Previously:

"Fine," Emmett sighed, "Only on special occasions then."

"Alright." I gave in. At least this was some sort of compromise. Emmett held out his hand as we went to pay.

"Let's see…" he paused in mid thought. "There's Halloween, Christmas, Quanza, Hanukah, your birthday, New Years, Veteran's Day, Fourth of July…."

Mr. Bright Yellow Jacket slid the credit card back to Emmett. "Bella are you ready?" Emmett called, as I sat admiring MY new car.

"Uh ya." I slid into the driver's seat.

"I want that car." Emmett moaned. I smiled brightly.

"Hmph. Well its mine. But I'll give you a test drive if you get home first. But you have to drive human speed." He groaned. "Vroom Vroom!" I stepped into the car and spun the wheel. I winced, noticing for the first time that my wrist had turned a dark shade of purple. Emmett's hand print left a bracelet snaking around it.

"Bella… I didn't mean to. I'm soo sorry." Emmett was on his knees, begging. Wow he could be a softy.

"Hon, its okay. I don't mind!" I smiled through the pain. "It was an accident. And plus…I deserved it." I reminded him. Emmett's expression darkened.

"You don't deserve to be in pain because I did this to you."

"Just drive Emmett. I'm going to beat you there." I swung the car around, ignoring the pain in my left hand. I WAS going to beat him. I swerved in and out of the cars on the busy street. Emmett sped ahead of me, and I pressed the pedal on the gas. The car shot forward, almost hitting a white and black range rover. Oops. Accidents happen. I thought as I was on the tail of Emmett. We were going at 80mph now. Lights suddenly flashed through the back of the car window. We were so close to Forks…to beating Emmett.

"SLOW THE CAR DOWN MISS OR YOUR DRIVER'S LICENSE WILL BE REVOKED." Words blared through a megaphone. I moaned, pulling the car to a stop along the side of the road. There was no one here and Emmett was long gone. What a great way to get to know your new car. I fumbled for my license as my sunglasses fell onto my head. I heard a knock on the window and I lowered it tentatively.

"ISABELLA?" A voice hollered. I looked up.

"Ch-ch-charlie?" I stuttered.

"Get out of the car NOW young lady."

I crossed my arms, "No."

"Do you know who I am?" He roared, his face turning tomato red. "I AM THE POLICE CHIEF OF FORKS. I WILL REVOKE YOUR LICENSE IF YOU DO NOT STEP OUT OF THE CAR THIS INSTANT." I rolled my eyes, opened the door, and slamming it shut.

"Are you happy now?" I tapped my foot impatiently. His eyes softened fractionally, then hardened.

"Do you think that just because you got kicked out of my house that gives you the right to drive a car at almost 80mph?"

"I didn't get kicked out of your home. I left. Remember?" He let out an angry sigh.

"Still stubborn I see. AND stuck up now." Charlie said, turning to inspect the car.

"You have everything. Can't you at least apologize to the boy?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Who? Edward? I DID apologize to him and it is NONE of your business." I backed away, preparing myself to get back in the Mercedes and speed away. Charlie grabbed my wrist, making me cry out in pain. "Let go." I cried, tears running down my cheeks. His grip loosed as he poked at my swollen hand.

"What is this?" I pulled away, covering it with my sleeve.

"Nothing." I muttered, looking away.

"Who did it?" Charlie's eyes were full of anger and concern.

"No one."

"Jacob." I rolled my eyes again.

"I haven't seen him since his little act in Seattle two weeks ago." Now it was his turn to be surprised.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Can I go now?" I questioned.

"No. NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHO DID THIS." My father said through gritted teeth.

"Why do you care? You got your son back. Just leave me alone." I banged the door closed and wiped my eyes with the sleeve of the jacket.

"Bella. I DO care." He whispered, tears coming to the old man's eyes. I was already feet away but I still heard the tiny voice. WHY? I rammed my head against the steering wheel… WHY did I cause everyone so much pain? I urged the car on, reaching the Cullen's in a matter of seconds.

"YOU LOST!" Emmett yelled, jumping up and down as I pulled in. His face fell as he finally saw the look on my face. He sprinted over, holding the door open for me before I could do anything.

"Here are the keys." I uttered, throwing them to him. They dropped to the ground and he made no effort to pick them up.

"Is it the wrist? I'll go get some ice." I turned away.

"No. Not really. It's just…I saw him. " I ran into his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist. "He…I..I DON'T KNOW!" I shrieked. Emmett carried me inside, setting me on the coach. He smoothed my hair as I sobbed into his chest. I finally took deep breaths.

"What did he say?" Emmett murmured in my ear.

"That…he missed me and that he cared." Emmett's arms tensed.

"And you still want to talk to him after what he did?"

"He…I don't know. How can I not talk to him after everything he's done for me?" I questioned myself, more than Emmett.

"HOW CAN YOU?" Emmett's shoulder's shook violently, as he was still holding me. "HE HURT YOU SO BAD AND YOU'RE ACTUALLY WONDERING IF YOU SHOULD TALK TO HIM AGAIN?"

"But…"

"I DON'T GET IT BELLA. GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON FOR YOU TO TALK TO HIM AGAIN."

"But…he's my father." I cried, more tears coming on.

"Jacob's not your father." Emmett stated, his brow furrowing.

"No…"

"Then you're talking about Charlie?"

"Yes?" I said uncertainly. What was he talking about? This had nothing to do with Jacob, at least not really.

"Oh. Got it. Never mind." Emmett laughed darkly, his muscles relaxing.

"But..what does this have to do with him?" I really was trying to understand.

"I thought you loved him."

"Charlie?"

SUPER IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE

okay…wat did you guys think of this chapter? Please review…I would REALLY appreciate it! By the way I REALLY need to know what I should do next… like WHERE this stories going to go. IT'S REALLY IMPORTANT TO KNOW. SO IF ANYONE HAS ANY IDEAS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME!