"You filthy, whore!" Charlie's spiteful accusation rang through the house to a deafening degree, giving me a hunch it hadn't be an intelligent choice to tell him about my pregnancy.
"Dad, please, I can explain." I pleaded, though it was an inevitable task to get him to see reason, but it couldn't hurt to make an attempt regardless.
"Explain what!" Charlie cried, his voice trembling. "Would you care to explain how my daughter became the town slut? I can't believe you'd do this to yourself, Isabella." He continued ranting on about how I was a disgrace, though that seemed rather hypocritical of him. He got Renee pregnant at eighteen as well, which only further lessened his innocence.
"I can't believe how disobliging you're being!" Tears threatened to spill over, but before they had the opportunity to do so, Charlie had me in his cruiser. He was hell bent, for lack of a better term, to find out if this was truly happening, rather than a cunning work of his imagination.
Following our arrival at the hospital, Charlie seized my arm and callously dragged me into the weather worn building, disregarding any and all stares received. As we approached the receptionist's counter, the expression of the woman in attendance was immediately petrified with fear of Charlie's maniacal disposition.
"I need an appointment for my daughter. I do not care who it is, just get her in with your first available doctor; now!" Charlie barked, shoving the paperwork aside.
"Yes, Chief Swan." The pitiable woman was trembling as she quickly alerted someone to take me into an examination room.
As a nurse escorted us to a room, I gave an apologetic smile to the receptionist, my temper thinning by the minute. I could tell this would be an ugly battle, not only by the way Charlie paced the compact space of the examination room, but by his relentless hair pulling.
"You might want to stop the hair pulling or else you'll loose what little hair you still have." I smirked knowing that was only going to provoke him further, but considering I'm already in over my head, why not have some fun along the way? Just as Charlie was about to retaliate, Carlisle walked in, stethoscope and all.
"What seems to be the problem with Bella, Charlie?" Carlisle's gentle demeanor was futile against Charlie's seemingly endless rage.
"What's the problem? Apparently my promiscuous daughter couldn't keep her legs crossed and now she's pregnant!" Carlisle locked eyes with me, his soft, golden eyes full of curiosity regarding the legitimacy of this accusation. What perplexed me most was his emotions remained static. I gave him a sheepish grin, all the while thinking how much he probably loathes being in my presence.
"Calm down, Charlie, just let me do my job so we can get this all sorted out, alright?" In an instance, he had a tourniquet wrapped around my arm and was assembling the supplies necessary to draw my blood. Smiling compassionately, Carlisle gently caressed my cheek, unbeknownst to Charlie, and whispered "You'll be fine, love." I nodded, my entire body trembling at the sight of the odious needle.
The process went much smoother than I had anticipated, though I nearly passed out when he drew the necessary amount of blood. Letting out a breath I had subconsciously held in, I collapsed onto the examination table, gratified the torture was over.
"I'll make sure the test will be a top priority. We'll have the results in about three hours." Carlisle stated, causing Charlie to glare maliciously at him.
Three hours in a parking with your father who is about ready to disown you, along with the love of your life, with whom you've been sneaking around with, can get quite uncomfortable. The awkwardness seemed to literally dissipate once the results had been delivered to Carlisle. It wasn't relevant for me to hear anything, yet he still captivated my undivided attention with my yearning to decipher his feelings of the matter.
"Well, Bella, it looks like you're pregnant." As he gave the verdict for my pregnancy, I could have sworn I'd seen him smile subtle enough for me to see how euphoric he was. Charlie scowled, grabbing me by the arm, having seen the expression.
"Thank you for your time, Dr. Cullen, but Bella and I need to get home." And with that as our final departure, I looked back at the father of the child I was bearing, his happiness no longer contained under a façade of professionalism.
Ironically, I didn't notice Charlie's silence. I didn't notice that he hadn't bothered to look in my general direction. What I did notice, however, was a single glistening tear tumbling down his cheek, his expression no longer that of a livid psychopath, but of a heartbroken father. The one thing that held me together was that Carlisle was presumably elated about my being pregnant, but that particular topic has yet to come up.
Once inside the house, I disregarded Charlie pulling out his gun and made a mad dash for my room. After his reaction to my pregnancy it was safe to assume my immediate removal from the residence was sure to ensue momentarily. In preparation for my inevitable departure, I packed all of my necessities, baffled that I was able to fit everything into one bag. As stealthily as possible, I loaded my ancient truck with my bag and made my way back inside my childhood home for what was most likely the last time.
Upon my entrance, Charlie motioned for me to come into the kitchen. What I hadn't been able to perceive just how painful the outcome of this conversation would be.
"Bella, I'm going to ask you this once, and only once; who is the father of your child" Charlie started casually as he finished assembling his gun with one swift motion of his hand, making him armed and lethal. My blood turned cold as he enunciated each word. Almost immediately I began thinking of any alternative besides the truth, but to no avail.
I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes, ready to completely break my father's heart "Carlisle Cullen is the father of our child. I don't care what you say, I am keeping my baby and there isn't anything you can do about it." One thing's for sure, he wasn't heartbroken at the moment.
"What! Dr. Cullen is the father? Jesus Christ, Isabella, he's got to be thirty years old!" I winced at his words, wishing terribly he knew the truth.
"I'll kill him. I'm going to kill him! No, on second thought, get out of my house!" Charlie knocked the table to the ground with verocity I'd yet to have seen, gun in hand.
"Since you're going to play that game, I'll go live with Carlisle and you can't do shit about it! I know one thing for damn sure, Carlisle will be a better father than you could ever hope of being!" His expression looked as though I'd taken a knife to his heart, and I didn't even look back as I slammed the door behind me.
Emotionally compromised, I backed out of the driveway and drove to the Cullen's house. It wasn't until I was half way through my journey that sobs wracked through my body at the realization of what I'd done.
(A/N: Just in time for Thanksgiving! I hope everybody has a great day today. Please leave reviews. Any ideas as to how the rest of the Cullen Family should react to the news of Bella's pregnancy? Lots of love to my amazing readers-CCandBS. P.S: Thanks to Sam'sTrueAngel and everyone else who helped me edit this story. And yes, I did not have a lot of time to edit this the first time around, so here you are! A chapter that is slightly better than it originally was).