A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Finals for college were hard and I was cramming to study. The good news is I now have the whole summer to write! Thank you for all of your wonderful reviews. Please continue to do that because they help me write! Enjoy Chapter 36.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight and, again, I am not Taylor Swift.
CHAPTER 36:
ELLA'S POINT OF VIEW:
"Ready to go, Buddy?" Dad asked, coming up behind me.
"Yeah," I said, standing up.
The three of us left the church and continued down the road. The differences between the London now and the London from centuries ago were incredible. I kind of liked how they had kept some of it original. We were soon back at the city center that was blooming with life. It was around four-thirty, so had plenty of time to go to at least one more place. I tried to decide where to go, but there were just so many things that I couldn't decide. Mom was happy with whatever, and Dad didn't care as long as he got his fill of London.
"Have you decided where you want to go yet?" Dad asked.
"Hmm . . . could we check out the dungeon?" I asked.
"Sure! We're not too far away from it anyway."
While we were on our way to the dungeon, Dad's phone rang.
"Hello?" he answered.
I couldn't make out the words, but the voice on the other end sounded panicked and worried.
"What?!" Dad asked.
"Alice are you sure . . .?" Dad began.
There was a long pause while Dad listened into the phone.
"We're on the next flight home. Don't worry Honey, I'll be there as soon as possible," Dad said comfortingly, but his voice was strained.
Dad snapped his phone shut and dragged Mom and me by the arm to a secluded area.
"What's going on Carlisle?" Mom asked.
"Alice had a vision of the Volturi coming for us while we're here. She saw us leaving to go to Seattle, and them following. They're after us to kill," Dad said.
"Why? What happened?" Mom asked.
"Alice can't see the reason. All she can see if us standing in the clearing being slaughtered," Dad whispered.
My heart skipped a beat. This was all my fault.
"I'm so sorry," I cried.
"What are you talking about?" Dad asked, taking a few steps to stand by me.
"I know why the Volturi are mad," I said.
"Why?" Dad asked concernedly.
"B-Because I told someone the secret," I sobbed.
"You did WHAT?" Dad asked, disbelieving.
"It's true. On the second date with Dylan, I told him what you guys were. I really thought that he'd be with me forever, and I figured that telling him sooner just to get it over with would be easier. He thought I was crazy and didn't believe me. I'm not sure if I convinced him or not, but I did tell him what you are," I admitted.
"Ella, why would you do such a thing?" Mom asked. She didn't sound mad, just shocked.
"Like I said, I really thought that we'd be together forever," I cried.
"That still doesn't explain how the Volturi found out," Dad said.
"After we got back from Italy, I'd realized that I'd made a huge mistake. I wanted to talk to someone about it, but I didn't want to tell you guys because I didn't want to get in trouble. Dad, I went through the contact list on your phone and found Irina's number. I figured I'd call her because she would be the least likely to repeat it, or so I'd thought. Turns out I was very wrong," I sobbed.
Dad knelt in front of me and pulled me to the ground with him. He sat me on the pavement and looked into my eyes.
"Why would you be afraid to tell me something?" he asked softly.
"I already told you, I didn't want you to be mad," I said.
"What have I always told you?" he asked.
"About what?"
"About me being mad."
"I don't know," I said.
"I told you that I could never be mad at you. Disappointed, yes, but never mad at you. Ella, you are my beloved daughter. No matter what you do, I will never be angry at you. Maybe I will be angry at something you did, but never angry at you," Dad said.
"What's the difference?" I asked.
"You may not see it, but I do. Sweetheart, you are never a problem or a disappointment. Your actions maybe, but you could never be a disappointment in my eyes. You are a pure gift, one that I am very thankful for. My pool of love and patience and understanding for you is miles wide and a bottomless pit. How do I get that into your head? What do I need to do?"
"I don't deserve that Daddy. I made a huge mistake that's possibly costing everyone their lives," I sobbed.
"Ella, I would die for you. You are something that words can't describe, and nothing could EVER take that away. I don't love you any less than anyone else in the family," he said strongly.
"I feel like I'm falling apart!" I cried.
Dad's arms were instantly around me and I felt myself being lifted off the ground. It felt like I was flying, and then I was soon lying on the warm bed in the hotel room.
"Esme, call the airport please," Dad said.
I heard something unzip and I felt Dad's presence next to me. I was hyperventilating and I felt like I was going to die. I was in a full-blown panic attack.
"Ella, I'm giving you something to calm you down and help you go to sleep, all right?" Dad said.
I felt something cold swipe across a small area of my hip, followed by the pierce of a needle. I started crying but soon calmed down. I started to get sleepy.
"That's it, just calm down. Daddy's here."
That was the last thing I heard before I slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.
