Chapter 16:

Crushed Phone

I blocked my thoughts immediately.

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen, what is in your back pocket?!" he yelled at me as he got up.

I stared wide eyed. "A paper" I answered.

"Specifically"

"A yellow paper with letters" I added.

"Renesmee!" he yelled as he stormed over to me.

I walked back in pace with him. I wasn't scared but I knew it was better to keep a safe distance from dad when he was like this.

"Edward" Carlisle called.

Everyone else was frozen, staring at us.

"Carlisle . . . why are you blocking me?" he said as he spun towards grandpa.

"Edward, calm down so we can talk this through rationally"

"Carlisle . . . do you know something I don't!?" he yelled, accusing his dad.

"Edward" Carlisle said sternly. "You will not talk to me like that. I said we would talk this through calmly and rationally. Go to my office right now" he ordered.

"No. What do you know? What happened?!" he said turning to me in rage.

"Edward!" Carlisle yelled.

I was surprised, I had never heard Carlisle yell at my dad.

"I said my office. NOW!!" he ordered.

Edward gave me a hard look and ran upstairs.

"I'm so sorry grandpa" I whispered as I hugged him.

"It's okay. It's not your fault, your dad needs to learn to control his anger. Now come, we have to talk to him, both of you" he said looking at us.

I sighed but nodded. Carlisle started heading up. I was going to follow when I remembered something.

"Mom?" I asked.

"Yeah?" she asked, still slightly shocked.

"A couple of friends were going hiking tomorrow and I was wondering if Jake and I could go" I asked.

I knew this wasn't the best time to ask but if I asked after our 'chat', they would definitely say no.

"Nessie . . . " she began but was cut off by my dad.

"RENESMEE!!" he yelled and I grimaced.

He was mad. Really mad.

"Go. Talk it out with your dad and then you and I have to talk" she said and I groaned.

I had to explain twice and everything else . . . ugh! I should've just stuffed that stupid detention in my backpack instead of leaving it in my pocket.

"Come on Nessie" Jake said, waving me from the stairs.

I danced over to him. Together, we walked up to Carlisle's office. On our way up, I realized my dad had used my full name almost six times in one day. That's more than he normally does in a few months sometimes. Wow. Talk about anger management.

I quickly slipped the detention from my back pocket into the sleeve of my shirt. That would probably be better. We finally stopped in front of Carlisle's office. I could hear them inside. I gulped and took a deep breath.

"Hey, everything's gonna be fine" Jake promised.

I shook my head.

"Trust me" he said as he lifted my chin and kissed me passionately.

"Come on" he said as he pulled back.

I nodded, squeezed his hand tightly and took a deep breath. Then I opened the door. Carlisle was sitting behind the desk, waiting patiently. When our eyes met, they were filled with compassion and understanding. Then my eyes turned over to my dad who was sitting in the chair next to Carlisle. His eyes were the exact opposite. They were filled with anger and accusation. I quickly looked away.

Slowly, Jake led me to the other chair. He sat in the chair and I sat on his lap, leaning back as he wrapped his arms around my waist. My dad glared at his arms as if he were going to rip them off. We all stayed quiet for a second.

"So . . . " I began.

"A Detention Renesmee?!" 7th time. " Seriously?" he said as he got up "On the first day of school!!!"he yelled at me.

I just played with Jake's hand, not looking at his eyes.

"Edward, calm down" Carlisle ordered in a calm voice.

Dad huffed and paced for a couple more seconds before he finally sat down angrily.

"So . . . " I said again.

My dad just growled this time.

"So, we obviously need to talk" Carlisle said.

"Okay, let's talk" my dad said angrily. "Renesmee" 8th time "what is in your back pocket?" my dad asked me.

"Umm" I said as I patted both my pockets, a tad bit smug. "Nothing"

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen!" 9th time. Wow, that's a new yearly record "Don't lie to me" he yelled.

"Nessie, you really shouldn't lie to him" Carlisle said.

I suddenly got the feeling I was in therapy. Carlisle was the shrink, Jake was the support and me and my dad had the issues.

"Dr. Car—" I started but started laughing.

I really just saw Carlisle as my therapist! With the clipboard and all.

