When Day Ends and Night Begins
A Twilight Fan Fiction
By Puppetstrings19
Disclaimer:
All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
This story contains underage drug and alcohol use, profanity, discussion of sex and sexually explicit acts. Mature readers only please.
This story is Unbeta'ed! Please forgive the occasional grammatical errors. I'm only human, after all.
Chapter 29: Battle Scars
"Jesus fucking Christ!" I groan. "Forks is making me crazy!"
I was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom with Rosalie and Edward, letting Rosalie nurse my swollen lip with some antibacterial solution she found in Lauren's stupid bathroom. Rosalie made some snide comment about not knowing what was up Laruen Mallory's fingernails; therefore, I eagerly let her clean up the small wound.
"These people are crazy," Rosalie laughed. "And Lauren had it coming. She must be seriously sprung on Edward or something because I don't know what the hell pushed her to do something so fucking insane."
My eyes flickered to Edward who was sitting perched on the tub across from me. He didn't look as upset as I did. This surprised me because she didn't only embarrass me, but she had embarrassed him as well.
"I didn't even know she had a thing for me. Not until you brought it up that night in my car," Edward frowned.
"I just don't get it. She's hated me from the start," I hissed.
"I don't get it either," Rosalie added. "She's been on the squad for a year and hasn't ever done anything this crazy. I didn't even know she had a crush on you."
I watched Rosalie's eyes flicker to Edward through the bathroom mirror.
"But why would she make all that shit up?" I snapped again.
Edward shook his head looking utterly bewildered.
"Maybe Edward hasn't given her the attention she wants?" Rosalie assumed.
"That's all?" I asked surprised.
"Bella, there are some crazy people in this world," Rosalie said as she dropped a used cotton swap into the wastebasket. "Lauren is obviously a boy-crazy, psycho, bitch! Forget about her."
I rolled my eyes. How could I forget about this?
I was so mad at myself for lashing out at her, but I was so fucking humiliated from the way she approached me like that in front of everyone. The girl fucking attacked me. How could I not defend myself? This girl brought out a side of me that I didn't even know existed. She made me into some weird animalistic, jealous, controlling girlfriend. She made me momentarily distrust Edward.
My eyes flickered to him. Edward was watching me, his eyes curiously roaming over my face, trying to read my mind.
It would take me years to forget how embarrassed he made Lauren feel when he accused her of being a liar and laughed at her when she tried to defend herself saying, 'well, you used to text me before she came around.'
Apparently Edward had been texting her, months ago. But supposedly they were friendly text's here and there, asking about homework assignments or addresses to parties in town. Edward told me that nothing had ever gone further than that.
"Fuck her," I murmured softly to myself.
She verbally attacked me and had even fucking slapped me. She was asking for a fight. She provoked me.
I clenched my fist involuntarily. My face was still burning.
There was a sudden quick rap against the door.
"Bella? Rose? It's me, Alice!"
I couldn't suppress my eye roll, which caused Edward and Rosalie to chuckle at me.
"I don't know why you're so calm," I hissed to Edward. "She's spreading rumors about you too."
"Bella," Edward said, his mouth falling open in shock. "I don't give a shit what people think about me. You know that already. I don't give a damn about Lauren or Kirk or Riley or any of those assholes."
My eyes traveled over his face. He looked slightly… amused.
"I thought you didn't care either," he said. He was teasing me now.
"I don't," I snapped. "But she was in my face. I haven't seen you turn down a fight."
Edward threw his head back in short, raspy laugh.
"Touché," he murmured.
I reached up and stroked a tentative finger over the tiny, healing cut on Edward's eyebrow. The one Riley had given him.
"Now we'll both have battle scars," I murmured softly to him.
He frowned, reaching his hand up to cup mine as he leaned into my touch.
"What's up?" Rosalie asked as she opened the door for Alice.
"I just wanted to see how you guys are doing," Alice said. Her eyes were wide as she took in my bruised cheek and bloody lip. "That poor mouth," she said with a deep frown.
