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~ I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched~

We've been better ever since our date night. We're able to resist each other a little more in school at least; my grades are getting better.

We're parked in front of my house in his car; he's dropping me off from school. Charlie's home today so he can't come in, unfortunately.

"I want you to meet my dad," I said. I'm tired of having to hide my relationship and sneak him in plus I've already told Charlie about him.

"Now?" He freezes with a panicked look on his face.

"No silly, one day this week. You can come over for dinner and meet him." I rub his hand between mine, calming him.

He runs his other hand through his hair with nerves. "Are you sure about that?"

"Why, you don't want to?" I ask, feeling rejected. Maybe we're not as serious as I thought? After this past weekend, I thought we were.

"No I want to," he reassures me. "Especially if it's important to you. I just don't know if your dads gonna like me; you do remember what majority of the people in this town think about me, right?"

"My dad won't care, he doesn't listen to the gossip in this town anyway. As long as you act pretty normal and nice, he won't have a reason not to like you. Just don't scare him away like you did to me the first time I met you," I joke, nudging him with my shoulder. "Plus I already told him about you and for the first time in a while he was actually interested and wants to meet you too."

"Ok… when do you want me to meet him?" He kisses me on the head. I'm relieved and ecstatic that I can finally share Edward with other important people in my life.

A few days later we planned for Edward to come over for dinner to meet my dad.

We're sitting at the dinner table and an awkward silence casts the room. Edward has been polite but is very quiet, not speaking unless spoken to and only responds with short, curt answers. He's fidgeting and bouncing his leg, he looks very uncomfortable.

I can tell why he was hesitant to meet my dad; he's not very good at meeting new people. Hell, it took a while for him to warm up to me.

Charlie is just staring at him, trying to intimidate him. I have no idea why he's being like this. When I told him about Edward, even though he was skeptical at first, the more I told him about Edward, the more he warmed up to the idea of meeting him. He's never been too interested in my life before but I also never brought a guy home.

When they greeted each other it was very stiff and cold, Charlie trying to intimidate Edward with his chest puffed out and a hard handshake.

Even though I knew he wasn't afraid; nothing scares that man, I could tell that Edward felt uncomfortable and was trying his best to act well behaved which was hard when someone's trying to scare you.

"You have a lot of tattoos there, son." Charlie starts the conversation with judgment in his tone.

"Yeah," Edward awkwardly replies.

"Aren't you a little young to be covered in those?"

"I'm 18."

I groan internally at how awkward this is going.

"So Edward, where did you say you're from?" Charlie changes the topic. I'm grateful for the change of conversation.

"I didn't," he replies sharply.

I nudge his leg with mine asking him to play nice, why do all the men in my life have to be so stubborn.

"Ok, so I'm asking you… where are you from?" Annoyance seething from Charlie.

"California."

"What makes a guy like you leave a beautiful place like that to come to miserable, old forks?"

I know it seems like Charlie is trying to get to know Edward, but his tone is condescending.

Edward gets irritable every time someone asks him why he came here. He's tightening his muscles and shaking his leg, I can tell that he's losing his patience with Charlie's hostility.

I don't really feel comfortable talking about it," Edward tries his best to be polite but firm.

"What? Come on, I'm her father. I need to know if my little girl is safe or not." Charlie isn't playing nice anymore and his tone becomes aggressive.

Never mind, I take it back; this is a worse conversation.

"Dad," I groan, hoping I can diffuse the situation. We've all stopped eating at this point. The tension in the room is so thick.

Something snaps in Edward. "I wouldn't fucking hurt her," his fist slams on the table, shooting daggers at Charlie.

"Listen here boy, you do not disrespect me in my house!" He shouts, standing up to challenge Edward.

"Oh my God Dad, stop!"

"I should leave," Edward tries his best to calm down and gets up to leave.

"No I'm not done with you," he yells, following him to the door.

I am sort of proud of Edward for ignoring Charlie and trying his best to keep his cool, knowing how hard it is. If that weren't my dad, there would be a full-blown fight.

He looks at me with anguish in his eyes, "I'm sorry, call me later." He leaves through the front door.

I turn to Charlie, fuming. "What the hell was that? I bring my boyfriend here and you interrogate him like he did something wrong."

"That boy disrespected me Bella, what kind of hoodlum are you dating?"

"You were asking him questions he wasn't comfortable with and were rude from the minute he came here!" I narrow my eyes.

"Well, I needed to know that he wouldn't hurt you."

I laugh bitterly. "Like you actually give a shit! Since when do you care? You couldn't care less about what I'm doing and now all of a sudden you do?"

"Cause you never open up and tell me anything, you always have this wall up," his voice lowering.

"Because when I try you're not even interested. I know that all I've been is a burden to you ever since you took me in. I finally found someone that actually gives a fuck about me and you have to ruin it," I said exasperatedly.

Hurt crosses his face, "Bella no, how can you say that. I wouldn't have spent five years looking for you if I didn't care. I didn't want to push you into a dark place again, so I kept my nose out of your business, as long as you were safe. I'm not the best talker; you should know, you take after me. Now that you're bringing this boy around, I feel the need to protect you."

I feel bad at his revelation; Charlie and I are very much similar in the way that we don't talk about our feelings and problems. I know he's trying but it'll break me if he can't accept Edward.

"I don't like that kid, there's something off about him. He has this underlying rage and secrets that he's hiding."

"Why is everyone saying that? There's nothing wrong with him! All everyone does is judge, you guys don't know him like I do," I huff out in frustration.

"Bella, you've only known him for what… like a month? You're blinded by love or whatever it is you feel for him. I know I won't be able to keep you away from him but please be careful, you already seem different." He looks defeated.

"Dad, I know you're trying to protect me but I'm fine. I love Edward and he's not going anywhere so you have to get used to it. I need some space," I state firmly.

I didn't want to choose between Edward and my dad, they were both important to me. I needed to give us some space so we could calm down and not say anything else we'd regret.