I watched wide eyed as my brother and the Cullen men devoured the food set before them.
I only managed to get two pieces before it was all gone. Nothing was left. Not even a shred of lettuce from the salad in the bowl.
Realizing that everyone was probably tired and jetlagged from their trips I told them to go get some rest.
When they refused to do so, I shooed them away.
It left me alone to think as I cleared the table, washed the dishes, and put them all back in their correct place. Even going as far as throwing out the garbage and recycling the empty beer bottles.
The entire process took about an hour and a half. By the time I was done wiping down the counters, I realized that Mary took Pinky to sleep in her room, and that Clementine and Roofy were huddled together in the playpen sleeping soundly.
I quickly locked everything around the house, and going to set the a/c on a comfortable setting, since I knew the night would be warm. Before I went back to pick up my babies then made my way up to my room.
Sleep, however, seemed to come in an annoying way. Since the memories kept pushing through my unwilling mind.
I've struggled to keep those feelings away. Yet, I still keep remembering how I walked in with Daxton into my fucking apartment and saw Jessica fucking Stanley riding Zack on my fucking couch, still made my skin crawl to the day.
That night after I walked out on him,after breaking off my engagement with him. I left to see Rosalie at the hospital, I had only gone back home to get my clothes. Dax, volunteered to take me since I informed him of what happened earlier that night before I got the call about Rosalie.
When Zack saw me standing there, with my brother, he fucking threw Jessica off of him. He quickly pulled on his clothes, and stumbled towards us trying to repair the damage but it was too late.
"It's not what it looks like!" He cried.
"What is she doing here?" The bitch asked trying to cover herself with Zack's shirt.
On a different note, before that night I had never seen any male genitalia up close before. If that was how all males looked, I wasn't impressed. It was tiny, and narrow, about the size of my thumb.
Then, came the moment that made my brother blew a fucking gasket. It wasn't enough for Zack to charge at me when my brother was standing right there beside me, watching everything. Zack fucking tried to lay his hands on me.
Not only that but he refused to let me leave. Forcing my brother to lay him out, with a punch to the face. That didn't stop the insistent bastard though.
He then decided to fucking follow us as I packed up all my shit up, and follow us out the door.
I nearly lost it, but so did Dax. I pulled out my gun, ready to use it if need be but Dax took it from me. When Zack realized what was happening he charged at me. Again.
"You need to fucken leave." He threatened Dax.
"You need to back the fuck up." My brother warned.
"She's mine. I'll back up when I talk to her. Bella, get your ass over here." He ordered.
I ignore him.
"Don't talk to my sister like she's a dog." Dax bite out, through clenched teeth, his shoulders tense as he spoke.
"I'll speak to her any way I want, she's my fiancée." He growled back.
"No, douchebag, she was your fiancée. She isn't anymore, Zachary. Now, I suggest you leave before I shoot your ass." My brother warned.
"Whatever. Bella, don't let me catch you alone, because you know what'll happen. " he growled as he backed away.
Wrong thing to say, asshole. Especially at that moment. I saw Dax narrowed his eyes at the asshole before raising his arms.
'Oh fuck' I thought before I ran and moved the gun. Not fast enough though because as the gun went off Zack fell to the ground, groaning, and clutching his right ass cheek.
"Got him. Hmm, in the ass too." Dax muttered, amused.
When we headed back to the hospital Dax quickly told me dad what had happened.
To say he was unhappy is putting it lightly.
"Has he ever laid a hand on you?" He asked, in his 'no nonsense ' tone.
"Yes." I mutter.
"How many time?"
"More than a couple. Less than a few." I say avoiding the question.
"Charlie, what happened to Rosalie?" A new voice asked.
"She was hit by a car while out walking." He replied.
"What are you doing here, Vince ?" I cut in.
"She's my fiancée, why wouldn't I be here?" He asks confused.
"No, you're not. I saw her when she was brought in. She wasn't wearing her ring anymore. So leave. Don't come back before she's awake." I scathingly say.
"You can't keep what's mine away from me." He replies, narrowing his eyes at me.
"The fuck I can't she's my sister! Don't fucking think I don't know what's been happening!" I yell back.
"Bella, you need to calm down before we get kicked out of here." Dax says, holding me back.
My father, however, seemed eerily quiet.
Before anyone could react, I headbutted Dax in the chin, and sucker punched Vince in the face. Though it was more like a hard slap.
His entire face turned to the right from the force.
This was all before my father got to me, and had me in a backwards bear hug.
"That's enough, Bells, I think he got your message." He says calmly.
"This isn't over. I'll be back when she wakes up." He promised, walking away.
"Dax, call the station and tell them, of what just happened here." He orders leading me into the waiting room.
