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-Mary Alice-
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Chapter Three: Family Matters
Bella's Point of View
Since the time of my breakdown at lunch, Edward has continuously reminded me how important I am to him. I really think he is taking the pity too far, but it is comforting, so I don't tell him to stop. But that doesn't mean I believe him. I still think he's wasting his time. He probably knows it too. And that's where I'm confused. Why would her purposely waste his time? I don't want to ask, so I guess I'll never know.
Edward never seems to run out of things to talk about, and it makes him an easy person to converse with. We talk about unimportant things, like how the clouds make days gloomy or how Mr. Varner is a very annoying teacher. But we also talk about deep things, things like why people have to die or if there really is a heaven. Edward seems touchy about heaven, and about souls traveling to heaven. I add that to the list of questions I'll never ask him.
Edward has become my security blanket, in the three days that I've known him. When someone talks about me, and silent tears slide down my cheeks, Edward always knows. He hugs me and tells the person who spoke not to talk about me again. Even though he isn't threatening, I know they'll listen. For some unexplained reason, despite his compassion, people find Edward intimidating. And I suppose, in some ways, he is. But Edward is also my safe harbor because when I'm silently crying, trying to hide my tears, he will hold me in his arms, rocking me until I can't help but feel better.
This morning, I sat on the couch of my apartment living room, with the phone in my hand. My fingers glide over the buttons, but I can't press them down. When I finally muster the courage, I don't look; I just let my fingertips push the numbers. Without meaning to, I have called Edward.
"Bella?" His velvet voice says. I love how he knows it's me. My eyes widen in shock. I don't say anything until he calls my name again.
"Um…I meant to call Charlie, sorry," Charlie is my father. Edward and I have talked about him and my mother, Renee. I hadn't ever realised before, but we never talked about his family.
"Okay…wait! Bella! Can I come over?" He asks. It is such a normal question. It sounds almost strange that such a sophisticate would ask me, dying, dirt poor me.
"Sure," I answer, trying to sound like I'm not thrilled he'll be coming over. I'm sure he can tell. But, being the gentleman he is, he doesn't bring it up.
"Okay, I'll be right over." Then I hear the phone click, as he hangs up. I click my phone, too. I put the phone down, and curl up on my couch, waiting for Edward to come. He rings the doorbell very quickly.
"Hello," he says, smiling my favourite crooked smile. I smile back, and move out of his way to let him in. We sit in awkward silence for a moment, when he says, "Would you like to talk to Charlie in person? From what you've told me about him, I think he may prefer it." I hadn't considered that. It seemed like a good enough idea. I nodded, and he picked up the phone.
"You're going to call?" I ask him, confused for a moment.
"If you don't think you can," he said, simply. I knew I should, but I couldn't. It was bad enough having to tell my dad, in person, that I was going to die.
"Okay," I said, and I watched him dial. I listened for the rings. After four rings of the telephone, I heard Charlie answer.
Edward's Point of View
I was calling Bella's father, Charlie, to ask him to come over. Poor Bella, scared of her father's reaction. She thought so fondly of her dad. But poor Charlie, too. By the way Bella spoke of him, he really loved her, and I didn't know how well he would take the news. I wanted to come over, just to comfort them, in any way that I could.
"Bells?" A gruff voice answered. This was the voice of Chief Swan, Forks Police Officer. And it was also the voice of Bella's dad.
"No, sir. This is actually Bella's friend, Edward. Bella is right next to me, though," I answered.
"Are you her boyfriend?" I wish, I thought. But that wasn't currently the case.
"No, sir. Only a friend," I answered truthfully, but also hinting regret.
"Well, then may I ask why you called?" I hadn't thought about that part yet. I tried to be as quick as I could.
"Bella would like me to invite you to lunch, at her house," I tried. I imagined Charlie was wondering why Bella couldn't just call.
"Okay, what time?" he asked, slowly. I glanced at the clock on her wall. It was 11:30 now.
"How about 12:15?" I asked him. That should give Bella enough time to cook a human meal.
"Sure. Oh, and I didn't catch your name, son," Charlie said.
"Edward. Edward Cullen," I was pretty sure he had heard of me.
"Oh, you are Carlisle's son!"
"Yes, sir,"
"Well, great! Nice talking to you. Be there at 12:15,"
"You as well. See you then," I said, before hanging up. I wondered what Chief Swan was thinking. I turned my attention back to Bella.
"So…" she prompted me.
"So…I talked to him, and he's coming for lunch," I said, simply.
"Okay. Edward, I'm scared," she cried, curling up. I sat on the couch beside her and pulled her into my arms. Once I had done so, I thought I may have been acting a bit forward, but I didn't care.
"Shh, Bella, shh. It's okay. You're okay. Charlie's okay. Shh," I soothed, rocking her back and forth. Tears came down her cheeks quickly, and I felt pain, because she was crying so much lately. "You'll need to make lunch," I reminded her. She stood up, wiping the tears from her eyes, and sprinted to the kitchen. She made a lovely Pasta Alfredo, something I would have enjoyed in my human years. Charlie was there at 12:15 on the dot, and somehow I wasn't surprised.
Bella started shaking when the doorbell rang. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and led her to the door. She pulled the door open, and I let her go.
"Dad!" she said, hugging her father. He returned the hug.
"Bells, how are you?" She ignored the question.
"Let's eat before our meal gets cold." She said, trying to usher Charlie to the kitchen. When we were seated, Charlie tried to make small talk.
"So, Edward, tell me about yourself,"
"Well—"I was interrupted by Bella.
"Dad, I need to tell you something," she kept glancing at me. I listened to Charlie's thoughts, and I knew what conclusion he was jumping through.
"Bella Swan! I knew he wasn't just a friend! You're pregnant!" I pressed my lips together, so as not to laugh. Today was not a funny day.
"No! No, no, no! Edward is only a friend. This is about me," Charlie didn't quite know what to make of that. I pitied him in that instant.
"Okay, what is it, hon?"
"Dad…I've only got six months to live. The cancer? It c-came back," she started sobbing. I stood up to excuse myself, and let them have a family moment, but Bella stood up and cried into my chest. As happy as I was, this was a time for her and her father.
"Be with your dad now. I'll be in the other room," I whispered to her, rubbing her back. She nodded, and ran to her dad. I moved to her living room, and waited for them to finish talking.
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-Mary Alice-