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Ch.14 Anger

I took a deep breath as I glanced at my cell phone in his hands. I had forgotten it down here, and right now I could only think about what Charlie might have had read. I panicked as I thought that maybe Edward had called and Charlie could have answered it. Maybe Edward sent a text message. Oh God!

"Yes, dad?" I tried to keep my voice calm. Charlie already looked like he was about to burst a vein on his forehead. I didn't want to have to worry about his health at this moment, but the ugly purplish color his face had turned did not look in the least bit healthy.

"Who is Edward?" Charlie demanded at the same time he growled Edward's name, making my anger bubble up to the surface. He didn't know him, why was he judging!

"Why do you want to know?" I fumed at him.

"Because Edward decided to send you a little message 10PM!" He fumed right back at me with a glare of his own.

"For your information, Edward is my fiancé, and he can send me a message anytime he wants," I immediately smacked my hand over my mouth when I realized that I had given away too much.

Charlie looked like he was about to faint, but thankfully didn't. I wasn't sure if I could manage to drive him to the hospital with my anger spiked the way it is.

"Isabella," Charlie's voice was low and menacing. I didn't even flinch. "You are seventeen years old, and the only Edward that I can think of is Mr. Mason. So you tell me who he is right now," I paled slightly when he said Edward's full name but recovered quickly.

Thankfully he didn't seem to notice.

"Why would I tell you?" Good job, Bella! You are doing such a great job as acting like a bitchy teenager!

My mental sarcasm was cut short by growl coming from Charlie. "You will tell me his name right now!"

I couldn't tell who Charlie was really angry at right now. I know that he was mad at me, probably more at Edward but if I kept egging him on than he was going to be even more furious than me.

"What would you do when I told you?" I knew he would probably try to shoot Edward, so there wasn't a chance in hell that I was going to tell him.

At his glance over towards the rack where I knew he kept his police issued weapons, I grasped just how angry he is.

"Give me my phone," I demanded. I wanted to see what made him this upset in the first place. Edward's text messages were never dirty, and always sweet and romantic. So this message should have some significance as to how much he truly knew about Edward.

"No," Charlie was the one acting like a child now. I walked over and grasped the now sweaty phone from his hands. He tried to pull it away from me but it slipped through anyways.

I looked at the black words on the white screen incredulously.

"When you are near my heart sings out to you, like you are my singer. Goodnight my angel, Edward."

I read the words aloud with a mute tone and then looked up at Charlie and gave him my best glare.

"So what?" I asked after a moment of silence from our glaring match. "What does it matter? I admitted to you that I am getting married to him, I love him, so what does it matter to you?" His reaction made no sense to me.

"You don't love him," Charlie hissed at me with only malice in his voice.

"I do. I love that man more than you could ever know, I will always love him," the seriousness in my voice took Charlie off guard for a moment as he faltered in his glare but it came back after a second.

"You are a teenager! You don't know what love is! You are too young! You shouldn't even be dating him," His voice was shouting and I was surprised that the police weren't called yet.

"So let me get this straight," I started with a dark chuckle. "You can set me up on a date with Jacob Black, your best friends son, but I am not allowed to go on a date with the man I love," my voice held nothing but anger for Charlie.

"Jake is a wonderful kid! You should give him a chance! Edward is probably only using you for sex!" Charlie was back to screaming.

Anger coursed through my entire being and my body shook with my repressed rage at his words.

"Jacob is a friend, nothing more. I don't want to try and give him a chance, because I love my Edward," my voice was deadly calm, and I could see that it was starting to freak Charlie out. "It is absolutely none of your business but I have not made love to Edward yet, we were waiting until our wedding night," my tone was cold.

Is this what he thinks of me? That I'm that cheap? That I would just go around sleeping with random men and get engaged to one of them? I felt used. Not because of Edward-never because of Edward- but because of how low Charlie must think of me.

"Would you like to call your mother or should I?" Charlie asked after another moment of silence. He was still glaring but my face was completely even. I showed no distress.

"Why would you call her?" I deadpanned.

"Because you are going to live with her again," he told me with such sincerity that I had to sneer at him.

