Okay, so this one is a bit longer than the last. Very much thanks to you, Sunnie, to help me come up with the chapter name and plot for this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Edward's sexy ass. I wish P But alas, Stephanie Meyer owns everything.

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Chapter Eight: Charlie

By the time we got to Charlie's house, I was already having second thoughts about telling him. "Ready Bella?" Edward asked from beside me. I took a deep breath and nodded determindly.

This was it; I was afraid of what Charlie's reaction would be, but in the end, he couldn't make my desicions for me. I was eighteen and I had my own mind. It was my way, or...well, my way.

We got out of the Volvo and walked up to the front door. I opened the door, unlocking it with my set of keys and entered. "Dad?" I called down the hallway. A surprised-looking Charlie came out of the kitchen and gave Edward a suspcious look before looking at me. "Bella? What are you doing back? I thought you were in California with Jessica." He said.

"I know." I replied. "Dad...can we go into the kitchen? We need to talk."

Charlie cast a suspicious glance at us both that time and led the way into the kitchen. I sat down in one of the chairs at the table and motioned for Edward to sit down beside me, which he did in a flourish.

Charlie sat down across from us. "Alright, Bella, what did you want to talk about?"

"First off...Dad I wasn't with Jessica in San Diego. I was with Edward at his house." I said, my voice calm. Under the table, Edward was holding my hand tightly.

Charlie's eyes were focused on Edward, anger clear in his expression.

"Dad, before you say anything...please hear me out. I love Edward, and Edward loves me. He...he asked me to marry him--"

"What?!" Charlie stood up abruptly.

"--And I said yes." I finished, ready for the explosion.

"Isabella Marie Swan!" Charlie whipped around to face me. "How could you do this!? How could you marry someone of the likes of him?! He's just going to break your heart again!"

"Dad, stop!" I screamed at him, and if I could cry, I would have been balling my eyes out.

Charlie rounded on Edward. "You! I want you out of my house this instant!"

Edward stood up. "I'll wait for you outside, Bella." He whispered to me, only loud enough for my vampire hearing to catch. I gave him a nod and a small watery smile. He kissed my cheek and walked down the hallway and after a moment, I heard the door shut.

"How could you Bella?" Charlie asked me, seething with anger. He was really pissed off.

"Me? How could you? Do you realized how you spoke to him him and about him right now?" I asked, a dry sob making my shoulders shake.

"I had a right to Bella! He's just going to hurt you! I don't want you to marry that Bastard! He's not good enough for you!" Charlie yelled at me.

"I'm eighteen! I can make my own decisions! I'm marrying Edward in a week whether you like it or not. You can come to the wedding or not, I don't care." I said and walked off towards the door down the hallway.

"Wait...something's different about you Bella...what is it?" He asked, eyeing my appearence. My paler complexion, my thinner, toned body and taller height. My grace. My red lips and tawny eyes.

"Everything." I replied and walked out the door, and out to Edward's Volvo. I got in and shut the door, leaving Charlie standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, looking at us with regret and at Edward with disgust.

Edward placed a hand on my lap and looked at me. "Honey...are you okay?" He asked as dry sobs made my shoulders shake again. I nodded to him. "Yes...let's just get out of here." I said to him. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway and down the street at about sixty miles an hour. Once we were out of sight of Charlie's house, he gunned the accelorater and I sat back in my seat, staring sightlessly ahead.

"I have a feeling Charlie hates me.." He murmured, amusement in his voice. I looked over at him, and laughed a bit. Edward always knew how to make me feel better.

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