A/N: Sorry for the delay. Having some problems getting this story to come out the way I want it, and I'm not getting reviews. I'm also working on a new story which will be posted pretty soon. As always please review…I'm thinking if I don't start getting some reviews I'm going to remove this one, and maybe not post anymore.
I woke with a start, and nearly screamed when an arm snuck around my waist. "Shh, it's just me love." Edward whispered. I smiled, and snuggled closer to him. So that wasn't a dream then. I hated having a cover in between us, but he insisted I needed it. I didn't care if I was cold, as long as I was next to him that was all that mattered. Funny how things can become so clear within just a few hours. I mean, just three days ago I was sure I hated Edward. Now, I couldn't imagine a life without him. What did that say for me? Was I rushing this? I couldn't be sure, but I also couldn't bring myself to care.
"Why are you awake?" Edward whispered, kissing the side of my head lightly. "Bad dream." I responded, and then wanted to kick myself. I'd been doing well about keeping the dreams a secret. Part of me wished he'd ignore it, but the smarter part of me knew he wouldn't. "What about?" He asked curiously. I sighed, and turned to face him warily. "Charlie." I whispered. Amazing how one word can change the entire atmosphere of a room and the attitude of one person so quickly. Tension was suddenly so thick you could cut it with a knife, and Edward had become stiff, a blank mask covering his perfect features. "You should go home." He said icily. I blanched.
"No, I should not!" I argued, sitting up. "Bella, if you're having dreams about this, then it's obviously an issue. I'll take you home." Edward insisted. I glared at him. "They're nightmares, not dreams." I hissed. He snorted. "Same difference." He stated sarcastically.
"No, it's totally different! If I was dreaming of Charlie then that would be worth considering me going home for. But, they're nightmares! Of how he's going to die! That isn't a reason for me to go home! I don't want to see him die!" I snapped crossing my arms angrily. "Bella." That one word whispered from my love's mouth was filled with such anguish it melted all my anger away just like that. "I'm not going home." I said in finality. He smiled that beautiful crooked grin, and pulled me down with him again. "Alright, love. You don't have to go home."
I wasn't sure what woke me this time, but something definitely had. And right in the middle of the best dream I'd had in a long time. I hate that don't you? You're right smack in the middle of a great dream, and for whatever stupid reason you wake up; which naturally ruins it because even when you go back to sleep, it's never the same dream. It's frustrating really. I lay there, trying to determine what had awakened me, and it was then that I realized Edward was gone. Hmm…maybe that what it was. I pushed the covers back, and went to the door. The sound of angry whispers stopped me from going further.
"She needs to go home! She'll be in denial forever if we let her stay here, and Charlie deserves to know his daughter is alive and well. Especially before…you know." Rosalie argued. Of course she'd want me to go home; she didn't like me anyway really.
"She'll get hurt if she goes home!" Alice whispered fervently. I heard someone snort but I couldn't be sure who. Probably Rosalie. "She'll get hurt here." Edward contradicted. Wait, he wanted me to leave? Even after last night…er…earlier tonight? See, I knew it. I knew he'd change his mind again. "I don't mean emotionally! Remember the vision? It's soon, Edward. If we let her go home…she could die." Alice argued.
What? I could what? They were considering sending me home…to be in danger? That was ludicrous! Why would they do that? Surely even Rosalie wouldn't send me home to die?! "Look guys, she had the perfect opportunity at the mall to run if she wanted to. That's why we did that remember? Let her walk behind us, if she ran we wouldn't look for her. But she didn't! She stayed remember? So why are we even contemplating sending her home, especially when there's a good chance she'll die?" Emmett explained. I knew he was my favorite for a reason. I heard someone clear there throat.
"I told her I loved her, by accident of course. That's why she followed, but I still think she should be at home with Charlie. She needs to say goodbye, and I agree with Rose. Charlie deserves to know Bella is alright." Edward stated. "She's been having nightmares, about Charlie's death." He continued. Someone sighed heavily. "Well, the decision should be up to her. It is her life we've been messing with. We'll talk to her tomorrow." Alice said. Well, this changes everything. If he wanted me to go home, then I'd go home. I didn't want to hear anymore of this conversation. I turned on my heel, and went back to bed. When the time came tomorrow, I'd tell them to take me home immediately. It seemed as if Emmett was the only one on my side, and it wasn't fair for him to keep arguing with his family over me.