Finally! A day off from work! Now that I could actually sit down and type more than a sentence at a time, I finished this chapter. YEAH!!

Disclaimer: Don't--own-- twilight-- characters. there I said it. : )

Charlie shook his head. Through "story time" his facial expression looked complex.

"I should have called them sooner."He said, almost to himself. "If I did maybe things would've ended differently. I don't know what to do now." His head ended up in his hands again.

I touched his shoulder, struggling to find one question to ask. I picked the one that had been bothering me since we first started talking.

"Is this the part were you tell me what you meant when you said we didn't have much time. Or 'its happening again'? What did that mean?"

Charlie looked a little sheepish. "I might've been a little dramatic about the 'there might not be a later'. Its not has bad as I made it sound. Well, not very bad at least. I was just so overwhelmed about—" He stopped and looked at me.

I raised my eyebrow at him.

He sighed.

"When I was little, about five, there was a war, Bella. It was between witches and werewolves. It was a disastrous thing, and many of us lost our lives. I remember one night my dad was out. It was just me and my mom in the living room that night. I was watching some cartoon and she was reading. We heard a car squeal around a corner. I remember my mom shaking her head, whispering something about stupid kids. We listened as the car zoomed down our road. I was looking out the window when it came to a screeching halt in front of our house. I remember my father being thrown out of the car." Charlie took a shaky breath. "It was horrible as I child to see your father beaten. He was supposed to beat up the bad guys. Keep the monsters away. But that night, the monsters had fur, teeth, and claws. And they tore him up. My mother told me to stay in the house. She ran out to see if my dad was alive. And as she did, the wolves jumped out and grabbed her. She screamed. I could hear her casting spell after spell. And none of them were to protect herself. She was putting wards up around the house, ensuring my safety before hers." His lips quivered slightly, reliving the nightmare that had probably hunted his childhood.

I went to speak but he raised his hands. "I'm not finished, Bella. The war went on for a long time. Both sides had their loses. Your parents were the ones to stop the war, Bella. They were the ones to put an end to the suffering, the death. They set up a counsel against the war. They were the head of it, since it was their idea. They became the heroes of my time. It was such a relief to have peace once again. No longer did anyone have to worry about looking over their shoulders. But there were some people who didn't want the war to end, that were both witches and werewolves alike. Who still held their prejudices. Their goal was to take down the counsel. So they began to target your parents. Threatening their lives, even going so far as to threaten you. There was a close call once and you were almost kidnapped. Someone had come into the house when your parents were at a rally. It was a powerful witch. No one else could have gotten past your mother and father's spells. So that's when they came to me and Renee. Renee didn't like the idea of bringing danger so close to her, but she was more than a little afraid of your parents. When they were angry, they were certainly a sight to see. Especially your mother." He gave a chuckle at some hidden memory.

"So you see, while you were gone, I got a message from a local werewolf pack. They live in La Push. They heard about you, found out who you are. That's why I was so frantic when you didn't come home. I was so afraid they had already found you. Memories of my parents came back to me and I cracked." He wiped a tear before it could finish the fall from his lid to his cheek.

I squeezed his arm. "Oh, Dad. That's…horrible. Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I promised Isabella I wouldn't. She wanted you to have as normal a childhood as possible. She didn't want you to have the responsibilities, the secrecy, of an adult."

I nodded. That made sense. I could understand wanting to protect someone from certain information. "So what do we do now?"

Charlie straightened. "We need the Counsel again. We must find your parents."

I looked at him, trying to feel something. Did I want to see my parents? I don't know, I thought. They left me for a good reason. Its not like they were being selfish. They actually were doing it for me. Still, I couldn't understand how you could leave your child in someone else's care. Maybe they didn't have any other chose. Sighing, I looked at the picture again. Do I want new parents? No. Did I need to meet them? Hell yes.

"What do you need me to do?" I asked as I looked back at Charlie.

A/N: I got an idea were the story could go from this chapter! Yes! YES!!!!!! I'll update asap. And with spring break coming up, I'll be able to write more!!!!!! YYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!