"Gee, thanks dad!" Sarcasm rung out of my tone and Charlie flinched slightly. "You could just be sending me back to my fiancé, did you consider that?" I mocked him.

"Don't patronize me Isabella! I was going to tell you tomorrow that Renee and Phil had moved to Florida and want you to come live with them," he glared at me.

I ignored my instinctual fear of being that far away from Edward and kept fine a perfect mask.

"If this is your way of kicking me out, then fine. I will leave right now. You won't ever have to see me again. I can tell you right now that Edward would want nothing more than for me to be at his house," I spoke calmly, but my emotions were anything but at this moment.

I didn't give him a chance to answer as I stormed up the stairs and packed a quick bag of clothes and grabbed my stuff out of the bathroom before heading down the stairs. I would call Edward when I was away from the house, Charlie still looked pretty angry. I wasn't about to unleash that anger onto poor Edward.

I didn't look at him as I walked past him stiff form sitting on the couch. There were many people that I could deal with but when those people start talking low about Edward, my opinion quickly changes.

I couldn't stand to look at Charlie right now or possibly even ever again. Just the thought that he thinks I was used for sex was basically saying that I was stupid and Edward was cruel.

Charlie hadn't looked at my engagement ring once during that conversation so I knew that he didn't believe most of the words I had spoken tonight. I wondered if he would ever hear me speak to him again.

I walked out the door quickly, not giving him a chance to say anything to me as I exited the front door swiftly and started walking down the side walk. I decided that it wasn't even worth going back to grab the truck keys, and just kept walking. Charlie could keep his truck now.

I felt cold, betrayed. My own father had all but called me a whore and kicked me out. Edward was nothing but a delinquent that had defiled his daughter that he was just barely getting to know again after all these years. This is what Charlie had thought of us. In his mind we were clearly just a waste of his precious fishing time.

I walked for about five minutes until I finally pulled the now dry cell phone out of my pocket and dialed Edward's number slowly, my body felt numb.

"Hey sweetheart," I smiled for the first time this evening. It was such a relief to hear his musical voice after everything that had transpired between my father and I this evening. "Is something wrong?"

Figures, I didn't even have to say anything and he would immediately know there was a problem despite the fact that it isn't unusual for me to call after he sends me a message. He knows me too well.

"Edward," my voice broke and I was sure that he noted it on the other end of the line.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Where are you? I am coming to get you," I could hear rustling and I knew that he was already grabbing his car keys. The bang on the other side of the line confirmed that he had just slammed the front door shut, he was quick, I thought with pride.

"I am about two blocks from Charlie's house, Pine Ave. Can you pick me up, please?" I didn't want to ruin his night but I really had no place else to go. Besides, I knew he would do anything for me, he has proven that for me several times.

"Bella! You know that's a dangerous street, go back to Charlie's now!" Edward's voice was fierce with his worry about my location. I knew that this wasn't a safe street but if I had gone right I would have ended up on the highway, which seemed almost more dangerous to me than walking along the dangerous street where everyone knew housed several law breakers. It was the least of my worries at the moment.

"Edward, I can't go back to Charlie's," I whispered, feeling a sudden shame flooding me at the thought that my father had called me easy. I shuddered.

"Fine, just go back towards the highway. That's much safer than where you are, I am almost there."

"Alright, I will see you when you get here, I love you," I told him, wishing that he was already here.

"Please, be safe," he warned me.

"Okay, bye," I hung up, missing his presence much more than I let on.

I turned around and started walking the other way when I crashed into something. "Ouch," I mumbled rubbing my head and taking a few steps back to regain my balance.

"Just what do we have here?" A frightening voice spoke from in front of me.

I couldn't hold in my gasp, realizing that it wasn't something like a telephone pole or wall that I had ran into.

Hey Everyone! I am back...

I do apologize as most of you have probably noticed that I had not posted when I was supposed to last time, sorry again.

I will do my best to get the next chapter done within the next two weeks. I do have three other stories that I am trying for, so please be patient.

Thank you, and I hope that you enjoyed.

~Heidi