"I'm fine," I said. "Its not too bad."
I couldn't tell if Alice's sympathy was real or not.
"Well, Lauren looks way more fucked up than you do. You pulled out some of her extensions," Alice said with a wide smile.
This caused Rosalie to bust up laughing.
"I thought you were friends with Lauren," I frowned.
"I am," Alice stammered. "But what she did… That was really fucked up. Anyone can see that."
"The only person she embarrassed was herself," Edward murmured dryly.
"Spreading rumors about you in front of the entire party and then being proven wrong?" Rosalie added. "Yeah… Forks High is going to have a field day."
"I can't even believe Lauren threw Tanya in your face too," Alice gasped. "What a bitch."
My eyes flickered to Edward and I saw him roll his eyes at Alice in exasperation.
"Did you really break up with her?" I asked softly, unable to stop myself.
"No," he snapped, shaking his head at me. "Tanya was never my girlfriend, I told you that. I don't know how Lauren got it in her head, but Tanya and I didn't have some huge dramatic breakup when we stopped seeing each other. It was not at all like that."
I cringed. It was Edward and I who had the huge dramatic breakup. Maybe Lauren was confusing me with Tanya. I cringed again. I didn't want to talk or think about Tanya anymore.
"Isn't Tyler hooking up with Tanya now anyway?" Rosalie interjected.
"I don't know," Edward shrugged. "I need a beer."
"Me too," I agreed.
"Let's go downstairs and enjoy the rest of our night," Rosalie suggested.
"I don't think that's such a good idea," I groaned. "This is Lauren's house. Don't you think I should leave?"
"No," Alice and Rosalie said in unison.
"She'll look like a stupid idiot if she kicks you out after you beat her ass," Rosalie said matter-of-factly. "And anyway, we can just hang out outside."
I sat up from the toilet and looked myself over in the mirror. The cut on my lip was minor, just a little red gash and my cheek had a purple bruise, but very little swelling. My hair looked wild and choppy from my hairspray and I ran my fingers through it, trying my best to tame it.
Whatever.
Edward sat up and draped his arm casually around my shoulders as he led me out of the bathroom. I couldn't help but feel totally awkward as I walked back through the house towards the back door. Everyone was scrutinizing me, giving me wide smiles, some thumbs up, or ugly sneers and other expressions of obvious distaste. But luckily my friends seemed to be at ease and they walked grouped around me, shielding me. Especially Edward.
He moved casually and confidently through groups of dancing people, his confidence slowly radiating onto me. When we got to the back door, he shifted, his arm sliding down mine where he grasped my hand and led me out towards the keg and tubs of beer.
I noticed with a smirk that the DJ had ceased the pop/rap music and was now playing some Rage Against the Machine. Renegades of Funk was blaring through the speakers and I found myself nodding my head in appreciation. This was more my style and I felt myself growing a bit more comfortable already.
Lauren's backyard was very big and very clean. It was mostly all concrete and brick, elegantly decorated with many fruit trees, planters, lights and lounge chairs. There was even a small bonfire roaring to life.
"It's nice out here," I murmured reluctantly to Edward.
"Esme designed it," he responded as he twisted the cap off of a beer before handing it to me.
"Really?" I asked in shock.
"Is it really that surprising?" he teased.
I glanced around. Light neutral colors, stones, glass, and greenery. It was definitely Esme's style.
"I guess it's not," I said to Edward.
I watched him take a long swig from his beer.
"She's been asking about you," he said. "I didn't tell her what happened."
I nodded slowly.
"I was too embarrassed," he added, defeated.
"Does she still want me to show her how to make that cake?" I asked with a small smile.
Edward reached up and brushed his thumb along my bottom lip. He purposefully avoided the cut.
"I think she does," he said. "Would you like to come over and show her some time?"
"Yes," I said.
It was difficult to have an intimate conversation like this while loud alternative rock music was blasting through the amplifiers.
