Chapter 5 - Charlie's Story (Grace's POV)

When I woke up the next morning, I was determined to talked to Edward again. Even if he didn't want to tell me about my mom, I have information about him that I don't think he wants it to be public. He'll have to tell me one way or another.

I got dressed as fast as I could, threw on some jeans and a t-shirt from the top of my suitcase.

I went downstairs, grabbed my rain coat, and headed towards the door.

"Hey, Grandpa, I'm going out for a while," I said. "I'll grab a bit to eat when I'm out, too."

"Whoa, hold on!" he said as he came out of the living room. "I thought I could go with you and help show you around. And I know a great breakfast place we can go to."

Damn. There's no way I could talk to Edward with my grandpa with me. I could just say no and go alone, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"Um, sure, that'd be great," I said, hoping he couldn't tell that I was lying.

"Great," he said, "I'll just go get my coat and we'll go."

Charlie has to be the slowest tour guide in history. He went 10 mph when we were just driving through the trees, wanting me to take in the scenery. Then had to show me everything in Forks: shops, schools, diners, and everything else in town. And then, when we got to the police station, he actually took me in and gave me an inch-by-inch tour of it. Finally, when my stomach was growling so loudly that everyone in Washington could hear it, he took me to a small breakfast place.

Wanting to be on my own as quickly as possible, I just ordered 2 pancakes, but Charlie, of course, ordered the supreme, which included 3 pancakes, 2 eggs, 2 bacon strips, and 2 sausage patties.

While we waited for our food to come, I decided to see if I could get more information from Charlie about Edward.

"Um, Grandpa, I - um," I hesitated, "I know that you told me not to talk to him again - which I won't," I added quickly seeing the color raise on his face, "I was just wondering if you could tell me a little bit more about Edward and why I can't see him again?"

"You already know why you can't talk to him," Charlie said, "He's a criminal."

I was getting sick of the criminal story.

"How can - okay, I'm not saying this to try and make you mad or anything, I just want to know more about him," I said, hoping that he would keep calm. It also didn't hurt that we were in public. "But how can someone whose on the Honor Roll be a criminal?"

Charlie, remembering what I said or that we're in a public place, kept pretty calm, though it took all his strength.

"How do you know that he's on the Honor Roll?" he asked curiously.

"I - um - looked it up on the internet," I said.

Charlie stared at me for a moment. I'm guessing he was deciding whether to tell me the truth or to stick to the criminal story.

"Okay," he finally said, "I'll tell you what I know about him, but remember this. I can't tell you everything about him. Some secrets aren't mine to tell."

"Okay," I said, fighting the urge to smile.

"But not here. I'll tell you when we get home," he said.

This I expected. I mean, how can you talk about a vampire with 20 or more people listening in on the conversation? I didn't want to wait, but I knew it would be best if we talked at home.

The rest of breakfast was pretty quite. Charlie kept on staring down at his food. He seemed to be thinking of how much he was going to tell me later.

The drive home was silent, too. Charlie was driving too slow again, probably trying to stale telling me about Edward. But I know we would get home eventually, so I kept my mouth shut.

When we finally got home, Charlie went to the living room, searching to see if there were any games on at all, which there weren't at 11:00 in the morning.

When he went through all the channels twice, he put down the remote and went into the kitchen. I followed after him. There's no way he can be hungry when we just ate. Apparently, he thought that eating now was crazy, too, because just seconds after he entered the kitchen, he went back to the living room. I followed him again, getting tired of him trying to stale.

"Grandpa, I don't want to be rude or force this on you, but wouldn't it just be easier to tell me now, rather than wait?" I asked, wanting to know what he knew about Edward.

He looked at me. "Okay," he said, "I'll tell you. You might want to get comfortable, though. It's a long story."

I sat down on a chair next to the sofa. "I'm good."

"Your mother's going to kill me when she finds out," he said, still staling.

"I won't tell her," I said. And I wouldn't. The last thing I want her to find out is that I forced my grandpa to tell me about Edward.

"Okay," he said. He took a deep breath before beginning. "Well, it all started when your mother came to live with me when she was around 17. Your grandma just got remarried to Phil, the 'great baseball player'."

"Ah," I said, chuckling, "Phil's not that bad."

"Hey, now if I'm telling you this story, you can't be interrupting me," he said.

"Sorry," I said, "I'll shut up."

"Okay, good," he said. "Now, as I was saying, your grandma just got married and Bella didn't want to move around all the time or be a burden to your grandma for making her stay in Phoenix, where they used to live. So she came here, instead. She started to make some pretty good friends, but then, a couple weeks later, she started to talk to Edward Cullen. Now, Edward lived in Forks for 2 years before Bella arrived here. He and his family moved here from Canada, I think. No, it was Alaska. Yeah, pretty sure it was Alaska. Anyway, his family didn't usually socialize often, but everyone knew who they were because their father, Carlisle, was a doctor down at the hospital. He and his wife, Esme, couldn't have a child of their own, so all their kids are adopted. they have 2 daughters, Alice and Rosalie, and 3 sons, Emmett, Jasper, and Edward. They were good kids, got good grades and never got into trouble, but people usually stayed away from them. I don't know if it was out of jealously or out of fear because they were all rich and beautiful. Anyways, they spent a lot of time together. Almost every weekend, they would go out hiking. It was always just their family and no one else, no friends or coworkers. That's why I was so surprised when your mother started to ask about him. I told her what I just told you right now. She seemed to be happy with what I told her cause she really didn't ask about him anymore.

