Chapter 28: Hate Me

BPOV

I turned away from the door where Edward just left and turned to look at my father. I have never been so angry in my life. I was extremely angry with my father, but not as mad I was at myself. I felt so unbelievably naïve and stupid for actually thinking my father would want to change for me.

I looked down at my father and he started to get up from his spot on the floor. He had blood stains on his shirt and along his nose. He stood standing there looking smug, like he was proud of himself. That only got me even more furious. What about him making Edward feel so little and insignificant is so great? Nothing.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I asked angrily.

He let out a little laugh. "What's my problem? What about your little boyfriend, he is the one that went all psycho and hit me in the face."

"You deserved so much more than that, Charlie." I said while trying to keep my hands clenched to my side. He is not worth the effort of punching him again.

"Oh so now you are calling me Charlie? What is that about?"

"I don't think that you deserve the title of being my father. Any father that loves his daughter would never do something like this." I knew my words were right. My time with Edward has taught me how a true father acts. I know for a fact that Edward would never do something like this to either of the girls.

"Do what exactly? Protect their daughter from a man who is most obviously using you?"

"Edward is not using me." I yelled adamantly.

"Oh but isn't he? Think about it Isabella. You are convenient to him. You can take over for raising his children and he can use your money. Pretty soon he will just quit his job and leave you home with his bastard children while he goes and drinks and parties."

"Shut up! Shut up right now! What you are saying doesn't even make any sense! You have no clue what kind of person he is so you need to just stop talking right now." I screamed at him, he didn't even look fazed from my yelling and I began to rethink the whole hitting thing. I can't believe this is my father.

"I may not know him, but I know about his past. I know that there has to be some serious fault in him if his own parents didn't want them in his life. He is going to destroy you, Isabella. He got his brother killed for God's sake." Yeah, fuck the no hitting thing. I brought my right fist back and then flung it at his face as hard as I could. He knows nothing about what happened with Jack.

His head knocked off to the side and then he looked back up at me with a newfound anger in his eyes. "Just look at you, Bella! He has already turned you away from your own family! Before you know it, he is going to take everything you have and leave you with his spawns." He yelled.

"Edward is not the reason I am turning away from my family. You are the reason!"

"Oh of course, blame it on me, that is all you ever do. After everything I have given to you, you would let one insignificant asshole come between you and your own father!"

"You have given me nothing, Charlie." I yelled fiercely.

"Oh yeah, what about that bookstore that you so conveniently run? What about your car? What about that house? What about your trust fund? What about every insignificant little toy that you wanted when you are a child? Do you seriously call that nothing?" He asked.

"Yes I do call that nothing."

"Your delusional, Bella." He said while walking past me to the door, but I was not done with him yet. I pulled his arm and forced him to look at me again.

"All of those things you just named mean absolutely nothing to me. You can take all of them back if that is what you want. I don't need any of that. That stuff never made me happy. I thought it did, but I was proved wrong when I met Edward." I felt tears fall from my eyes as I felt the truth behind my words. "I know that I will be eternally happy to just have Edward and his little girls for the rest of my life. I don't need that expensive car, or that ridiculously large house, they all don't matter. As long as Edward, Harper, and Avery are with me, I will be alright, because I love them and they are what really matters.

"But you don't know what that is like, do you Charlie? You don't know what it's like to sit down with your daughter and just talk about your day. You don't know what it is like the come home to dinner on the table and a whole family happy to greet you and ecstatic that you are home. You don't know what it is like to be a part of a family." I saw Charlie's face get even madder, but I also saw the understanding on his face. He knew I was right.

"But it is not like you never had the chance. No, you had more than enough chances. You have a wife and a daughter, Charlie, that you put on the backburner for all of those 'things' that you believe brings you happiness. So because of your obsession with money and power you ended up with a wife that became so depressed, she drinks away her sorrows and sleeps around with anything with a pulse. And you have a daughter. A daughter who spent her whole life under the allusion that money can buy you any type of happiness. A daughter who never knew the meaning of true love or hard work.

"But now she does. I know what true love feels like and I know that money doesn't always come to people so easily. I know happiness, friendship, and the love of a family now, and you have tried over and over again to take that away from me. What kind of father does that?" I asked rhetorically.

"Maybe what you said it right, Isabella." He started. "But he just doesn't belong."

I scoffed at his words. I thought, by the look on his face, that he may be seeing things for the way they truly were. Maybe he did, but he is just too stubborn for his own good. Oh well, I guess Rome wasn't built in a day.