Edward swooped down and gave me a long, lingering kiss before he grabbed my hand in led me through the backyard to where Mike, Tyler and Austin stood beneath a large beige canopy, passing around a pipe and blowing smoke into the brisk air.
"Hey Bella," the three boys greeted me.
"You don't look too bad after being in a cat fight," Tyler mused. "You should see Lauren. She looks all fucked up."
"Why?" I asked. "I barely even hit her."
"Apparently you threw your beer at her," Mike said with an amused smile.
I stared at him wide-eyed. I did have a beer in my hands when Lauren approached me, but I couldn't really remember what I had done with it. Did I really throw it at her?
The DJ was an eclectic soul. He bounced around between modern alternative, to classic pop, rock, underground rap, and contemporary hip-hop, keeping the audience constantly on their toes. And now he chose Don't Fear the Reaper by the Blue Oyster Cult. I laughed at this. How could I not? It was so random.
"Cowbell!" Mike suddenly yelled to Edward. "I gotta have more cowbell!"
Edward, Mike, Tyler and Austin broke out into a loud roar of laugher, all four of them doubling over in hysterics and punching each other affectionately on the shoulder. I stared at them with wide eyes, utterly confused.
"SNL!" Edward said to me. His arms were wrapped tightly around himself as he continued to laugh. "Will Ferrell and Christopher Walken."
I shook my head.
"No?" Edward asked surprised. "You've never seen it?"
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Mike gasped. "You've never seen Will Ferrell's SNL skit?"
I shook my head again.
I watched as Mike and Edward pulled out their phones eagerly using their search engines.
"I got it," Mike called triumphantly. And then he passed me his phone.
It was a scene from Saturday Night Live, one of Will Ferrell's skits. He, Jimmy Fallon and a few others were dressed up as the band members of Blue Oyster Cult. Throughout the video, Will Ferrell was dancing around wearing a tight short shirt while banging on a cowbell. Throughout the video, there were many scenes where Christopher Walken, who was some kind of studio director, came out asking for 'more cowbell.' I cracked a smile and giggled a few times, but my reaction was nowhere near as dramatic as the four boys standing around me. They all hovered over my shoulders trying to watch. You couldn't even really hear the video over the loud DJ, but the four of them busted up in hysterically anyway.
"Come on, baby!" Edward gasps, pulling me away from his friends. "Dance with me."
I chuckled at him before I quickly shoved Mikes phone back into his pocket.
Edward spun me around quickly before pulling me tightly into his arms, his hips moving against mine as he danced in loose circles around our friends. One of his hands held mine while the other grasped my waist. I giggled softly, always surprised by his ease and confidence.
"Come on baby… don't fear the Reaper," Edward sang with a wide smile. "Baby take my hand… don't fear the Reaper. We'll be able to fly… don't fear the Reaper. Baby I'm your man…"
I giggled again, unable to contain myself as he spun me around once more. Somehow, this gorgeous man was able to make even saddest song sound funny and cute and romantic. Oh, the irony.
"I know it's probably lame," Edward said to me. "But I really do like this song."
I smiled at him again, letting him continuously spin me around until the DJ eventually dissolved the song it a Katy Perry and Kanye West number.
I groaned and tried to pull away from Edward, but his grip on me was tight.
"I love this song!" I heard Rosalie scream.
She had just yanked Emmett over to us, followed closely by Alice, Jasper, Mike, Jessica, Tyler, Austin and a couple of girls I didn't know. Rosalie was the most eager however as she spun around in Emmett's arms, thrusting her ass out against his crotch.
"You're… so… hypnotizing!" she sang loudly, her hands thrown up in the air. "Could you be the devil? Could you be an angel?"
I rolled my eyes and tried again to pull away from Edward.
He wasn't having that. He smiled down at me, pulling me tight against his body as he began to sway, forcing my hips to mimic his while he bobbed his body and head to the music.
