Teenage Rebellion EJ Cullen Chapter 3, a twilight fanfic

I found this to be even more amusing as I watched people rush for the basement door that lead to the back yard. Suddenly I heard a deep growl from behind. I felt a piercing ache of fear go through my body. I felt like I just drove my car head on into a brick wall. Before I turned around to face him I saw Nessie's vision. She had been trying to warn me all along, but I was too infatuated with my new experiment. In the split second that followed I saw my dad pacing back and forth in the living room.

"Oh my god" was all I could manage to get out.

I no longer felt excited, thrilled or empowered, I was terrified. What were they doing home? I got another flash from Brayden another warning. He was telling me to come home but it was too late. I realized the longer I drew this out the angrier it was going to make them. I slowly turned around to face Emmitt. His gaze nearly knocked me to my knees. He grabbed me by my shirt and drew me close to his face. His eyes were piercing with fury. He loosened his grasp and we walked outside.

As we stepped out into the night I realized Emmitt had come on foot. He opened the passenger side door of my car and directed me to get in. I could tell he was furious with me. He hadn't made eye contact since we were in the basement.

We pulled into the long driveway and sat there for a second before proceeding on. What was I going to say, what were they going to do? I guess I didn't have to say anything Dad was home. I knew I was not in any state to put my guard up. If Alice's vision wasn't vivid enough, I knew Nessie would spill like an open book.

I walked up the steps to the house opened the door and took one small side step to the left. I let the door shut and I let my body weight go against the door, it was the only thing holding me up.

I glanced to my left and saw Nessie and Jacob sitting the furthest from everyone else. Esme was the first to come towards me. She hugged me harder than she ever had before and then she lifted my chin up so my eyes had nowhere to go but to look straight into hers. As intensely as I had ever heard her speak

"Don't you ever lie to me again."

I could feel my mom angry and staring at me, I could not bring myself to look up at her. A few seconds later I heard Rosalie snap at Alice;

"We left our vacation for this, he is fine!" She stormed out of the room with Emmit quickly in tow.

Everyone else seemed to be motionless. I let my guard completely down. It was pouring out of me into his head. I knew with each thought he was absorbing he became more and more furious with my decisions. He saw me from the moment Nessie and I were in the car. He saw my excitement, knowingly planning to go against the Cullen rules, he saw me lie to Esme, my poor theatrical show with Mrs. Edlin, stealing from the charity blood drive, driving recklessly and tearing up the country club green. I had never seen my father so angry.

In less than a second he had his belt in his hand, grabbed me by the upper arm and practically carried me to the spare bedroom on the first floor. Only a low growl escaped through my father's clenched teeth. As the hair on the back of my neck stood on end I glanced at my father. His jaw was rigid, eyes stone cold fixed on something in front of him. I felt like he was going to explode any minute. Oh god, he is furious. I realized his goal was to make it to the spare room before he had his way with me. I could feel him shaking as his fingers seemed to penetrate tighter around my arm. I've never seen him this mad, oh god what is he going to do?

I quickly racked my brain trying to recall the last time I found myself in the spare bedroom with my father. It was nothing like this. Although my disobedience in the past led to similar punishments, my father's emotions were never as they are now. We always discussed why I was being punished, how my actions led up to forcing his hand and finally the lesson I will learn from my mistake. They were carefully planned out. Old fashion my father was with his style of punishments but never before had I experienced a swatting when he did not have control of his emotions. Tears began to well in my eyes as the fear set in.

Everything was happening so fast it was difficult to stay oriented. I heard a loud bang as the bedroom door rattled on its hinges. Still in my father's death grip I was moved over to the desk in the room. The arm chair was moved so quickly from in front of me I barely noticed it there to begin with. Finally releasing my arm my father applied pressure to my upper back indicating for me to lean over the desk. Complying with his non-verbal cue I leaned myself over the oak table top. With my forearms on the desk I buried my face down into my arms bracing for what I knew was coming next.

"Dad I'…." I began to plea with an apology but was cut off abruptly.

"STOP." Was all I heard and knew discussing anything was out of the picture.

I heard it "swish" through the air before it landed on my backside.

"SMACK"

"OWWWW" I screamed startled by my father's force. Damn that hurt, please let this be quick.

I heard the swish again and braced myself trying to put most of my weight on my forearms.