"You know what, I give up. I really do. So I am going to leave now, and I don't want to see you or hear from you until you decide to get your head out of your ass and apologize to Edward. I can't deal with your shit anymore." I walked past him and out the door. I could hear him calling for me but I didn't care. I will never give him another chance to hurt Edward again. If one day in the future, he decides to apologize to me and Edward and prove to me he has changed, maybe I will give him a chance.

I stormed out of the house and noticed all of the stares I was getting from everyone I passed. I kept my eyes to the front door and ignored all of them. I don't need any of them. I went out to the car and made my way to Carlisle and Esme's where I am sure Edward probably was. I need to see him and make sure he knows that everything my father said was nonsense. I know Edward enough to know that he is probably letting what he said get to his head and I don't want Edward to have to revert back to that mindset.

I pulled up to Carlisle and Esme's house and practically ran to the door. I knocked on the door repeatedly and heard footsteps making their way to answer it; it was Esme.

"Bella! Oh honey, are you alright?" She asked with concern.

"I'll be fine, is Edward here?" I asked.

"Oh I'm sorry dear, but he went home almost as soon as he got here." I sighed in defeat and my shoulders slouched. "Come inside, Bella, just for a moment, I am here if you want to talk."

I nodded my head slowly and walked through the threshold. I walked with Esme to the living room and sat down on the couch with my head in my hands. I felt Esme sit next to me. "Carlisle brought Edward and the girls home, right?"

"Yes, he had to go into work anyway so he brought them on his way."

I nodded my head. "How was he?" I asked as my voice cracked.

"He was…he was doing okay I guess. I didn't really see him too much because he ran for the girls as soon as he got here. He left soon after and he looked pretty upset." A tear fell from my eye. "Oh Bella, I am sure he will be fine, he just needs some time, what actually happened?"

"I'm sure you know about what happened to Edward's brother?"

"Yes, Jack, he was one of Carlisle's best students, he used to rant and rave about him a lot. He was devastated when he died, especially how he died." She said sadly.

"Yeah, it was horrible and Edward blames himself for it." I looked at Esme and saw the look of sympathy on her face. "I mean he used to. I am almost positive that he finally put that behind him…until tonight. My father said some horrible things to Edward, which included telling him it was his fault Jack died."

I heard Esme gasp. "That is a horrid thing to say to someone."

"I know it is, and he also told Edward that in the end, he will end up destroying me and the girls, and it looked like Edward believed him. He was finally getting over that, and my dad had to just ruin that for him." I said as my hands started shaking and I began to cry.

Esme wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry, Bella."

"I just hate it when he gets so down on himself."

"Well you don't really know how he is right now; maybe he isn't as upset as you think he is. Why don't you just go home, talk to him, and get everything sorted out. If you need me, you know I am just a phone call away." I nodded my head and then turned to hug Esme.

"Thank you." I said and then walked to leave the house.

When I arrived home, I checked the whole downstairs to see Edward, nor the girls were there. It was uncharacteristically quiet so I went upstairs next. I checked both of the girls' rooms and saw they were empty. Last I checked our room and found them. They were all sleeping on mine and Edward's huge bed. Edward was in the middle with a girl at each side. He had his arm wrapped protectively around both of them.

I walked up to them and kissed each of them on the forehead. I left Edward for last and hoped and prayed that he would be okay when he got up. I decided to leave them alone and go work on cleaning some of the dishes that were just sitting in the sink so I would have to do less before dinner, considering it was only 3 o'clock.

I was on my last plate when I heard footsteps walking down the stairs. I could tell from the light foot falls that it wasn't Edward. I put the clean plate in the strainer and looked toward the entrance of the kitchen to see Harper in the doorway, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Hey, baby." I said with as much enthusiasm I could muster. She walked over to me and gave me a hug.

"Hi, Mommy." She said simply. It was just two little words, but that phrase produced a comfortable warm feeling in my heart.

I grabbed her hand and walked out to the living room. We both sat down on the couch and Harper curled into my side. "Did you have a good nap?" I asked.

"Yeah I guess, but Daddy is sad again." She said.

Of course Harper would pick up on that. "I know he is."

"Did you guys get in a fight?" She asked while looking up at me.

"No, no, it was nothing like that. There was just a man that said some mean things to your Dad. But let's not bother him about it okay? Because I am sure he doesn't really want to talk about it."

"Okay." She sighed. We sat there in silence for a while. "Mommy?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Why do people have to be so mean to Daddy when he is so nice?" She asked curiously.

"I don't know, sweetie. I just don't know."


He was finally putting the girls to bed after dinner and their baths. He has been quiet ever since he woke up from his nap and I could tell that he was indeed very upset about everything that went on. I was going to ask him if he wanted to talk about it, but I knew it wasn't a conversation we should have in front of the girls.

