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Chapter 18

Carlisle and I had finally gotten home around five Monday night. And yes, I was a bad girl and skipped school. But hell, we graduate on Saturday, so who really cares? ..Yes, Charlie will. But what he doesn't know, won't kill him. Yet.

I collapsed on my bed as Carlisle hung my dress up in my closet.

When I lifted my head, Carlisle was right in front of me, sitting on the floor.

"Bella, I have an important question to ask of you," he said, getting all formal. I thought I'd gotten rid of that. Damn.

"Yes..?" I asked warily, eyeing him.

"Will you move in with me?" I was not expecting that, and my eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"Where at?"

"The house," he said, referring to the white mansion that you couldn't find in the dark to save your god-damned life.

"Right. How stupid of a question was that?" I laughed. "But what about Charlie?"

"I actually talked it over with him already." My eyes widened.

"..When was this?"

He laughed at me. I glared. "The night before the prom," Carlisle said, rubbing my hand with his thumb. "So, will you move in with me?" His molten eyes looked hopeful.

"Mhm." I smiled, and kissed him quickly. A car door slammed outside. "I'll go tell Charlie," I said, practically bolting out of the room and leaving Carlisle laughing on the floor.

"Hey, Dad!" I chirped, bouncing in place as he hung up his gun.

"..Hello.." He looked like he was afraid that I was high or something.

"You know how you and Carlisle talked about me moving in with him?" I followed him into the kitchen where he clomped around, and got a beer from the fridge.

"Yeah?" he asked, popping it open and taking a sip.

"I said yes." I grinned.

"That's great!" He grinned back, and his mustache was wet.

"Uh.. Dad.. you got a little.." I wiped at the top of my mouth.

"Oh. Haha."

"Dad, why do you.. like.. I don't know, accept mine and Carlisle's relationship?" I have been curious about this for two months, ever since Carlisle came back and Charlie let him stay. "I mean, he's twenty-six. Why did you let him stay?" I asked, sitting down in one of the mismatched kitchen chairs.

"Well.. I was tired of seeing you moping around, Bells. And I could tell from the moment I came home and found you two on the couch that he wasn't going to hurt you like that bastard, Edward. Sorry. But you needed some happy in your life. And now look what you're doing. You went to prom - and not against your will - and now you're moving in with your boyfriend." He was starting to sound choked up. "I'm just really happy for you, Bella. I just want to see you happy."

"Aww, Dad, you're gonna make me cry," I said, a smirk on my face. "Thanks. And I am happy."

"Good. And if he hurts you, I'll kill him. I still have my shotgun somewhere around here," he muttered.

"No need for that, Dad. Keep the shotgun away."

I ran back up the stairs and slammed into my door.

"You okay?" Charlie asked from downstairs.

"Nope," I said, opening my door.

"Alright!" he called back.

"Stupid." Carlisle was laughing again. "I swear I'm going to hit you. I swear." This only made him laugh harder. "Oh, I hate you!" I shouted, and tackled him.

"GAH!" Carlisle'd never made that kind of noise before. I started laughing hysterically. And I mean, hysterically. "What's so funny?" Carlisle asked, sitting up.

"You said gah," I gasped out between peals of laughter.

"..And?" He honestly didn't get it, which only made it funnier.

"You've never made a noise like that before." My laughter had finally died down a little.

"Love, you're so weird," he said, sighing.

"And you love me for it." I grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Indeed, I do." Carlisle leaned in and kissed me softly..

And a loud cough interrupted us from the doorway. We had forgotten to close the door. "Uh, Bells?"

And it was my father. I turned beet red. Once again, I swear my hands turned red. Maybe even my feet.

"Yeah?" I squeaked. I peeked at Carlisle from under my hair, and he was staring at the ceiling like it was the most intriguing thing he had ever seen.

"Are you moving in tomorrow or tonight? I mean, not that I want you out.. It's just that you don't really.. have much.. to.. pack.." Charlie was embarrassed, too. Good.

"Carlisle?" I asked, still looking at the floor. Sure enough, my feet were turning pink. Full body blush. WAY TO GO, DAD.

"Tonight would be fine with me," he said to no one in particular, but it was aimed at the ceiling.

"And there is your answer, Dad. Now, go away."

"Alrighty then." He then clomped back downstairs.

"Ohmygodthatwassogoddamnedembarrassing!" I said in one breath, making Carlisle jump.

"Agreed. But at least I didn't turn pink." He smirked.

"Once again, I swear I'm going to hit you one day," I re-threatened.

"I'll be looking forward to that," Carlisle said, helping me up. "So, you want to start packing now?"

"Shouldn't take much. Clothes.. uh.." I got silent. "And my books. That's about all I have that I want, actually." I laughed at how pathetic that was. "Wow. That's pathetic, isn't it?"

"Not really. Just kinda." I hit his arm. "Ow," he said, holding his arm. "That hurt."

