Charlie shut the door and locked it, which made me very nervous. I was about to say something but he just walked past me, like I wasn't even standing there, and into the kitchen. Was he giving me the silent treatment? This is why I loved my mom, because when she got mad she would yell for a little while but then be fine, like nothing ever happened. She always said it was because she was a forgiving person but I think it was because she always forgot what we were fighting about. I stood in the doorway of the kitchen, trying to stay out of the way but yet not show fear, because to Charlie fear meant guilt. He warmed up the pasta that I had made earlier but had now gotten cold, and as the dish rotated in the microwave he leaned back against the counter crossing his arms in front of himself.

"Isabella," he started and I knew this was going to be bad because any time a parent used your name in that voice it wasn't going to end up well, "what were you thinking? You know what I don't want to know. I am so disappointed in you, that I have the right mind to send you back to live with your mother right now. Is that what you want? Is that your plan to get me so angry that I am forced to send you back to Renee's?" I opened my mouth to tell him just how sorry I am about everything and how it was all really just a big misunderstanding but before I could even get a word out he began to speak again. "Don't start Bella. Just go to bed." And with that the microwave beeped and he turned his back to me. So I made my way upstairs, but I decided to take that shower that had caused most of today's events. The water helped to relax me a bit but I was still worried about the Charlie issue. I wish he had yelled or something but he was calm, to calm. I took my time drying my hair and putting away some random papers that lay on my desk, before I called Edward. Just to make sure that Charlie wasn't going to come in. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Where was he? Maybe his parents had taken away his phone. But finally after the fourth ring, I heard Edward's sleepy voice on the other side.

"Hello?" He sounded like he had just woken up, and I felt bad for disturbing his sleep.

"Oh Edward, I am so sorry! I didn't know that you would be sleeping."

"It's alright, really. I just must have dozed off. I am really glad to hear your voice that means Charlie didn't kill you." His laugh was soft; he still sounded very tired.

"Charlie is still in shock mode, so no sentence has been set yet. But listen go back to sleep, I'll talk to you tomorrow or Monday, depending on the punishment. Okay?"

"Okay, good-night." I could tell he was already drifting back to sleep.

"Good-night Edward and sweet dreams." I said before I hung up. Laying back on the bed and resting my head on the soft pillow, I realized just how tired I was myself, so it wasn't long before I drifted into sleep.

Charlie had gone fishing early with his old friend Billy by the time I woke up on Sunday, so I cleaned the house and had dinner on the table by the time that Charlie walked in the door. But dinner was eaten silence. TV after dinner was silent. And when I went up to bed, nothing; not even a good-night. It wasn't until I came down for breakfast on Monday morning that Charlie spoke to me for the first time in the past 30 hours.

"Bella, can you sit down for a minute?" I pulled out the chair opposite of Charlie, waiting for him to continue. "I have thought long and hard about what I should do about this and I have finally reached a conclusion. You are grounded for the next three weeks, and that means school then home. No phone and no outside communication. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir." Three weeks that was going to seem like forever! I looked at the clock and noticed it was time to start heading to school. I started to get up when Charlie stopped me.

"Bella?" I turned to face him again. "And I don't want to you to see Edward anymore. I know what you are going to say but Bella he is a bad influence on you." How could he ask this? Break-up with Edward, but we just got together! I couldn't, and Charlie couldn't make me. So I looked straight into his eyes leaning forward placing both hands on the table.

"Never. Edward and I have something. Something special and I am not going to lose it." With that I turned grabbing my book bag and heading out the door to my truck. The ride to school was short and I was one of the first to arrive, so I sat in the car and let the tears flow down my cheeks. I am not sure how long I sat there before my driver side door opened and I was pulled from my truck and into the arms of my Edward.

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