"Sorry" I said as I caught my breath. "Carlisle, I'm not lying, I have nothing in my back pocket" I said matter a factly.

They both sighed. Well, my dad more like growled.

"Nessie . . ." Carlisle said.

"I'll prove it" I said as I got up.

I turned around and emptied my pockets. All that came out was lint. Everybody stared at the lint incredulously.

"See, I wasn't lying, it's not in my pocket" I said and could've just slapped myself for giving it away.

"So then where is it" my dad said, struggling to keep his voice normal.

"Where's what?"

"The Detention, what else!" he yelled.

"Oh, I believe that is in my shirt sleeve, yeah, here it is" I said trying to make a joke out of it as I curled my hand around it.

"Carlisle, I want to know 1 thing, did you know?" My dad asked.

Carlisle looked at me for a second before he answered.

"Yes, we were going to tell you when I got home" he admitted.

My dad sighed angrlily and nodded curtly. We? When did we plan that? Carlisle gave me a glance that dared my to contradict.

"How did you know?" my dad asked.

I looked down at my detention and saw it was Mr. Pay's. That meant . . . !!

"He knew because he was called when we—I mean I" I was trying to leave Jake out of this "got a detention. It's school policy for all 1st detentions" I said.

Both of them turned to me. My dad was skeptical and Carlisle was a bit disappointed. What? I asked with my eyes mostly to him. He shook his head slightly and turned back to Edward.

"Dad, look, it really wasn't my fault. The class was sooo boring and it was so hard to pay attention" I explained.

"What?" he asked.

"Look, I got this for doodling on my binder" I said as I handed him the detention.

He looked it over and seemed surprised.

"It's really the teacher. I also got one from him" Jake spoke for the first time showing my dad his detention.

He had been mostly comforting my in a non vocal way. But now . . . that was just plain stupid.

"You got on too? Maybe I should start going there and keep an eyes on you two" he said as he read Jake's.

"NO!!" we both yelled at the same time.

My dad seemed to find it humorous and cracked a smile for the first time in the past minutes. I let out a sigh of relief.

"You fell asleep?" he asked Jake.

"No! I was . . . dozing. I wasn't actually sleeping but that dude just hates new students" Jake argued. I laughed.

"You two both better start paying attention or you're both going to be in big trouble I—" but he was interrupted by his cell phone ringing. Who could that be?

"Hello? Mr. Edward Cullen?" Asked and all too familiar voice.

Possibilities. Uhoh! No! No! Please no!!

"Yes, this is him"

"Oh! Good, good. This is Mr. Campbell, the principal of Lion Pride. I wanted to call and personally apologize" he said.

"Apologize, for what?" my dad asked turning to me.

I had my fingers crossed behind my back and Jake had his crossed within mine.

"For the mix up that there was today. As you probably already know, Renesmee C. Cullen and Jacob E. Black were sent to my office today" NO!! My dad glared at us, his eyes bulging, his hand nearly crushing the phone. "The numbers got confused and we accidentally called in their relative to my office, Dr. Carlisle Cullen. I'm calling, as I mentioned before to personally apologize for the mix-up. I promise it will never happen again" he finished.

Why? Why couldn't it just work? Why did Mr. Soup have to call. WHY??? I groaned and leaned into Jake who kissed me soothingly.

"No . . . it's okay. I understand and I'm positive" he said nearly killing us with his eyes. "that it won't happen again. I would also like to personally apologize for their atrocious behavior which got them sent into your office. I will have a very firm" Uhuh, not good "talk with them. Thank you Mr. Campbell. Have a good afternoon"

"You too Mr. Cullen. Goodbye" he responded. The line was cut off with a click right before the tiny phone finally gave away and was crushed in dad's hand.

A/N

Hey Guys! Oh!! Nessie's in huge trouble now. Edward is mad. He was calming down and now thianks to . . . possibilite =p . . . he a wound up again. Watch your back Nessie. =p. I have huge state-wide tests coming up so updates might be a little off these next few weeks. I updated today though! So, what do you think? Tell me and I will lift the curse I have now placed on you. Every time you sit down, a chair will shock you. Mwahahahahaha!

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