"No," I groaned. I really didn't like this song.
"Come on baby," Edward laughed.
He dipped down, rubbing his nose against mine before gently nipping my chin with his teeth. I was instantly lightheaded and melting in his arms. Some things never change.
I succumbed to his relentless persistence and allowed him to make me move, thrusting against me, just as our friends did. Dancing was so odd and so… vulgar. I mean, everyone around was dryhumping for crying out loud.
"Bella," Edward's voice was smooth in my ear. Liquid honey running down my spine.
My eyes were instantly on his.
"Just go with it," he said with a smile.
One of his hands slipped up my back and into my hair where he wove his fingers around my thick locks and tugged. My chin was held high, my lips parted slightly as I gazed up at him. His eyes were smoldering pools of jade. I could see the flecks of gold in them. He stared down at me hungrily, a small smirk on his perfect lips.
Honestly, dryhumping in public with Edward to a lame pop song really wasn't that bad.
His hand in my hair loosed before his fingers drifting towards my jaw and then down my neck to where he pulled on the collar of my jacket, exposing my shoulder. His eyes searched mine for another moment before he dipped, placing a hot wet kiss on my exposed flesh. His kiss sent electric shockwaves to my clit, making me tremble against him.
"I love when you do that," he murmured into my hair.
I trembled again. His lips, his voice, his hands, it was all too much. I felt my panties dampen from my arousal.
Edward's eyes were on me again and he knew what he was doing. He pushed his knee between my legs, dipping us lower, forcing me to grind against his thigh. I jumped from the sensation as sweat broke out on my brow.
His smirk was small, but knowing. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
"Wait," I gasped, but my words were feeble. I didn't really want to stop.
"I'm not doing anything." His voice was smooth, like velvet, but I could feel his erection now, pressing against my thigh.
Oh God.
His eyes were on mine, scorching with desire, watching me gasp for air now. My body was trembling as Edward gripped my hips, forcing my crotch to rub against his thigh repeatedly.
"I want you," I panted softly.
His eyes instantly went wide.
I didn't care that we were in front of our friends; I wanted him so bad.
I watched Edward's jaw flex and his adam's apple bob as she swallowed.
"Come on," he groaned huskily as he pulled me away from our dancing friends, towards the back door of the house.
We reached the steps, when Edward suddenly paused. He glanced around for a moment and then he turned, pulling me towards the gate that divided the backyard from the front. I watched as he reached up, undoing the small clasp on the wooden fence before pulling me through the doorway and shutting the gate door tightly behind us. It was dark here and I was on him in an instant.
As soon as he turned to face me, I threw myself at him. My mouth was on his, sucking, my teeth raking against his full top lip as my body crashed against his. He released a soft groan as he stumbled backwards, knocking into the gate. But I didn't stop. I couldn't. His fingers slid into my hair as his tongue pushed forcefully into my mouth. I gasped, tightening my hold on his jacket and forced my body closer to his. My body was craving him, a physical reaction I couldn't suppress. My hands fisted into his hair as my right leg hooked around his hip. Edward moaned again, turning us so that he could crush me against the gate and pull me up into his arms. He was so strong, lifting me easily so that I could straddle his hips. My hands instantly left his hair and fumbled with his t-shirt yanking it up, exposing his chest.
"Oh God," I whimpered, when his mouth moved to suck on my jaw and neck.
His hands were beneath my shirt, yanking my tank top and bra up and away from my breasts, exposing me to his eager mouth. I whimpered softly as his lips closed around my nipples, which hardened beneath his tongue and lips. I had to fight back my scream.
"Fuck, Bella," he gasped as he thrust his dick against me.
His mouth was on mine again as he stumbled around blindly before placing my ass down on solid surface. As soon as I was sitting, his hands when straight to my jeans, popping the button open and yanking my zipper down. I broke the kiss momentarily to glance around me. I was on the trunk of an old beat-up car in a dark abandoned area between two houses. I could see the front yard from where we were. I hesitated momentarily, but soon surrendered to my desire for him. It was very dark here. The only sounds I could hear were coming from Edward's soft groans and the loud music beyond the fence we had just come through.