"It hurt me more than it hurt you. Trust me."

"Sure, sure," he mumbled, and I hit him with a pillow. "HEY!"

"Yes?" I asked with the pillow raised above my hand.

"I love you." He smiled.

"Cheater." I hit him again. "And I love you, too."

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By eight, we were already at home - That's gonna take some time to get used to - and moving my depressing one suitcase of stuff into Carlisle's room. I was doing this while he hauled things out of the basement back into the living room, kitchen, and so on. The strength of vampires never ceased to amaze me.

Mine and Carlisle's room was abso-fucking-lutely huge - pardon my french - and it had the biggest master bath I have ever seen. It was like the size of Manhattan, with a tub the size of Phoenix.

Don't even get me started on the bed.. But I will anyway. Eh, how about I just describe the whole room?

The walls were a soft beige, and there was furniture everywhere. The bed was at least a triple king, if they even have those, because it was at least three times larger than a king size bed, and it looked really, really comfortable. I hadn't gotten around to attacking it yet.

The room reminded me of something you'd see in Better Homes and Gardens Magazine.

Carlisle came into the room just as I was leaving the bathroom in total awe.

"Did you know that you could fit Manhattan in your bathroom, and Phoenix in your tub?" I asked him, my face still in shock. He laughed at me again. He seemed to be fond of doing that.

"Silly Bella." He grinned and my heart skipped a beat. "So, do you like it?"

"Like it? It looks like something out of a magazine. I love it. And I want to try that bed out soon," I said, winking at him.

"That can be arranged." He winked back. "Are you hungry?"

My stomach made this weird squealing noise, and I jumped. "Apparently I am."

On our way down the stairs, we discussed graduation. "Are you going to college?"

"Hmm.. You know, I don't really think I'm going to. I mean, I don't know what I want to do, and if I ever figure it out, I can go to college then, right?"

"True." Carlisle got silent for a moment, and I wondered what he was thinking. "So, what do you want to eat?"

"What do you have?" This was probably a stupid question.

"You know, pretty much everything," he laughed.

"Well.. I really want scrambled eggs," I said, noticing that I was really craving them.

"Scrambled eggs it is then."

While Carlisle was making me eggs, I just then realized something: He's left-handed.

"..Is it sad that I am now just realizing that you're left handed?" I asked, watching him cook. It smelled delicious.

"Well, no, because I'm ambidextrous. I cook with my left hand and I write with my right," Carlisle explained. I couldn't help but find that the way he said ambidextrous in his light British lilt cute. Hey, don't give me that look. You all know that you like a man with a British accent.

"Yeah, I can't write with my left hand to save my life," I said as he plated my eggs. I practically attacked them. "Damn, these are good. Are you like, a gourmet chef or something, Carlisle?" I chewed and swallowed. "You know, it wouldn't surprise me if you were. You've been around a pretty long time. You've probably done it all by now."

"Well, I do admit, I did take some professional cooking classes, incase I needed them sometime along the road," he said, watching me eat.

I stopped with my fork in mid air. "Why are you watching me eat?"

"You're fascinating," he said simply.

"I am?" I quirked my left eyebrow. "Because I'm eating eggs?"

"Silly Bella. You've always been fascinating."

"Stop making me blush, would ya? I'm trying to eat here." I stabbed a piece of egg, and if presumed to fall off my fork. I stabbed it again.. And again.. And again.. And again.

"Love, it's already dead," Carlisle pointed out.

"Don't make me stab you next, mister," I said, continuing to stab my last piece of egg.

He sighed and took the fork from me, scooping it onto the fork, and holding it up for me. I opened my mouth, and he fed me. How romantic.

"Was that easier?" he asked, washing my plate.

"Maybe," I said, leaning back in the chair.

He sighed. "So stubborn."

"You love me anyhow."

"Yes, I do. You know, I guess."

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding." He grabbed my hand and took me into the living room, where we promptly collapsed on the couch in a big heap, like a big human pretzel. "You know that I love you."

"Yeah," I smiled. "I do. Now kiss me, fool."

"Can - and will - do," Carlisle murmured, and leaned in, pressing his lips to mine.

You can only guess what happened after that. Yes, be jealous. Very, very, jealous.

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It was currently two days after I graduated, and Carlisle was out hunting, and I was reading on the couch, after having devoured a heaping plate of spaghetti, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

And when I opened the door, my heart stopped.

It was Edward.

He didn't even ask to come in. He just barged in.

"Where the hell is Carlisle?" he growled, practically glaring at me.

I ignored the question. "Why the hell are you here?" I asked, glaring back.

"I have a right to be in my own house." I laughed.

"Your house? Oh, yes, the house that must be yours because you bought it, you pay taxes on it, and you came back for it." Yes, I was pissed, and yes, I was going to let it show. "Oh, and just like you came back for me, right? You going to go and abandon it, too?" I knew that was a low blow, but he deserved it.