DR. CULLEN'S POINT OF VIEW:
I carried my sleeping daughter through the busy airport. I felt a little bad about drugging her, but it was obvious that she wasn't able to cope with life very well right now. Once we got to the gate, I gave Ella another dose to keep her asleep during the flight. I had fought tooth and nail with Airport Security to get them to allow me to bring needles and medicine on the plane. They had spent the past hour going over my medical license and my profile to see if I was some sort of drug dealer or terrorist. When they looked up my medical profile online and found out that I had a degree in every kind of surgery plus regular medicine from Yale and had a five-star rating, they were all smiles and nods of approval. I just wanted to roll my eyes at the whole situation.
The flight seemed longer on the way back without Ella keeping me company. I was too stressed to read, so I simply watched Ella. I monitored her heart beat and respiration. She slept peacefully; I envied her. It was times like this that I wished that I could escape the world like she could. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Ella actually told someone that she barely knew our secret. And it didn't stop there, she also went and told a close family member that couldn't always be trusted. Irina had a very strange personality. She did anything she could to cause drama, even with family. Irina had never been fond of Ella in the first place, and Ella knew that, so why did Ella go off and tell Irina about her problem anyway? It bothered me that she had gone through my phone to get Irina's number. I had told her several times to leave stuff that wasn't hers alone. I didn't understand my daughter's actions at all.
I sighed. I needed to find a way to get Ella to trust me enough to talk to me about every single one of her problems. What was keeping Ella from talking to me? She was always saying that she deserve me as her father, was she trying not to be a burden to me by keeping her problems a secret? There was something standing in-between us, but I wasn't sure what. All I knew is that it was keeping me from communicating eye-to-eye with my daughter.
ELLA'S POINT OF VIEW:
I woke up in the comfort of my own bed. I was a little bit disoriented. I went to sleep on one continent, then woke up on a different one. Previous events came flooding back to me and I remembered that Dad had knocked me out with some sort of drug or another. I also remembered why we were home early, why everyone in the family was home early. It was because of me and my big fat mouth.
I went downstairs and found my family gathered in the living room. I felt so bad for cutting their vacations. I wouldn't feel so bad if I was still in a relationship with Dylan, but that turned out to just be a joke. A sick, heartbreaking joke.
"Are you okay, Honey?" Dad asked, coming to my side.
"Yeah," I sniffled.
Dad led me over to the couch and sat me on his lap. I was surprised that my family wasn't screaming at me.
"I'm so sorry for what I did," I said.
"It's not completely your fault. Irina's the idiot who told the Volturi," Alice said.
"I'm still the root of the problem. I'm the one who opened my big fat mouth," I said.
"Ella, I have to agree that wasn't the best idea you've ever had, but you can't really be blamed for putting too much faith in young love. Everyone makes that mistake. You were falling hard in love, only to not be caught," Rosalie said.
"But because of that we're all going to die," I said.
"Not necessarily. The power of love and family overtakes evil," Dad said.
"How long until they come?" I asked.
"They'll be here by ten in the morning tomorrow," Alice said.
"What time is it now?" Jasper asked.
Dad checked his watch. "Nine."
I looked out the window to see if that was morning or night. It was dark outside; night.
"So we have thirteen hours left to live," I concluded.
"Oh Ella, stop being so negative. You think they have any hope killing me?" Emmett said, flexing his gigantic bicep.
"I'm serious," I said.
"So am I," he said.
"Shut up," I said and stomped off to my room.
I grabbed my guitar and plopped down on my bed. I tunelessly brushed the strings, creating a mess of music. Right now, I wanted to punch Dylan in his face again, even though he didn't really have anything to do with me spilling the beans. Well he did, but it was me that decided to tell. I was sad and upset when he didn't believe me, but now I'm glad that he doesn't. When would I stop messing up?
I let all my thoughts of anger at Dylan flood and take over my mind. Lyrics for a new song quickly came to my mind.
Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
Faster than the wind, passionate as sin ending so suddenly
Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall
Like the colors in autumn, so bright just before they lose it all
Losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving him was red
Loving him was red
Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you
Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song
Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer
Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong
Losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving him was red
Oh, red
Burning red
Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes
Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go
But moving on from him is impossible
When I still see it all in my head
Burning red
Loving him was red
Oh, losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
'Cause loving him was red
Yeah, yeah, red
We're burning red
And that's why he's spinnin' 'round in my head
Comes back to me, burning red
Yeah, yeah
'Cause love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
I sang the song again as I wrote down the lyrics. I was glad to have found a way to express my feelings without psychiatry. Sometimes it seemed like the guitar was my only friend, my only escape.
A/N: I hope you liked it! The song was "Red" by Taylor Swift. Also the one from before is "Best Day" again by Taylor Swift. Please review and vote on my poll. :-)