Ch. 3: Deleted Scene
This was the first time Charlie truly took notice of my broken bed. I had replaced the pillows but the headboard still had the cracks and the bed still remained on the floor.
"I could easily fix this for you," he said.
"I prefer it this way," I said half telling the truth. While I wouldn't have minded having my bed back to the way it was at the same time I couldn't bring myself to do it only because it had been the last place Edward and I had been together. Having the bed fixed would somehow take the memories away. Of course I had something else in which to always remember the night but still; the bed itself held some kind of significance; a value that I didn't want tarnished.
"Now Bells, I know we don't talk about this stuff much…about boys," he said struggling as usual with that subject, "If you won't talk to your friends or to the school counselor or to a therapist or to your mother, then talk to me."
It was then that I just completely lost it. Normally I had been able to keep control, even divert the subject if necessary but not this time.
"I miss him dad, a lot." Rather than cut in he let me continue. "I know he's left before but this time is just different. I really need him right now. I don't think I can do this without him."
Charlie then did something completely unexpected: he placed his arm around my shoulder. "You can't do what Bella?"
I looked down to where my left hand cradled the forming bump on my stomach and Charlie suddenly knew.