The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Worry
Penname: SorceressCirce
Pairing: Charlie
Rating: M
I slam down the phone and shove away from the counter. "'Not letting her talk to anyone,' my ass."
Growling in frustration, I punch the wall and yank my hand back, holding it close to my chest. "God damn it!" I scream to the empty house.
When I look down, my hand is already swelling. I know I should pick up the phone and call Carlisle back, but I'll be damned if that happens.
"Won't let me talk to my own daughter, for Christ's sakeā¦"
My anger leaves me just as quickly as it came, and I sit down hard.
A/N: Special thanks to kimberlycullen10 for helping me brainstorm ideas for which particular "worry" of Charlie's would work best! I adore you :)