I woke up feeling too warm. My skin was drenched in sweat, and my hair a rat's nest from all the tossing and turning so much.
I quickly sat up, rubbing my face with my hands before I checked the time, in my alarm clock, set on my nightstand.
It was just after six thirty in the morning. I quickly got out of bed, and went into my closet to get clothes before heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
Once showered I quickly dried myself and slid into my favorite comfy, cold shoulder, above the knee, floral print dress. Before running a comb through my hair and sliding on my headband, then stepping into my platform sandals.
Usually I'd just wear favorite light blue jeans and a shirt with my sneakers but since both my grandmothers are here, I'd rather not have to hear all day their comments on how if I dressed more ladylike I'd have a husband.
I'm not in the mood, and my mouth will get me in trouble if they start that shit today.
Funny how I am super clumsy yet when I wear these shoes it's the opposite. It's weird.
I bet Rosalie is going to dress similar to me.
By the time I make my way down into the kitchen it's almost seven o'clock.
The first thing I do it set some coffee to brew before I start pulling things out of the fridge.
Calculating that I have maybe thirty minutes before everyone starts to smell everything.
We all have to be out of here and heading to the hospital by ten twenty.
So, I whipped up a quick breakfast to get everyone up before then.
By the time, I set the pancakes, eggs, hash browns and toast on the table Emmett, Micah, and Edward were walking into the kitchen.
Micah quickly goes to the fridge out the milk and orange juice.
"You made any coffee?" He murmurs, tiredly.
I nod, pointing to the pot that's sitting in the machine, ready to be poured.
He quickly serves himself and the other two their mugs and prepares it for himself.
"Good morning." He groans, kissing my cheek as he passes by and pulls out a chair before plopping down on it.
"G'morning." I mutter back, sipping some coffee myself.
"Morning, Baby Bells." Emmett greets happily, after he prepares his coffee and sits down across from me.
"Morning, Muscle man." I chirp back, as I begin serving myself some food.
My stomach is rolling with nerves.
"Good morning, beautiful." Edward says, leaning in to give me a peck on the cheek before sitting in the seat next to mine.
"Good morning, Edward." I say in return, smiling shyly at him.
"I know, I didn't say this yesterday but...what are you two doing here?... Not that I mind." I ask, curiously.
"Oh fuck me, this is so good." Emmett groans, around a mouthful.
"Nah, I don't know where you've been." I quip, sipping some juice.
"Emmett, don't speak with your mouth full." Edward chastises gently, wrinkling his nose.
"We were with Rosalie when she received a call from your grandfather saying that she needed to catch the next flight here. Emmett saw how much it affected her so he volunteered to come with her… and I realized you'd probably be the same, so I wanted to be here, just in case." He explained, the tips of his ears reddening.
"Thank you, no one has ever done that for me. Well, no one who isn't family." I said, sincerely.
It made my stomach fill with nervous butterflies, and my heart beat faster, as I realized he actually cared about me.
My attraction towards him also seemed to have increased. Interesting.
"Good morning, everyone! Lovely day we're having!" Rosalie greeted, skipping into the kitchen, dressed and ready.
She's dressed as I suspected.
I watch as she comes in wearing a dress that is emerald, floor length, flowered print skirt, and spaghetti straps. With her white, strappy sandals on her feet. Her hair curled and pinned away from her face.
"You seem chipper this morning." I comment as I butter my toast and spread jelly atop the butter.
"All I said is that it's a nice day." She replied, as she grabbed some pancakes and some hash browns.
"Hey you two, cool it. We don't have time for this today, our father is having a serious surgery today." Micah chastised.
She nodded, her smile dropping a bit.
"Babe, calm down." Mary says, as she walked in with Pinky in her arms, placing her in the playpen before washing her hands, and coming to sit next to Micah.
After that, we all finish eating quickly before gathering the dishes. Mary insists on washing the dishes, shooing me away as she begins to do so.
When she is finished, I bring down Roofy and Clementine, placing them in their playpen, kissing their little heads before waving goodbye to them.
Knowing my friend, Leah and her husband Jake will be here soon to watch them for me.
We all gathered in the living room before saying a quick prayer for my dad and for all to go well in the surgery before we walk out the front door.
I quickly hop into my car, putting some music on as we head towards the hospital.
It's quite, except the music, on the way towards the hospital. Not one peep, even from happy-go-lucky Emmett.
When we arrive at the hospital my dad is finishing his paperwork and handing it in.
All of us gather around him, gathering into a tight hug before they escort him towards the back to prep him for surgery.
He shares one last hug with each of us before he says goodbye, disappearing around the corner.
Tears pool in the corners of my eyes as I watch his form disappear, before I feel myself being pulled into a tight, comforting hug.
A/N:
Fyi you won't know what's happening to Charlie until the chapter after the next.