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It's been two weeks since the Cullens and I spoke of the impending move, I spent most of the time willfully ignoring the fact that Charlie seemingly behaved like he didn't have a daughter anymore. The wounds were still raw, still bled around the edges if prodded, so I didn't. I didn't acknowledge the stares, the whispers, the rumors floating around Forks or the fact that Charlie refused to speak or react to my name at all.
I read, watched movies, completed homework and focused on the calendar-literally counting down the days until I left this town and some of it's occupants behind. Namely Jessica, Lauren and Mrs. Stanley. And. . . . Charlie, as much as a small part of me wishes we could work this out.
I'd been debating from the moment I finished breakfast this morning if I should risk a drive to the old house and collect the rest of my belongings. Esme and Alice had, of course, seen to it that I'd received clothes and everything else I'd needed, but it wasn't the same. The brand new stuff didn't measure up to the weird, but thoughtful blanket my mother had made for me out of the shirts from our road trips. The scrapbook I made when I was seven, filled mostly with pictures and keepsakes from Grandma Swan. The little painted jewelry box that held the little jewelry I had claimed for myself after her death. I wanted my things with me here, add it to the collection Esme and Alice acquired for me.
I couldn't put this off forever, though I'm sure the Cullens would gladly make the journey back for me to claim these items, it was childish and foolish to stay away indefinitely because Charlie said some hurtful words to me. I'm stronger than that.
This conviction didn't stop my stomach from churning and rolling once I made my decision to go. An hour and some change after running in circles in my head.
The Cullens understood my nerves, followed me out into the massive garage to lend their support. It helped a bit.
I shot them a smile, a pretty unconvincing smile I'm sure, and firmly closed the door to my beloved beast.
The drive to Charlie's felt longer than it ever had, which was utterly ridiculous because it was the same as it had always been. I obeyed the traffic laws, there was no hold ups on route so there was delays.
The house crept into view, sitting innocently where I'd left it. It didn't look any different, not really, but I didn't feel the sense of home I used to when I saw it.
There was a car I didn't recognize parked behind Charlie's police cruiser. Dark blue, four door, nice finish but not as sleek as the Cullens cars.
I parked on the side of the street and stared at the house for a moment. It seemed daunting now that I was actually here, real. I was here and this could go a number a ways, especially since there was an unknown variable inside. I'd have to walk in blind and hope for the best.
The walk up to the house was similar to what I think walking through molasses would feel like. Time slowed, I became aware of how fast and hard my heart was beating. My palms beaded with sweat I promptly wiped on my jeans once I arrived at the front door. There was a lot of noise coming from inside, more than usual. There had to be at least four people, judging by the level.
I took a deep, fortifying breath and opened the door. I didn't wait for Charlie or knock because if I left it up to him, he probably wouldn't let me in. I needed inside to go through my stuff, I didn't want him or anyone else doing it. It was mine, regardless of how he felt about me at the moment or the fact they were technically family heirlooms I wanted.
Jake and Billy were sitting in the living room, Sam glared at me from where he was leaning on the wall beside the couch. Charlie wasn't in sight, but I knew he was home.
"Jake, Billy. . . .Sam. Where's Charlie?" I asked, ignoring the dark looks I was receiving. They didn't have the power to throw me out of the house, legally speaking even if they did physically. I knew they'd had a problem with my decision to carry their archenemies children, but I don't give a flying hoot. It's my body and it's my decision. They'd have to either get over it or ignore me. I'm okay with both options becoming a reality.
Sam's glare intensified, his jaw clenching tighter reflexively.
Charlie walked out of the kitchen before anyone bothered to answer my question. He froze in place, his face darkening and eyes flashing with anger. "What are you doing in this house? I made it clear I didn't want you here."
"I came to see if I left anything that I wanted." I hissed, I wouldn't cow to the man because he got angry.
Sam straightened up, hatred oozing out of his pores. "You have no right to step foot here."
The last word he spat was indistinguishable, other than it was his native language. It didn't sound like it was remotely nice or flattering, but I didn't care.
"You don't have the authority here, Uley. Charlie can tell me he wants me gone, he has before. He's a big boy, he makes up his own mind." I responded evenly, fighting a smirk at the flash of fury in the wolves eyes.
"You have chosen to breed with them! To create their abominations!" He snarled harshly, his body vibrating. "It's disgusting! A sin against nature herself!"
I rolled my eyes at his last declaration, discreetly texting Emmett while I replied. "What I do with them isn't your concern."
"It is when those things threaten lives." He growled, the vibrating increasing.
"They aren't abominations or things! They are just innocent, helpless babies!" I snapped really getting pissed now. "You have no right to call my children anything!"
I know I was getting a bit too possessive, but they were mine to care for until they were safely delivered an I'd be damned if that mutt would talk about them like that.
Charlie remained silent throughout the exchange, swinging puzzled eyes from me to Sam. Jake and Billy looked on with stony faces and unforgiving black eyes.
Jasper burst into the house, flanked by Emmett.
They immediately blurred to stand beside me, Emmett pressing me until I moved behind him. Jasper was half crouched in front of Emmett, cutting off any chances of the wolves getting to me.
"You okay, Bells?" Emmett asked, not moving a muscle.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I snipped, glaring at the mutts in the room from around his arm.
"Emmett." Jasper growled, not budging a single inch.
"On it." Emmett disappeared upstairs in a blink, giving the wolves and Charlie a wide berth as he passed.
"Where the hell did he go? I never gave him permission to enter my house! Neither one of you!" Charlie yelled, snapping out of his shock. "I don't know what's going on between your family and the Quileute, but I want you out of my house!"
Emmett skipped downstairs carrying a single box, but it was fairly large and cram packed.
"We're leaving. We will return to our property, do not pursue and you will stay alive." Jasper spoke, his voice hard and colder than their skin in the Antarctic.
The box changed hands, Emmett picked me up in his burly arms and ran toward the house. He set me on my feet when we arrived, Jasper came a little later. He looked like I imagine the darkest demon in hell would look.
If I didn't know better, I'd have been scared out of my mind.
Eyes darker than the pitch black of night roamed over me, checking for injuries. He must have been somewhat satisfied with his findings. He passed the box to his brother and stalked off, disappearing into the forest with quick, jerky, aggressive movements.
Emmett and I watched him go, before he led me inside by my elbow. Carlisle looked me over then handed me two bottles of pills. I swallowed the required dose of each and curled up on the couch, rubbing a hand over my abdomen in a silent apology. Just in case.
I'd gotten caught up in the moment, but in hindsight badgering an angry wolf hadn't been a smart move. I was lucky Sam or Jake hadn't phased, beyond glad I'd programmed Emmett's number in my phone.
I dozed off while watching a documentary about fungus.
I avoided Forks as much as possible in the week following the incident at Charlie's.
It was easy, really, I didn't have anywhere I absolutely needed to go aside from school and afterwards I stayed at home. I didn't unpack the box Emmett procured for me, it was already situated and everything inside was going with me to the new house.
The other boxes, however, were slowly filling up as I prioritized and made decisions on what I wanted or needed with me the most.
The move date was accelerated due to the incident. Emmett had submitted the purchase yesterday and travelled ahead with Esme that afternoon to begin construction. Tensions in the house ran a bit high, worried about potential fallout from last week.
Jasper ran patrols around the house and land, only stopping to hunt and attend my afternoon checkup today.
I was ready to leave, if only to ease the minds of my family and myself.