And then Edward tugged on my pants, pulling them down to my knees.
I gasped, but didn't pull away. Instead, I reached for his jeans, freeing his erection, my hand going straight to the smooth skin of his hard dick. He moaned loudly when my hand gripped him, stroking him slowly, but tightly.
"Fuck, baby," he gasped. His face was all screwed up, swimming with need and desire.
"I want you," I moaned.
Edward withdrew a condom from his pocket before he tugged my jeans and panties down, freeing my left leg. I watched him slip the thin latex over his dick before he pulled me towards him. His hand was on me, cupping my sex, fingering me, spreading my arousal all over me. I shivered against him as his fingers rolled against my clit.
"Please," I gasped. My body was on ignited, fire running through my veins.
He positioned himself at my center and I jerked towards him involuntarily, too eager, unable to wait for him to push into me. We both gasped as he filled me. I was panting now, my hands in his hair and on his shoulders as I rolled my hips against him.
"Christ, Bella," he gasped and then he began to move.
His thrusts were quick and eager, but I kept up with him easily, knowing his pace, knowing his body. I stayed sitting up, my chest flush against his, rocking against him as he pounded into me. The angle I was at was doing amazing things to my body. He filled me fully while my clit rubbed deliciously against his pelvis, slowly bringing me closer to my climax.
"Edward, I'm close," I gasped.
His smell was intoxicating, all musky, Old Spice and delicious, almost as delicious as his taste. Our tongues swirled together matching our thrusts. It was too much.
My body began moving faster, riding him, eagerly seeking my release. He felt it. He gripped my hips and pulled me towards him so that my ass hung off the edge of the car. I gasped; falling back onto my right elbow while my other hand gripped his jacket, keeping him close to me. This gave him a better angle and allowed him to fondle my clit. I came undone instantly.
"Shit!" I cried, my body convulsing as my insides constricted around him.
Edward came immediately with me, groaning softly in the crook of my neck as he jerked against me, spilling himself into me. We collapsed in a heap onto the car. Edward's face stayed buried in my neck while I held him, gasping out into the cold night air. My mind was swimming with euphoria as I gazed around and the thick green trees and foggy night sky.
After a moment, Edward slowly eased out of me.
"Did you plan this?" I asked as I sat up.
I watched him pull the condom off and expose of it in a nearby bush. I cringed.
"Not at all," he chuckled. "I was going to take you to my car, but you attacked me."
I giggled, pulling on my panties and jeans. Edward watched me the entire time, his eyes hooded while a small smile tugged at his lips.
"But… you did plan on… having sex, then," I stated as my cheeks flushed red.
"I don't know," Edward said softly, shrugging his shoulders.
"You had a condom on you," I mused.
I watched a playful smirk pull at Edward's lips.
"I'm always thinking of you Bella," Edward said softly. "Your face, your body…" I watched his eyes drift down the length of me. "You. You're always on my mind. So yeah, I'd rather be safe than sorry."
I giggled at the way he accentuated the word 'safe.'
Edward's eyes lingered on me for a moment longer, watching my every move.
"What?" I asked nervously as I pulled my bra and shirt down.
"Nothing," he said, shaking his head slightly. "You're just… so cute."
I blushed, looking away.
He approached me slowly, his fingers raking into my hair, pushing it out of my face.
"Look at me," he whispered.
I glanced up at him.
His thumb brushed along the bottom edge of my lip, again avoiding the small cut.
"So beautiful," he whispered softly. His words were barely audible.
I felt my stomach quiver from his penetrating gaze. His eyes looked dark in the dim lighting as they bore deep into mine.
"I love you," I murmured softly. I felt the muscles in my stomach tighten even more as I anticipated his response.
