A/N
I think it's safe to say that you're all split evenly down the middle. Half of you think Bella should go to the dance (split evenly between those who thinks she should still go with Tyler, and those of you who thinks she should go alone), and the other half of you think she owes it to Edward not to go ...
I guess that means, either way, a lot of you wont be happy with her final decision LOL.
Anyways, here's to a new week!
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Dad's home. He nods in my direction when I walk through the door.
Sitting at the kitchen table, he works his way through the bills that have been delivered over the past week.
Briefly, our eyes meet as I pass. It's all I can offer him as I ascend the stairs.
He lets me leave, satisfied that I'm keeping myself alive.
Throwing myself on my bed, exhaustion takes hold, my eyes closing.
All through my restless, light nap, I hear him shuffling around downstairs, no doubt preparing for another week spent elsewhere.
I don't care.
The doorbell rings, my eyes opening, the sun outside beginning to set.
I've been asleep for a while.
I hear the voices, deep and masculine. One belonging to Dearest Dad, the other …
Edward.
Jumping to my feet, I race to the stairs.
"I could ask you the same thing," I hear Edward say, his voice calm yet tense, menacing.
Approaching the door, I bypass my dad, looking up at Edward. "You okay?" I ask, wrapping my arms around my torso, keeping myself warm.
His eyes flit between me and my dad, jaw tense. "Are you?" he asks, turning to face me fully.
I nod. Narrowing his eyes, he doesn't believe me.
"Come on," he urges, nodding his head towards his car parked on the street.
"It's late," my dad interjects, "where are you going?"
"Like you fucking care," Edward scoffs, turning back to him.
I don't turn to see my dad's expression, I don't care to hear whatever else he wants to say. Instead, I make my way towards Edward's car, jumping when I hear the front door of the house slam closed.
"Your dad's a dick," he states, opening the car. I smirk, sitting in the passenger seat.
"He's not the best."
Raising an eyebrow, he turns to look at me as he starts the engine. "Is there a competition? Because …"
"For the worst dad? Yeah … yours would win."
"I'm flattered," he chuckles. "Humbled."
"Proud?" I question, resting my head against the seat, side-eyeing him,
"Absolutely fucking not."
"Where are we going?" I ask after a moment of silence, enjoying Edward driving me somewhere for a change.
His car is pristine inside, just as it is on the outside. The urge to mess with it is almost overpowering.
"Have you eaten yet?"
I shake my head, realising how hungry I am.
"In that case, we're going to eat."
"I haven't brought my purse."
Rolling his eyes, he looks at me, unimpressed. "Oh no," he deadpans.
I smile.
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A/N
Thanks for reading!
