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Chapter 9: Stories
"Charlie? Charlie?" I yelled as I stormed into the police station's door. "Dad?"
"Isabella? Are you okay?" Officer Mark, one of Charlie's coworkers called walking towards me.
"Where's my dad? I need to talk to Charlie." I said urgently, looking over Officer Mark's shoulder.
"Bella? What's wrong?" Charlie demanded behind me. I turned around and stumbled in front of him.
"I know who told the school about my pregnancy."
His face turned serious. He wasn't Charlie anymore, he was Chief Swan. "Mark, get the reports. Susan, go get the statement documents." he ordered. "Who was it?" he asked me.
"It was Lauren Mallory's mom." I said.
"Are you sure? Precilla Mallory has a clean record."
"Yea, I am sure. She is Dr. Cullen's nurse. Dr. Cullen is my doctor. Nurse Malloy was the one to give me the results of me being pregnant. I mean, how would've Lauren known? Someone had to of told her, and that someone was her mom."
Charlie got his police jacket on and hoisted his gun belt while he said, "We've got a bustard to confront."
THREE HOURS LATER
Everything was settled out. Nurse Mallory lost her job and had to pay a 5,000.00 sentence for Charlie's and mine 'pain and suffering'. Also, Lauren got expelled.
First I tell a teacher off. Second, I met Alice Cullen. Third, I got thing 1 fired and thing 2 expelled.
I looked in the mirror in my bedroom. Wow, I even had a good hair day. Today turned out to be a great day. Nothing could go wrong.
Wait! What is that? I lifted up my shirt to expose my stomach. There was a bump! Not a big one, but it looked like I gained weight. I pulled down my shirt and ran downstairs to Charlie.
"Dad! I'm fat!" I cried.
Charlie stood up and looked at me. "No you're not." he said.
"Yes I am. Look." I demanded, pulling my shirt back up to reveal my bump.
"Bells, you're pregnant, not fat." he said pulling my shirt back down.
"I'm still fat." I grumbled. "And I will only get bigger for another six months."
Charlie rolled his eyes. "Just like your mother. You should get some rest, kid. You've had a big day. Oh, and don't forget that we're going over to the Black's tomorrow."
"Okay. Night." I said, making my way up the stairs.
"Night."
NEXT DAY
"Bella, just so you know, I told Billy and Jacob about you being pregnant. But I made them swear not to say anything, I promise!" Charlie said out in one breath.
I sighed. "That's okay. They would've found out eventually."
Charlie looked shocked for a moment before composing himself and knocking on the Black's door. A slightly taller boy around the age of fifteen opened the door. He had long, silky looking black hair that was in a hair tie and had dark brown eyes.
Charlie!" the boy said while giving Charlie a man hug.
"Jacob. Nice to see you. How have you been?"
"Pretty good." he answered.
Charlie nodded and headed inside and greeted an older man in a wheel chair who I presumed was Billy, and started to talk about sports.
"I'm Jacob. We used to make mud pies when we were younger."
"Yeah, I remember. I'm Bella, well you already knew that." I said, shaking his hand.
"You wanna hang out at the beach?" he asked.
"Sure." I said, knowing that there would be nothing to do in the house other then debate which batter hit better.
Once we were on the beach, Jacob started asking questions. Favorite color, favorite TV show, etc. "Have you met any new friends?" he asked as we walked by a few older Quileute men.
"Um, yeah. Angela Weber, Rosalie, Emmett and Alice Cullen-"
"The Cullen's are freaks." One of the guys sneered, glaring at me.
I turned towards them. "You know them?"
"The Cullen's do not come here." was all they said before walking away.
"What did they mean?" I asked.
"I'm not really 'possed to tell you. I mean, it's just like an old scary story."
I battered my eyelashes. "Well, can you tell me?" I asked sweetly.
"Okay, the Cullens are supposedly descended from the "Cold Ones". But after they claimed to be different and said they were safe, so we made a treaty with them." he said.
"I thought they just moved here."
"Or just moved back." he said eerily.
"O…kay. So, what was this treaty?" I asked.
"Well, if they stayed off of Quileute land, we wouldn't expose what they really were, to the palefaces." he said, winking at me.
"What were the Quileute's?"
"We're said to be from wolves."
"Wolves?" I asked. "Like real wolves, with doggy breath and everything?"
Jacob laughed. "Sure."
"And what were the wolves scared of the Cullens for?"
"Because their kind hunts humans. But they said that they only feast on animals."
"What were they really?"
"Blood drinkers. Your people call them vampires." he said as I froze. "Wow, you have goose bumps!"
"You tell great stories. You know the next time Charlie comes over, I might come, too."
"Cool." he said.
The rest of the weekend passed quickly and Monday came. I marched off to school, waiting for some answers.
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