Hey, so I didn't think a 25 page long argument was necessary. Bella is 18, she cna move out if she wants. DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight or any of it's characters.
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We were sitting at the kitchen table, me and Edward sitting extremely close on the same side of the small table, perhaps too close for Charlie's liking. Charlie across from us, leaning back, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, expectant. Edward started speak.
"Charlie, do you recall when I… was gone, and Bella was here?" The small part of my brain that wasn't keeping me frozen with fear marveled at his calm tone.
"Just tell me what this is about, Bella," My dad was anticipating something horrible from the way her looked at me, something as bad as a murder confession. Edward wrapped his arm around his waist, that gave me a tiny bit of courage.
"D-dad, I….Um… Well, I mean, I—" I sturrered for what seemed like an eternity, Charlie's eyes narrowed more. I stopped and took a deep breath. " Edward and his family are moving, and..well…they want me to go with them. And I said yes." Charlie fumed, his nostrils flared, and he stared at me with sheer fury. "Remember when Edward was gone? Remember how horrible that was? I couldn't even sleep without screaming, you heard it, you faced me every day."
"Charlie—" Edward, bless him, was trying to calm Charlie.
"I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT!" I had never heard Charlie so loud.
"I'm eighteen dad, I am going, you can't do anything to stop me. I'm sorry." My voice went from a scream to a whisper in one short sentence.
Charlie glared at Edward. "Edward, could you maybe give me and Bella some time alone, she will call when we are through," Charlie's voice was oddly thoughtful. Edward wordlessly slid his hand into mine, twined our fingers, and kissed the back of his hand lightly, enough for Charlie to handle, I looked at him for a split second and then was back to Charlie, I heard the front door open and close lightly.
"Bella, you're eighteen, You still have two months of high school. Can't you wait?"
"No." My stubbornness was setting in.
"Bella, me and your mother, we… well we were too young to handle what we thought we could." Charlie was nothing but concerned now.
I leaned forward, my finger clutching the side of the table. "What's done is done," I said, "I have made my decision."
"Bella, please."
"No."
"Fine," Tears well up in my dad's eyes and spilled over. Mine followed
We spent the whole night sitting at that table talking, about everything. I made him some food about halfway through the night. The tears, from both of us, turned into laughs. He was letting me go. It was so hard to believe it was so fast. I thought it was going to take all night to convince him. Eventually, Charlie started glancing at the clock as the sun was slowly rising through the trees.
"Let's go to bed, Dad." Charlie only nodded. I stood and walked to my dad's side of the table slowly. He caught me up in a 5 minute long, tear-filled, hug. Then we said "Good morning" Instead of "Good night" and has a small laugh about that. Charlie trudged upstairs, I stumbled upstairs right on his heels. I waited till I heard him snoring, then through the haze of drowsiness I went back downstairs and wrote a short note.
Hey dad, I woke up before you and decided to go to Edwards. I love you.
Love,
Bella
I was surprised I was able to get my truck to Edwards, I don't think it was legal for me to be driving so tired.
There was wetness on my cheeks as I yanked the key out of the ignition. Making it only to the porch, I say on the bottom step and leaned my head against the banister, fighting unconsciousness as I watched tears fall onto the white painted wood. He was going to be here in less than a second. No doubt about that. Right as I thought that, cold arms wrapped around my waist and under my knees, I was no longer on the ground, I watched his face as he slowly walked up all of the steps. Halfway through the first flight Edward looked down at me and smiled warmly. "I'm proud of you," He smiled, warmly, not something I expected. He still felt guilty, no doubt. Then he bent his head down to kiss away the tears on my cheeks. He set me down on his giant gold bed, I hadn't noticed we were in his room, he must have ran while I my attention was somewhere else.
His lips hadn't left my face, Edward covered my face with soft kisses, across my forehead, down my nose, cheeks again, tip of my chin…
I felt asleep to his cold lips kissing the underside of my jaw, smiling.