hallway.
"It would seem so."
I slip my jacket from the hook. I will only be outside for a few moments, but it is still chilly during the day. Charlie follows me out into the hall.
"I want you to go to your mom's," he says. I stop and turn to look at him.
"Don't worry, Dad. Edward only wants to talk tomorrow. I just need my toiletries and a change of clothes," I reply. He visibly relaxes, and I bite my tongue. He could at least try to hide his disdain.
I trudge outside, leaving Charlie standing alone. It's my first moment alone since I left my bedroom earlier.
Normally, when I am alone, I let my feelings consume me. There is too much to feel today, however, and I feel detached from the world.
I can't feel a thing.
I lift both the suitcases from the boot, unsure of which one holds the items I want. I'll sort through them inside.
I carry them back in and find Charlie has vacated. He is probably in the living room, but I don't bother to check.
Instead, I head straight for my room- a room I thought I would never see again this morning. The bed has been stripped of sheets, and the walls are bare. It looks exactly like an empty room.
I set the bags down at the foot of the bed and cross the room to the window. As I watch the path below, I search deep inside of me.
I concentrate hard. There are so many reasons to be happy today, yet I don't feel pleased.
I think of how he looked today. He is so different.
Suddenly, I find the emotions I have been looking for. A tear slips down my cheek as I realise why I don't feel relief he's back.
He's not my Edward.
A/N: Thanks for reading!