So he tried his best to be normal for the girls, but I could still catch that sad look in his eyes every once in a while. During the rest of the day I tried to stop him as much as I could and just give him a kiss and tell him I love him because I could see my Edward slowly fading. He would always kiss me back and tell me he loved me back, but I could tell he was just trying to hold it together.

I was wiping down the island when I heard Edward walking into the kitchen. He sat down on the stool of the island and folded his arms over the surface. I walked over to him and rubbed my hand along his back.

"Are you okay, babe?"

He abruptly got up from the stool and then ran his hands through his hair. "No. No I'm not."

"Edward, you shouldn't have listened to anything he said." I said while looking at him as he pulled at his hair.

"Why shouldn't I? We all know every word he said was true." He said while lifting his hands up and letting them fall in defeat. Don't leave me now, my Edward.

"That is not true and you know it."

"No." He yelled. "It is true and you just don't want to admit to yourself that you have tied yourself to someone who will undoubtedly ruin your life."

I stood dumbfounded at his words. "Don't say stuff like that Edward. It. Is. Not. True." I said while raising my voice and enunciating each word to prove my point.

"Okay, so maybe I won't 'ruin' it per say, but I can never give you everything you need."

"Edward you give me everything I need."

"Bella, I couldn't even spend more than $500 on your fucking engagement ring. That is some sad shit, and you deserve so much more than that."

"I happen to love my ring Edward, and I am glad you didn't spend a ridiculous amount of money on it because honestly, I think that is a waste of money."

"Well maybe, but I am also taking advantage of you!" He yelled.

"What the hell are you talking about, Edward?" I expected him to be upset, but I wasn't expecting him to blow up like this and spout out ridiculous and inaccurate nonsense.

"Look at me, I make you spend the whole day watching my daughters while we live in your house and I am working at a job that doesn't even pay that well. You do all of this stuff for me and for us but I can't even buy you a decent fucking engagement ring." He shouted. His face was getting red and he was really getting upset. He seemed more upset with himself than me and it was pissing me off.

"Why do you always go back to the ring? I told you already that that stuff doesn't matter to me. Why are you being so dramatic and immature?"

"Oh, so now I am immature." He stated.

"Yes right now you are. I tell you something and it just goes in one ear and out the other. You don't even trust me enough to listen to what I am saying."

"That's bullshit, you know I trust you." He sneered at me.

"Then show it, damn it!" I yelled and slammed my hand against the top of the island. "Show it by not listening to what my father told you, Edward. I know you more than he does, so don't you think you should listen to me?"

"But you are biased because you know me more, you can't see the reality of how screwed up I am." I shook my head as he was talking and the tears began to fall down my cheeks. "You don't know what goes on in my head and how much it kills me, every fucking day when I think about all you have done for me and how little I have done in return." He said defeated. He was shouting but his voice cracked at the end and it was killing me to see him so broken.

"I don't know any other way to say it Edward I really don't."

"You don't have to say it, Bella." He said calming down just a little bit. He ran his hands through his hair again and it was sticking up in every which way. "Do you know who else gave up everything to help me? Do you know who helped me with everything and I gave back absolutely nothing?" He asked but he answered before I could. "Jack. My fucking big brother stopped his life to help me financially, emotionally, mentally." He said while hitting the side of his head in his building anger I could see the tears in his eyes and I just wanted to hold him, but I knew he had to get this out.

"I gave my brother nothing in return, absolutely nothing. And look where he is now. My brother is dead. He is fucking dead. I can't even think about if that could one day be you. I would never be able to live with myself if something like that happened to you because of me." A tear finally fell down from his eye and I went up to him to bring him close to me, but when I went to wrap my arms around him, he pulled away from me. "I have to get out of here."

"What?" I asked disbelieving. Please God, don't make him leave me.

"I just need time to breath, Bella." He said sounding so broken.

"Edward, please don't go. I will go, just stay here and calm down a little bit." I told him, but he made his way to the door.

"I just need some air, Bella. I will be back." He said as he shrugged his jacket on and opened the door.

I didn't want to let him go, but I also didn't want him to get mad at me or anything for trying to control him. "I love you, Edward." I said while sniffling and watching him walk out the door. He stopped in his place and stood there for a second. He finally turned around.

"I love you, too." He mumbled and then walked out the door and shut it behind him. I looked out the window and watched as he got into his car and drove off.


I looked over to the clock on the cable box below the TV. I stopped wiping the tears from my cheeks about an hour ago because it was a useless effort. I sat curled up on the couch waiting for him to come back. It was just a little after midnight and I was beginning to become worried. I tried calling his cell phone to only hear his ringtone coming from the kitchen.

