BPOV

Standing at the door, looking very suprised, was Charlie.

I immediatly let go of Edward and stepped in front of him.

"Bella?" Charlie asked, "What is he doing here? And were you just...kissing him?"

Charlie didn't sound angry, which was strange. He sounded...confused.

"I...I...I..." I couldn't make my mouth form any words.

I put my hand behind my back and Edward squeezed it reassuringly. That gave me a lot of confidence.

"Yes, Dad. I was kissing Edward." I put emphasis of Edward's name to remind Charlie that he did have one.

Now Charlie sounded mad.

"Why?" He managed to choke out.

My confidence evaporated. "Because I...um..."

Edward, from behind me, cut in. "Because I made the biggest mistake I have ever made when I left. Because I love Bella, and I couldn't live without her. And because, Sir, because I need Bella to forgive me for being an idiot. But," He glanced at me, love in his eyes, "If I understand correctly, she has."

Charlies face turned redand he raised his voice, glaring at me. "Bella? She wouldn't let you go back into her life just like that. You," He stabbed a finger at Edward, "Practially made her comatose for 3 monthes. You deserve to burn in hell for what you did to her! What you did to my little girl." Charlie's face was still red, but his eyes still filled up with tears with him remembering my first monthes without Edward.

I ignored Edward's gaze, knowing the dazzled, pain filled eyes that would meet me.

"Daddy!" I yelled back, "How could you say something like that,"

Really, my father, a police officer, telling someone to burn in hell. Lovely.

Charlie screamed back. "Well he deserves to! Bella, how can you be so naive? He's just going to stay again until he's bored with you! Then, he'll move on to someone even prettier than you."

First of all: My dad thinks I'm pretty! I love you daddy!

Second: How. Dare. He.

I was getting more mad by the second. I screame even louder than before. "Charlie! How can you say something like that? How can you be so naive to think that Edward left like that? You don't even know why he left? Maybe he had. No. Choice. He didn't leave me because of some beautiful babe! You never thought that he left me for me?"

Charlie was startled at the least from my last words.

"How would you know if he was off with some girl or not? He's only been back for a few days! And he comes waltzing back into your life as if he never left! So you just take him back, forgiving him at the drop of a hat. You both aren't very well con-" Charlie was no where near done talking, but I cut him off.

"Exactly Charlie. I took him back. Because that's what you do in real love. You give people second chances. But I guess I shouldn't be talking to you about this," I walked up beside him, away from Edward, "Because you have no idea what's going on between us, and how much I love him. No matter what."

I ran out the open door behind Charlie, and down the hall into the bathroom.

A/N I am so sorry it took so long this write this chapter. And, again, I am so sorry it's so short. One more time, I am so sorry, because I am going on a vacation with my parents for two weeks (leaving tomorrow) to go to a cottage with no computer, so I can't update until I get back. I am so terribly sorry, because even I like reading the stories that I write (boy, I sounded so much like I loved myself there). SORRY!!!