His eyes flickered slightly, and this lips twisted in a small crooked smile. I felt myself smile in return.
"I love you more," he said.
Edward helped me find my lost left shoe, and then we made our way back to the party. I couldn't keep the stupid wide grin off my face, as we walked back into the house and out into the backyard. His hand was deep in my back jean pocket and ever little while he'd give my butt-cheek as soft grasp.
The party was still in full flow, everything looking very drunk and high. I was happy I wasn't intoxicated. I had only had half of two different beers.
"Where have you been?" Emmett asked as he suddenly approached us.
I smiled up at him. If only he knew.
"Rosalie's been looking for you," Emmett scolded. "She's in the house. Apparently your dad has been calling nonstop."
I gasped, turning to Edward, watching him fish out his phone.
"Shit, its 1:50," he groaned. "I was supposed to have you home early."
"Uh-uh…" I stammered before I turned and darted into the house.
I glanced around, desperately seeking Rosalie. I had forgotten that I left my phone in her purse. And then I found her, coming down the stairs.
"Bella!" she snapped angrily as she moved towards me.
I sighed, feeling like a stupid child.
"I know, I know," I groaned. "Give me my phone."
13 missed calls and they were all from Charlie.
Edward was waiting for my by the front door so I didn't even bother calling out a goodbye to my friends. We rushed out into the street, laughing at our idiocy as we moved quickly towards his Volvo… when I suddenly tripped over a piece of broken concrete sticking out from the ground.
I screamed once before landed, sprawled out in the middle of the street.
Just my luck.
"Fuck!" I heard Edward snap before he was suddenly beside me, yanking me up.
"Ow!" I flinched. My ankle again… and my hands.
Peering down at them, I saw that the raw scratches were already starting to bleed.
"Jesus, Christ, Bella!" he snapped again as he grabbed my hands and inspected them.
"I have two left feet!" I complained in defense. "What do you want me to say?"
I watched a mixture of emotions flicker across his face before he suddenly burst out laughing.
I rolled my eyes at him and then turned, and tried unsuccessfully to walk to his car.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm walking home," I grumbled.
His hands suddenly slipped around my waist, stopping me.
"I'm sorry," he murmured into my ear.
And then he moved in front of me, pulling my right arm over his right shoulder before hoisting me onto his back. His hands instantly slid under my thighs before he set off back down the street towards his Volvo.
"Charlie's gonna be pissed," he murmured. "First a cut lip, a bruised cheek and now an injured foot. He's never gonna let me take you out again."
"I'll just tell him I fell," I said. "Its possible."
Edward snorted. Our walk down the block didn't last long, mostly because Edward moved so quickly. My weight didn't seem to bother him at all.
"What do you think Charlie's gonna say?" I asked as Edward placed me gently into the passenger seat.
"I don't know," he murmured as he climbed in. "But I bet he's going to be pissed."
I gulped.
"Are you nervous?" he asked.
"No," I lied.
We stared at each other for a moment before we both released small nervous chuckles. And then fifteen minutes later, we pulled into Charlie's driveway.
"Wish me luck," I murmured before I turned to climb out of the Volvo.
Edward's door slammed softly in response and I spun around surprised, staring into the empty drivers seat. Glancing around, I watched as Edward jogged around to my door. Once he was on my side, he pulled my door open and crouched down with his back to me.
"Climb on," he said softly.
I sighed and then allowed him to pull me onto his back and walk me to the front door.
"What are you doing?" I whispered softly into Edward's ear.
"I'm going to apologize to Charlie," Edward said. His tone was low but confident. I could see the determination on his face.
"Why?" I hissed.
"I've just recently got him to start liking me again," he hissed back. "I don't want to ruin that because we lost track of time."
I blushed as I recalled just why we had lost track of time.
Edward seemed to have sensed my sudden spike in body heat because he turned to peer at me over his shoulder with a small smirk on his lips.
I rolled my eyes and looked away as my blush deepened.
We reached the porch just as Charlie pulled the front door open. He was still in his jeans and grey flannel, but his hair was wild and disheveled.
"Chief Swan," Edward greeted. His chin was held high, his voice clear and confidant. He somehow managed to look self-assured even with me on his back. "I want to apologize to you for not bringing Bella home at a more decent hour. We were with some friends, and I accidently lost track of time."
I noticed that Edward left me completely out of this, making sure he took on all of the responsibility of our tardiness. He was trying to reassure Charlie that it is was in no way my fault.
I suppressed a grin.
"I understand if you are upset with me for bringing Bella home so late," Edward continued. "And so I'm here to ask for your forgiveness."
I was watching Charlie, gauging his reaction. He looked very surprised by Edward's apology.
"I appreciate your apology, Edward," Charlie said in a gruff voice. "But I am her father and I am very upset right now."
Charlie was pissed. My eyes flickered to Edward's profile involuntarily.
"I understand that, sir," Edward responded. "All I'm asking from you in return, is to understand that I would never, in no way, try to have any kind of bad influences on your daughter. I would never take advantage of her. I have your daughter's best interest at heart and I would never intentionally do anything to disrespect you or your family."
My eyes flickered back to Charlie.
"Well, like I've said, I appreciate your apology and I do trust your intentions," Charlie said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You've proved many things to me within the past couple of days, hell, even in the past couple of months. You rushed my daughter to the hospital, you brought her soft foods when she couldn't eat solids for a week and you even brought her home unscathed from the concert in Port Angeles… as surprising as that might be."
I saw Edward's lips curl in a soft smirk from Charlie's words.
"There is not doubt in my mind that you have my daughters best interest at heart, but that does not mean that that you have hurt her before and it doesn't mean that this slip up will go unnoticed by me. You may make the best decisions most of the time, but your tardiness will not go unnoticed. Bella is sixteen years old, Edward. You can't forget that."
I watched Charlie give Edward a very pointed look. I gulped.
"Just because you're eighteen now and free to make your own decisions, doesn't mean you have right to keep my daughter out all night, even if it was an accident. You should be happy that I turn a blind eye to your age difference."
"I know that, sir," Edward said. I felt him stand a little straighter, possibly preparing for a punishment I hoped wouldn't come.
"What happened to you anyway?" Charlie asked, now eyeing my face.
"I fell," I snapped before Edward could get a word out.
I heard Edward sigh beneath me.
"Can't say I'm surprised," Charlie said, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck.
Edward lowered me slowly onto the ground and helped me stagger over towards Charlie. Thank god I only had about one beer. But still, I kept my mouth tightly closed.
"Well goodnight, Edward," Charlie said dismissively.
"Goodnight, sir," Edward said. And then his eyes flickered to me.
"Dad," I said softly. "Can you give us a moment?"
Charlie glanced between Edward and I before releasing an exasperated sigh. He left us alone for a moment, though he did leave the door wide open.
Edward approached me slowly, a small smile on his lips.
"I miss you already," he murmured. "I'm sorry about tonight. The fight and all…"
I chuckled at this.
"Lauren is a crazy freak," I whispered. "I'm sorry that she embarrassed us."
"I don't care about what she says," Edward said softly. "I only care about you and your beautiful face." He rubbed his thumb against the bruise on my cheek.
I smiled softly.
Edward leaned down and gave me soft lingering kiss before he turned back towards his car.
"Call me tomorrow," he said before he climbed into his Volvo.
I stood on the porch and watched him speed down our street before disappearing around the corner.
Author's Note:
I'm sorry it took me so long to post the third update, which was supposed to be posted on Monday. My boyfriend got sick, so I spent most of the day taking care of him. Poor baby.
Anyway, I will be updating Friday/Saturday, Sunday and Monday as usual.
I have gotten many new readers/reviewers as of late. YAY FOR ME! Keep up the great REVIEWS, guys! You know I love 'em! :D
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