Charlie is furious when I get back. He's standing just inside the doorway and is shouting at me before I've even walked in.
I consider turning around and walking back out, but I know that it really is my own fault.
I turn to face him, steeling myself for his angry words, but his expression changes into one of shock as he looks at my face. His voice trails off.
"You've been crying," he states.
I shrug, not really wanting to get into it with him.
"Are you okay now?" He asks. He looks like he really does care, but at the same time relieved that I'm not still balling my eyes out.
I nod in reply.
"Good," he responds gruffly. "Next time just send me a text if you're going out after school."
I nod again and move to make my way past him, but something stops me as I reach the stairs. "Charlie?" I say, my voice hesitant.
He grunts so I take that as my queue to go on.
"What was she like?" I'd never been interested about my mother. I'd always believed that if she didn't care enough about me to stick around, then I shouldn't care enough about her to know anything about her. But after today with Edward, I'm curious about this woman that gave me up and took me away from Charlie.
His face transforms into something that's a bizarre mixture of happy and angry. After a few moments of silence, he answers me. "She was like sunshine, and summer, and a moonlit walk on the beach."
"Oh," I say and then continue on my way to my room.
It isn't hard to tell that Charlie is still in love with her. That wasn't what I wanted to hear though. I want him to tell me that she was horrible, that she wasn't worth knowing, not that she was all things great.
If she was such a lovely person, then why didn't she keep me? Why wasn't I good enough for her all those years ago?
And then I remember. I'm not good. I'm a bad person, a selfish, unthinking murderer.
What I didn't tell Edward about that night is that I killed my parents.
AN; Sorry for not posting anything yesterday, I was busy. Thoughts? :)
