AN: Happy Sunday ppl! Sorry to keep you waiting, but I needed to get ahead on the chapters, and with the holiday weekend, some of my betas were unavailable on such short notice.
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That's What Little Girls Are Made Of...
Chapter Forty-Three
EPOV
Once I finished handling business I decided to go for a run to clear my head. There wasn't much to Forks, in terms of scenery, so I listened to the sounds of Muse blaring in my ears as my feet pounded against the damp earth.
Things with Bella were getting out of hand, but I didn't know how to stop them, nor did I think that I wanted to.
Dating women my own age was proving to be useless, and I wasn't the type to just engage in meaningless sex. Hell, Heidi and I had been together for a little over three years, and before her I'd only ever been with two other women.
I even made the mistake of trying that again!
Desperate for something to take my mind off the unattainable, in a moment of weakness, I tried hooking up with Heidi again.
You know, a little something familiar, for old time's sake!
Yeah, not such a good idea; the first thing out of her mouth was some comment about that loser kid that was leeching off of my parents.
I saw red!
Needless-to-say, I kicked her ass to the curb and haven't looked back since.
It had started to rain, so I came in through the laundry room. The smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee assaulted my senses as soon as I stepped through the door.
The shower could wait, I was fucking starving!
"Hey son," Carlisle greeted, turning the corner of his newspaper down.
"Morning," I grumbled, obviously not over my foul mood. Being in this house just brought everything back to the forefront of my mind. With a huff, I took my full plate and joined Carlisle at the table.
It seemed as though, as soon as I sat down, my appetite left; figures, everywhere I looked reminded me of Bella.
Much like when I was younger, Carlisle patiently waited while I pouted like a two-year-old, pushing my food around on my plate and grumbling unintelligibly to myself.
Taking the time to fold his newspaper, Carlisle carefully set it aside, and regarded me with speculation. With a sigh, he began to speak. "So, now that I´ve allowed you to have your tantrum, you want to tell me what the hell´s got your shorts in a bunch this morning?"
"Nothing," I mumbled, sulking further into my seat.
"Edward," Carlisle sighed impatiently. "Don´t give me that bullshit! Son, I know you better than you know yourself, so spill! What has Bella done now?"
My head shot up at the mention of my girl´s name.
Carlisle sat there with a smirk, and a cocked brow, daring me to deny that my brown-eyed siren wasn´t the cause of my foul mood. I was never more grateful for having an open relationship with my father than I was in that moment. As the wind left my sails, and my shoulders slumped, I sat there and told my father everything.
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