"I'm sure I can handle it,…I think." Charlie scratched his head uncomfortably. I just sighed and shook my head. I stood up and inhaled deeply.
"All right, Dad….just don't freak out okay?" he nodded and I grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged it up high and stopped under my bra, baring my flat stomach, covered with lightning-like scars. I heard Charlie take in a sharp gasp. 'Oh my dear God! I didn't knew…this is so..they hurt my little baby girl…' I pushed the cotton of my shirt down again, hiding the still slightly red scars from his now angered eyes. He was stuck between being utterly pained and being furious as hell. It looked like anger was winning from the pain. His fists clenched and without saying anything he marched out of my room, slamming the door. I was quick on his heels.
"Dad?," the panic in my voice was clear, "Dad, what are you going to do?" he kept walking down the stairs and turned around when he reached the end. The look on his face told me, he clearly couldn't handle this, which I'd been afraid for.
'I'm sorry, I really am! If I could've stopped it, I would've….' His head was the same hurricane now, as I had been through only an half an hour ago.
"Dad,…maybe you should go calm yourself down…take a walk or something? Bella shouldn't see you like this." I was aware of Bella being in her bedroom, having her own mind battle. Hers was about Edward, though. It was a good thing Charlie was thinking instead of speaking; his mind's voice thundered through the empty living room we were standing in. And yet it was completely silent. 'That's what I'm going to do…tell Bella I'm at La Push.' With that he marched over to the peg to get his coat.
"Where are you really going? How late will you be back?" my voice was small, afraid. I've never been afraid of my father, there never had been any reason too, but now I feared him. Not because of the way he would act towards me, but I feared his mind. I didn't want him to get depressed or something like that.
"I'm just going to walk along the street and back. I won't be away too long, don't worry." A faint smile tried to light up his strained face, but it fell as soon as it started. I nodded at his reply.
"We'll talk about this when I'm really ready for that. I should've listened to you, though.." the man shook his head, waved, "See you in a few" and left the house. After I heard the click of the door, I lost it. Again.
"Little one? Hel-looo? Anybody down there?" my head shot up when I heard Bella calling out for me. I stepped away from the wall I'd been crying against. Quickly drying my tears, I walked to the stairs and saw my sister standing there with her toothbrush.
"Oh there you are! Why is it so quiet? Where's Dad? Hey, do you have some toothpaste left over? Mine's is empty." I tried to keep calm. I wasn't in the mood for 'hyperactif Bella time'. without saying anything, I walked up the stairs and went in my room to get the toothpaste.
"Yes, here I am. I dozed off on the couch and Dad is at La Push. He'll be back soon. "I said tiredly as I handed her the toothpaste. 'chagrinned much? Ugh! Stupid child.' She thought, rolling her eyes.
"Anyway, I'm heading to bed now. See you in the morning." Bella rolled her eyes for another round and then walked back to her bedroom to retrieve her toothbrush. Without the brush she wouldn't need the toothpaste right? I stood there for a minute, debating with myself what I should do. I could head downstairs to grab some Tylenol for the pain of that damn wound and go to bed, or I could wait until Charlie got back and then crawl under the covers. I decided the last. I wanted to be sure my father had calmed down after his not so little outburst.
Much later, I sat up, startled. Thank God it had been a dream. It felt like I had relived a déjà vu. Alice's vision. But in this dream, I was the one running and searching for someone, something. Edward. Why in the world did I dream about that? Why would I scream and cry for him? I still didn't understand the feelings he brought up in me. I chanced a glance at the clock on the wall, opposite of me. One AM it said. With a gasp I leapt of the couch where I had fallen asleep on. Was Charlie still not home? Had something gone wrong? Anxious I fled up the stairs ins search for my father. He wasn't here. I got back downstairs ready to go outside and look for him when the sound of a throat clearing scared the shit out of me. I let out a yelp and faced the one who'd made the sound.
"You know, I decided to stay here with you so you wouldn't sleep alone. You seemed to have a pretty vivid nightmare, darling. You okay?" normal as ever, Dad sat in the big fauteuil across from the couch I'd been lying on.
"Christ, Dad! You scared the hell out of me!" my breathing began to go back to its normal rhythm and Charlie chuckled.
"I'm sorry. It looked pretty funny to see you jump from that couch and almost literally fly upstairs, though. I didn't knew you were able to do that at this stage." Realization struck me. Had I really used my speed when I was looking for him? I had. And I could only mean one thing: The path of my change, had begun. Now I needed to find out whom had caused it.