"But then, she started to talk about him more. She made plans with him to go up to Seattle for one weekend. She told me he was just a friend, but I wasn't convinced. She hung out with him more than she did with any of her other friends. I knew that they were going out after a while and I didn't need anyone to tell me otherwise. Even though I wasn't thrilled that she was going out with him, I was just relieved that she was happy again. But she always seemed to be tired all the time. I should have known that he was sneaking in back then, but then again there were a lot of things that your mom never told me about.

"Then Bella went to Phoenix to - uh - visit her mother. And, of course, your mother, being the klutz she is, fell down the stairs and broke her leg and some ribs. Couldn't get Edward to leave the hospital room for more than five minutes.

"After she left the hospital, she came back to Forks with me. Edward asked me if I would let her go to the prom with him a couple days later. I didn't like the idea, but I didn't want Bella to be unhappy, so I let him take her.

"Months went by and they were still inseparable. But then, a day after her eighteenth birthday, he left her. He broke her heart and left America. Bella was miserable and depressed. She would do what she was told, but it was like she was lifeless.

"Months later, we went to visit Billy and, your father, Jacob Black. Bella didn't want to go, but when I said she would go live with Renee if she didn't snap out of her little depression, she put on a happy face and went. Bella seemed to like Jacob. She started to hang out with him more often. Of course, now I know why. your mother decided to be rebellious and get herself a motorcycle. She wanted Jacob to help fix it up. But after she started to hang out with him, I started to see some life in her. She started to be happier and less depressed.

"You probably know the rest. They started going out and then, eventually got married and had you."

"But why'd he come back?" I interrupted confused.

"Hey, hey, no interrupting, remember," he said, "But to answer your question, he just came back a year ago. Apparently, he knew that Bella had left town. Most people who knew him moved away from here or they died, so no one asked too many questions, except probably me.

"That's it," he said, finishing his story, "That's all I can tell you about Edward Cullen."

"Thanks, Grandpa," I said, a little depressed on how little information I got about Edward besides that he was in love with my mother. "That was a good story."

"I'm glad you liked it," he said, getting up, "Now no more questions about Edward and your mother, okay?"

"Sure, no more questions," I said, which was kinda true. I would still ask questions, I just wouldn't ask Charlie. "I'm going upstairs to take a shower."

"Okay," he said, "Just don't tell your parents that I told you that story. I don't know which one would be more mad at me, your father or your mother."

"Don't worry," I said as I was going upstairs, "I don't' want them to find out either."

Which is true. if they kept this from me, there's got to be a reason for it. this story has to be more than just a love story. And if it is, than something else happened that my parents don't want me to know. All I know is that something much have happened in Phoenix. Even if my mom is a huge klutz, falling down the stairs wouldn't break her bones; she's done it hundreds of times back home. I want to know why they didn't want me to hear this story.

It could just be about Edward being a vampire, but I want to know what happened down in Phoenix. And also why Edward left my mom. If he really loved her, why'd he leave her heartbroken?

I'd figure that I would just go and find Edward the next day and have him tell me what really happened. I turned off the water and got out of the shower. I put on a t-shirt and some old pajama pants. I just wanted to relax today and not go outside. After all, this is a vacation. I turned on the computer to e-mail my mom. I don't want her to freak out when I'm okay. I kept my e-mail short and sweet, not going into details about what I'm doing, but enough information to keep her content.

After this, I decided to go downstairs and watch some T.V. with Charlie. I guess I inherited his genes for baseball games cause at the top of the third inning, we were both yelling at the T.V. screen. When the game got over at 3:00, it left both me and Charlie feeling angry and disappointed. I went back onto the computer to see if my mom waited by the computer for my e-mail and replied quickly as possible. She did. She was glad that I was having a good time and told me not to get into any trouble with Charlie. I turned off the computer and went back to my room. I guess I was still a little jet-lagged because 2 minutes after I laid down, I was fast asleep.

My dream was one of the weirdest that I've ever had. I was in a small, dark room. There were no doors or windows. Than, out of nowhere, he was there. He wasn't anyone I've ever seen before, and I would've remembered because he was drop-dead gorgeous. He walked toward me, took my hand, and kissed it. Then, all of a sudden, he was dancing, with no music or anything. I guess I was dancing with him because I was moving where he was moving, but I couldn't think of anything else besides him. I couldn't even feel my legs. Then he dipped me.

in an instant, his dark brown eyes turned bloody red. I could hear a small growl coming from inside of him. I tried to break free, but he was too strong. he lowered his head to my neck and bit me.

I was screaming as I was waking up. I guess the imaginary pain woke me up. I looked at the clock. It was only 2:00 a.m. I groaned. There's no way I could get back to sleep with all this adrenaline rushing through me, I was still shaking from the dream. I decided to go to the bathroom to rinse of all the sweat from me.

But when I got up, I realized that I wasn't the only one in the room.

"Ah, what's the matter? Had a bad dream?" a woman said in a baby-like voice. She was pale, beautiful, and had flaming red hair.

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A/N - Sorry i couldn't update for a while, i had tryouts for my high school. Anyways, please review! i see a lot of hits, but don't see a lot of reviews. I'll try and update tomorrow or this week, but no promises. Please review!

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