It's a Love Story

Chapter 7-I talked to your dad

A/N It's finally here! Sorry for taking so long! I should be updating tomorrow…also: just a thank you for those who reviewed. So, thank you!

Disclaimer: I'm trying to think of an interesting way to tell you that I don't own Twilight…there we go!

EPOV

I told Alice about what Charlie threatened. To say the least…she didn't take it well.

"Edward Cullen! You have to report this somewhere! You need to call the police. Call Bella! Something!" Alice screamed into the phone, shattering my eardrum.

"In case you forgot, Alice, Charlie is the police." I reminded her. She sighed.

"Well at least explain to Bella, or I will." She stated firmly. I thought about it for a minute. We'd have to talk somewhere that Charlie wouldn't catch us. Somewhere that no one would catch us. I couldn't risk it.

"Please, Alice. If anyone tells her, it should be me. I'm not sure that it's the best thing right now, though. Just, wait." She sighed in defeat.

"Fine, Edward. But you need to tell her soon." Alice warned. I knew she just wanted her best friend back.

"I will, okay? I promise, you'll have the old Bella back by then end of the week." I assured her.

"Okay!" She sounded really happy. "I have to go! I'll call you later okay?"

"Sounds good, Alice. Bye!" the phone clicked off and I fell back on the bed. I guess I better call her. All I have to figure out is what I'm going to say.

BPOV

About 20 minutes after Rosalie left, I went back to my zombie self. I had too much time to think, and too much to think about. Where is he? How is he? Is he as sad as I am? No, that's not possible. Alice called me three times today; I couldn't answer, though. I knew what she would want to talk about, and I was not open to the subject.

You don't have to call anymore

I won't pick up the phone

This is the last straw

Don't wanna hurt anymore

And you can say that you're sorry

But I don't believe you baby

Like I did - before

You're not sorry, no no ohhh

There she goes again, calling. I just didn't want to talk. Not about…him, not about anything. Charlie was becoming more distant. I didn't care. He didn't matter so much to me. He was part of the reason…he left me. My phone rang again, signaling a voicemail. I didn't bother to pick it up, though. It was the fourth voicemail of the day.

"Bella?" Charlie called from downstairs. Great, I wonder what he wants.

"What?" I yelled back, more coldly than I had meant.

"Just making sure you're alive! You going to make dinner, or should I attempt to?" He asked. I trudged down the stairs, unwilling to let my father make dinner. It could be disastrous. I made lasagna, feeling lazy. I knew Charlie wouldn't mind though. We haven't had it in a while.

After dinner I sauntered back up the stairs, trying to find something to take my mind of the pain. Actually, I'm not sure it's pain. It's numbness. Yes, that's a good word, numbness. I fell back on my bed. Staring at the ceiling sometimes helped. I tried to find figures in the pattern of the ceiling. Ridiculous? Yes. But it's also time passing. I soon found myself crying. It took me a while to notice. For the millionth time, I cried myself to sleep. A dream filled sleep. No, an Edward filled sleep.

EPOV

You can do it, Edward. Just dial her number! You've done it many times before. Okay, good, it's calling. Oh, maybe I should put the phone to my ear.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Suddenly I heard a voice.

"You've reached Bella Swan. Leave a message," an empty voice said. "Don't count on me calling back." The voice sounded…dead. It couldn't be Bella. My Bella, who was so full of life, would never talk so absently. Then there was a beep. I couldn't turn back now.

"Hi, Bella…it's me, Edward. I know this isn't, well, um. I just want you to know…I…call me back, okay?" I sounded like an idiot. Oh, well, I guess.

All I could think about was the voice. She had obviously changed her voicemail. The last she had, I was there when she recorded it. I couldn't help myself from looking back at that day.

Flashback

"Edward! Give me like 30 seconds so I can do this, okay?" Bella demanded. She was trying to record her voicemail greeting, but I was distracting her. She pressed '*' to record, and once she started, I sent a trail of kisses down her neck.

"Hi, you've reached Bella…Edward! Stop it!" She giggled. I took the phone from her.

"Hi, you've reached Bella Swan's phone. She can't get to the phone because she is too busy with me. So, no, Mike, she can't go on a date. Tonight or ever. Leave a message and she'll get back to you…if I let her!" I let out a laugh and pressed '#' to save the message. She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Just because you saved it doesn't mean I can't go back and record a new one later!" I took her in my arms.

End of Flashback

She never did record a new one though. At least until now. I'm taking matters into my own hands now I don't care if Charlie hates me. I'm going to Forks.

I took the first plane I could to Seattle I could, and drove faster than ever to get to Forks by six. I just had to see the smiling face of Bella again. I first went to my house, to let my family know I was home, for good. Alice ran up to me and gave me a bone-crushing hug. For a small little pixie, she was strong. I got a welcome home hug from everyone else, too. Rosalie and Jasper were over, visiting with Alice and Emmett. No surprise there, right? I could only stay for a while though; I had to see Bella. Well, actually I needed to see Charlie.

I walked up to the familiar house, afraid of what was going to happen. The door opened with a friendly looking Charlie. His expression changed immediately when he saw me. It was more of a death glare, now.

"Edward, I told you what would happen if you ever showed your face here again. You know what I have to do now, don't you?" He had a smirk on his face, like he was happy that he had the chance to kill me.

"Charlie, please hear me out. I love Bella so much. In a way, I am dead. I'm dead without her. She is everything I live for. If I can't have her, then go ahead kill me. It would be better than living in a world without seeing her, hearing her, touching her-"

"Don't you dare talk about my daughter that way!" He spat. He ran across the room and grabbed something from his police. I knew only too well what was about to happen. He came closer, the object becoming clearer. I gulped. This was it. I saw a figure coming down the stairs. She was extremely thin, a dead look about her. My Bella…this would be the last look I got of her.

"Now, as much as I don't want to do this, I have to for my daughter's heart. She will feel better once you're dead. She wants this." I gave him a disgusted look.

"That's a lie! Bella would never want anyone dead. Even someone who left her!" I tried to convince him, and myself. He was too persuading. He was really making me feel that Bella wanted me dead. I might as well be. Bella was hiding on the stairs. I'm pretty sure she was unaware that it was me outside her front door.

"Oh, but she does. She said it herself. So now I'm going to do it for her." I winced, afraid of what was going to happen. I'm not sure why I didn't run. I couldn't go home, in fear my family would get hurt. He would be able to catch me anywhere else I could go. So I stood there, waiting for my death.

"Anything you'd like to say for yourself?" Charlie asked, slyly. I wished he wouldn't drag this on any longer.

"I just want Bella to know that I love her. If you would tell her that, I would be grateful." I said calmly. I knew he wouldn't tell her, but I knew she was nearby, so she could hear me. By now she surely knew it was me. Maybe she really did want me dead. She wasn't telling Charlie to stop.

"Well, if I told her that, it would be a lie, now wouldn't it?" I was about to protest when Charlie brought the gun up, and I heard a scream. Then, everything turned black.

Author's note: Oh my goodness, I can't believe I just did that. That was a bad cliffy! Sorry! But I'm working on the next chapter right now! So, for the next chapter, I'm really bad with all the medical and legal stuff, so sorry!