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"My mother?" Edward questioned, confused by my motive. I was confused too. Why had I said that? It just slipped out. I hadn't really talked to his mother…had I? Had I gone that deep in unconsciousness that I had believed that I had talked to his mother? But it was so vivid, like it had happened just moments ago.

"Yeah, you're mother." I mumbled, though I wasn't sure why I was even talking about this. Just another stupid thing that I had to say…of course.

He gave a small laugh, "What makes you bring that up?" Edward asked, and I shook my head.

"I don't know…I just…talked to her." I spit out, but then realized I shouldn't have.

"Talked to her? Carlisle!" He called, and he appeared almost instantly.

"Yes, Edward? How are you, Bella?"

"I'm…"

"I think she needs some medication. I think she's gone a little…" He stared at me for a little, "er…" he didn't say anything, and Carlisle nodded his head, and then left the room.

"I'm not crazy!" I protested, "Tell me about your mother! Tell me!" I demanded, but he shushed me.

"You need your sleep, love. Go. Go to sleep."

"No! I…" but he had already placed a kiss on my forehead and disappeared before he could even say anything else.

What else could I have done but fallen asleep? There wasn't anything else; I couldn't possibly have run after him; my leg was in the cast, and I didn't know what to else to do. And in my midst of thinking about why I all of a sudden had a soft spot for his mother, a pain that was tweaking at my heart, almost stabbing it with curiosity didn't make my sleep any better. And, when Edward woke me up in the morning, the sun trying to peak through the blinds of the windows, I felt as if I had been awake the whole night. I couldn't remember dreaming; in fact, I couldn't remember anything at all. Had I been drunk? No, I couldn't have…I remembered that time more vividly then most other times that I had done something…bad. (Against Edward's judgment), and that was, by far, the most painful of them all. It even topped the motorcycles.

But then, when I heard what Edward had to say when he woke me up in the morning, I realized that I'd much rather go back to sleep, to where Edward's mom was, where everything else was, then to face what was downstairs.

Charlie.

I had almost forgotten about him, I had had some much other stuff going on….how long had it even been since I had last seen him? A couple of weeks at best, maybe a month. Charlie had never gone fishing for a month. I hadn't thought about what I was going to say to him, I had almost wanted to just go and run away, but, I couldn't do that, thanks to my injuries. And what was he going to say about my leg? My arm? My wrist? Everything! What was he going to say? Was he going to ask why the wedding was postponed? And what about Jake? Did he know that Jake was dead? Did Billy know that Jake was dead? How did he take the news? Did he immediately blame Edward for it? Did he now hate me for loving Edward? So many questions were buzzing through my head, I could barely even see straight, much less walk straight, "Bella, love, please. You must come downstairs. Charlie is waiting for you."

'Charlie is waiting for you,' Waiting for me. So that he could do what? Yell at me? For being immature and going to a stupid party? For going against what was good for my well-being? Edward's well-being?

"Edward," I squeaked, the terror rising in my voice. I could feel my face grow white; whiter then it normally did, and Edward's cold hand wrapping around my waist brought me back into reality, "I can't. Not now, oh please, Edward."

"Bella, I know that you're not up to it, but you don't have to say anything, I promise. Carlisle will do all the talking, just stand there next to me, and it will be all right. I promise you, Bella." He said, boring his topaz eyes into my brown ones.

"Promise?" I asked, and he nodded his head.

"Come on, Bella, come downstairs."

"Help me out of bed," I whimpered, and he pulled me out in one, painless, quick movement. My feet touched the floor, and I started towards the door, Edward following me just in case I fell. What would I say to him? I paused before the stairs, pausing behind the last safe spot; the spot that he couldn't see me just yet.

"Love, you're all right." He pleaded, and I could tell that I wasn't going to be, I could already feel his angry vibes through the wall. He urged me forward, and I took in a deep breath before stepping around the corner, to stand in front of the stairs.

The entire Cullen family looked up at me, Esme, her face perfect, motherly, gave me a warm smile. She stood next to Carlisle, closest to the door, who had a very serious look on, his forehead creased. Jasper and Alice stood at the other side of the doorway. I couldn't read Jasper emotion, probably because he was covering it up, and Alice, with all her pixy glory stared up at me with solemn eyes, like she knew that something bad was going to come from this. Emmett just gave me a small smile, his pearly white teeth gleaming at me, like those from a toothpaste commercial, and Rosalie glared up at me, like I had just caused the next World War.

Then, the expression that I least wanted to see was Charlie's. He turned around, from where he was arguing with Carlisle in front of the door and stared up at me. His jaw dropped, and then he promptly closed it, his hands balling up in fists of pure anger as I could feel the heat of his fury flowing up the stairs and hitting me full force. And then, he screamed, with all his might, causing me to wince, "ISABELLA SWAN!"

Quote:

Charlie: "I don't want you marrying my daughter."