Lullaby in the Dark

Chapter 8

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Previously:

"Edward-(wince) He l-left me." I stated, mustering up enough to speak. Charlie's face was un-readable for a moment. His eyes bulged slightly out of their sockets, his face turning that purple-red color.

"Edward left you?" He screeched, obviously angry. "I'm gonna kill him."

BPOV

I had never seen Charlie so angry before. His face turned purple and his eyes seemed to bulge out of his head.

"Dad…" I said mutely, my face concentrated on his. He looked at me for a moment, a fierceness I had never seen from him before. "... Killing will not be necessary." I tried to say calmly, my voice betrayed me though, quivering pathetically

"Bella." Charlie said through his teeth. I stared at him, waiting for him to continue. I felt my eyes burn with the remnants of the tears I had cried before. Charlie still watched me though, his eyes careful, gauging my reactions to the words he was going to us next.

"Bella… Edward hurt you!" I winced at his words. He obviously didn't edit his thoughts carefully. "Why do you do that, Bella?Why do you flinch whenever I say… his, name?"

I really didn't want to answer that question. I really did not want him to know about the black hole in my chest that consisted of the remnants of my broken heart.

"Bella." I heard him say and his words got closer to me as he walked forward. I turned my face away. I was not going to answer his questions. I didn't need him feeling my pain, I did not want him hunting him down and killing him. Even though he hurt me, he still didn't deserve to be killed… Not that Charlie would be able to kill him anyway….

I pulled my mahogany hair over my shoulder so that it created a curtain between my father and I. He didn't realize that I was now crying. All the pain had flooded back from the memory of him leaving me... I did not want him to see his little girl cry for the boy that meant so much to her.

"Bella… hon. you have to talk to me eventually." I shook my head to his question. "I'm not asking anymore. I'm demanding. What Happened?"

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