"Dad" I sat down at the table with him and tried to ignore the pounding in my heart.

"Yeah Bells" he said, looking up from his food at the anxious tone in my voice. I chickened out.

"How's your dinner?" I dodged

"Good, Bella what's going on?"

"Nothing," I answered, too quickly, I could see that he didn't believe it, "dad –" I tried again.

"it cant be that bad Bells, just get it over with" but he had dropped his fork, clearly he expected the worst, still I doubted he was prepared for what I was going to tell him.

"Dad I'm moving in with Edward" I said it in a rush and looked up to see Charlie's face turn from one of concern to one of disbelief and anger.

"No you're not" he said, regaining his composure

"Yeah dad, we're moving to Alaska" I meant to sound authoritative, but it came out as more of a scared child.

"Bella" he plead, "you're going to school soon and then you can live at the dorm"

"I want to live with Edward" I squeaked

"No" he said, slamming his fist so hard on the table it made me jump "what's going on Bella? Why do you suddenly have to move in with him? Did he give you an ultimatum? Are you….pregnant?"

"no dad" I stammered, though I knew there was no way I could be, the events of the morning played over in my head and I blushed scarlet and jumped up from the table "it's nothing like that"

"Why then?" he demanded standing too. I didn't have an answer for that question, so I settled on glaring, the last thing I wanted was to fight with Charlie today, but I needed to push him away; it was what was best for him.

"I love you dad, but I'm going" I wanted to run up and hug him, but it was out of the question for now. I stomped up to my room and slammed the door, Edward was there, my bags packed, room bare, as promised. He sat back on the bed, waiting for me.

I climbed up and squished myself to him, listening to his steady breaths. I let the tears fall then feeling so safe in his embrace.

"how do I always seem to manage to make you cry?' he wondered aloud, looking down at my slumped and defeated form.

I looked through the stream of liquid to see his troubled eyes, which only managed to make things worse. I hated to let him see me upset, to watch the anguish in his face, but I couldn't stop, couldn't pretend it didn't hurt me to leave all I'd ever known.

All except him. I reminded myself, and that took some of the pain away, because I knew that whatever was ahead would be bearable if he were there.

"We have to go love" he whispered gently in my ear, picking me up and cradling me lightly in his arms. I wiped the tears from my eyes and he let me down, picking up my bags instead.

"Hold on" I said, holding up my hand for him to wait, and grabbing a pen and paper off my desk. First, I penned a quick letter to Charlie,

Dad,

I know you don't agree with what I'm doing, but I promise it'll be better this way. I'm sorry to leave so quickly, but I didn't want to have to say goodbye again. We're both really bad at that sort of thing. I'm sorry you can't understand (there was more meaning in those words than Charlie could ever know) I love you so much,

Bella

I taped the paper to my computer screen and grabbed another sheet for my mother, I told her to be happy and safe, and it was harder for me to write than I would have thought. Edward waited patiently, holding my bags easily with one hand and stroking the back of my hand with the other as I scribbled hurriedly. I threw the pen down and put the second note up with the first.

"Ready?" Edward asked, and I nodded.

I took one last look at my now empty room and scrambled onto Edwards back.

"Hold on" he warned, pointlessly as I was already using all my muscle strength to hold myself to his body.

In one fluid motion we were at the window, leaping out into the cold, damp night, into the unknown.