I had my phone clutched to my chest, hoping that he would somehow find a payphone and just call me to tell me he is alright. I shouldn't have let him go, he was so upset with himself and I should have made him stay and make him see my side. I knew he would come back; he would come back at least for the girls. But it didn't stop me from worrying about him when he was gone. My mind was going a million miles a minute thinking about what could go wrong every second that he is away.

Then finally, around half past midnight, I heard keys jiggling in the lock and the sound of the door opening; it was like music to my ears. I heard him walking to the kitchen and I heard his keys clash against the counter. I wanted to go to him and look him over and make sure he was okay, but I didn't want to smother him and I was just too damn tired to get up.

He walked out of the kitchen after he threw his keys down and then I heard him walk to the living room where I was. My back was to him because of my position on the couch but I could hear him, I could feel him.

I was going to turn around to see him but I could already hear him walk toward me. He still had his sneakers on and I could hear them squeak against the hardwood floor. It must have been raining. I heard him kick them off right next to me. Then I felt him lie down behind me and pull me to his chest. I could feel his hands were freezing as he clasped his hand over mine over my stomach. I could feel the wetness of his clothes through the fabric on my back and his cheek was cold against my warm one. He pulled me close to his chest and I felt a new round of tears fall. He's safe.

"I'm so sorry, love." He said in my ear and I held on tighter to his hand.

"S'okay." I said through my tears and sniffles.

"No it's not. You didn't deserve that. You were right, I was being immature and I can't tell you how sorry I am for that." I let go of his hand and rolled over so that I was facing him and could see his handsome face. He pulled me close to him and it felt so good to just be chest-to-chest, heart-to-heart, and I could finally see him. His eyes looked sad but I could tell he was getting better.

"It's okay, Edward. I should be the one saying sorry. I was the reason you had to even go through that with my father."

"No. You have no reason to apologize; I was the one being an asshole. You were right, I shouldn't listen to what your father, or anyone for that matter, says. I love you and I trust you with everything inside of me and I should just take your word for it. I trust that if I do something or don't do something that you think I should be doing, you will tell me."

"That's all I was trying to tell you." I said as I put my hands on his flushed and cold cheeks and brought his forehead to mine. He still held on tight to me and ran his hands up and down my back.

"I know. I am just stupid sometimes and need extra time to figure things out."I laughed softly at his words and brought his lips to mine. It felt so good to have his lips on mine again and I reveled in it.

I pulled away after a while and then put my forehead back to his. "I thought you were going to leave me." I whispered.

He lifted his head higher so he could place a kiss on my forehead. "I could never leave you, my Bella. I can't live without you."

"Same here." I said as I pulled in closer to him and pressed my head against his chest, right below his chin.

"So I guess today was kind of our first fight." He said.

"Yeah I guess it was." I said with my eyes closed in contentment and tracing random patterns on his back. "So what did you think of our first fight?" I asked.

"It sucked. But this feels good right here." He said while holding me tighter to prove his point.

"Mmm, yes it does. But what does suck, is knowing this definitely won't be our last."

"That is true, but at least we both know that no matter what we say, or what kind of fights we get in, we will always love each other."

"That is also true. What do you say we make an agreement right now?"

"Okay, what kind of agreement?"

"Whenever we get in a fight, and one of us leaves the room or even the house in our anger, we have to promise to at least tell each other we love each other before that person leaves."

"You know, you can be really smart sometimes, Bella." I pulled away so I could look at his face and I smacked his chest.

"Only sometimes?" I asked.

"Alright, all the time then. You are always smart," He said and then kissed my cheek. "beautiful..." Then the other cheek. "caring…" Then my forehead. "funny…" Then my nose, which caused me to giggle. "amazing…" Then the right corner of my mouth. "unselfish…" Then the left. "Great in bed…" I cracked up laughing at his sudden change of course as he laughed along with me and then kissed my chin. He looked in my eyes "And you will always be my Bella, and I will always love you." Then my lips.

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

Hate Me, by Blue October


Oh my god I am glad that is over. I was planning on getting this chapter out yesterday, but I had to re-do it a bunch of times because it just didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. But now I think I like the way I turned out, but what about you guys? Do you think Bella dealt with Charlie okay? What about Edward and Bella's little fight?

I would really appreciate if a lot of you would tell me how this chapter was because this is the one I had the most trouble writing so far. I am so thankful to all who have reviewed and made my story have almost 900 reviews. That is just crazy and I never thought that was going to happen to me. Ever. Especially since this is my first story. I feel so lucky, and it is all thanks to you guys.

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