Edward sighed. "Bella.." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "You don't understand."

"Oh, I understand all right. You didn't give a damn about me from the beginning, did you?" I snarled. "Because if you had, you would have come back, and not Carlisle, now, wouldn't you?"

"Bella, I -"

"I'm not finished," I hissed, and he stopped talking. "You had better not have come here to yell at Carlisle, who is someone who cares about me, thank you very much, just because he realized the right thing before you did!"

"Bella - "

"I said that I wasn't finished !" I shouted, my voice going up have an octave. "Do you have any idea what you put me through, Edward? DO YOU?! I jumped off a fucking cliff for you! Just to hear your god-damned voice! I was going insane over you, and you-" pause "-didn't-" pause "care."

"Bella, I cared, and I still care," Edward said frantically, his eyes pleading.

"Don't you even tell me you cared!" I all but screamed, my voice shooting up another octave. "Because if you had cared, you would have come back!"

"I'm back now, aren't I?"

"Yeah, well, now you're too late, Edward. You lost your chance, and you lost me," I said, stomping into the kitchen.

"Bella - "

"Shut up, Edward," I said flatly.

"Bella - " he tried again.

"I said, shut up, Edward."

He spun me around, and pressed his lips to mine.. And I felt absolutely nothing, except pure rage.

I shoved on his chest, and he pulled away. "Get the hell off me! What part of "You lost your chance, and you lost me, and you're too late," do you not understand, you thick headed vampire?!" If I was pissed before, now I was murderous.

"I don't understand any of it," Edward said, looking at me from under his eyelashes.

"Don't you even try that on me, or I swear I will set you on god-damned fire, and I'm not even kidding." I wanted to at this particular moment, and bad. I stalked back into the living room, hoping he would follow me. To my luck, he did. "Edward, get the hell out of my house."

His eyes were wide.

"I said get the hell out of my house, Edward. Now. I don't want to see you right now. I don't know if I'll ever want to see you." I huffed, and then squeaked when he backed me up against the wall.

"You don't mean any of that, Bella," he whispered, running his hand down my face, just like he did in front of the gym so long ago. "You still love me. I know it," Edward murmured, right before kissing me again. And this time, when I shoved on his chest he wouldn't move. He put his hands around the tops of my arms, and practically pinned me to the wall. It hurt.

"Edward," I muttered against his mouth. "Let me go."

He didn't acknowledge that he'd heard me, but I know damn well that he had. Instead, he pressed harder against my lips, which also hurt, and tried to force his tongue into my mouth.

"I said, let me go."

Still nothing.

So I did the only thing I could think of - I raised my knee has hard as I could into his crotch, and he pulled away, falling to the floor, and I gasped in pain. Thank God that worked, but I'm pretty damn sure that I just broke my kneecap.

"Get the HELL out, Edward. NOW!" I screamed, opening the door.

I blinked, and he was gone. I slammed the door and locked it. And then I pressed my back to it, slid down to the floor, and cried.

I wound up limping to the phone, and calling Carlisle. He answered on the first ring.

"Bella? Did something happen?" he asked frantically, and almost too quickly for me to follow, and all I did was sob into the phone. "Bella, what happened?"

"Edward," I choked out. "Kneecap. Broken. Come home," I gasped through tears.

"I'm on my way."

And then it was silent, except for my crying.

My tears weren't all just because my ex-boyfriend and my current boyfriend's "son" had just practically forced himself on me, but because I was in excruciating pain. I'm pretty sure that I shattered my kneecap, and maybe part of my tibia or fibula.

Carlisle came in through the kitchen, which scared me. I jumped and screamed, somewhat scared that Edward had come back.

"What happened?" Carlisle asked again, crouching down in front of me.

"Edward came back, and we fought," I told him, tears still running down my face. "I yelled at him, and he kissed me." Carlisle tensed. "I screamed at him for that, and then I did more yelling. And right after I told him to "get the hell out of my house," he kissed me again, and that time he wouldn't let go, even after I said it twice. So I slammed my knee in between his legs. I broke my kneecap. I think I shattered it," I finally choked out. I slid up my sleeves, and sure enough - There were finger and palm shaped bruises on my upper arms. My lips felt swollen.

"Oh, Bella," Carlisle whispered, placing his hand on my face. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left."

"It's not your fault. Can you please take me to the hospital?" I asked in a strained voice. It hurt so bad.

"Of course."

Carlisle grimaced and apologized profoundly when he swung me up in his arms and I screamed in pain.

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My kneecap was definitely shattered, and Carlisle was livid. He didn't show it, but I could tell that Edward was in for a big surprise the next time he saw Carlisle.

I was given the worlds heaviest cast ever, I swear, and about twelve hundred bottles of Vicodin for the pain.

When I got home, all I wanted to do was sleep, and sleep some more.

Carlisle layed down with me, and sang to me until I fell asleep.

One, two - One, two, three, four.
Give me lovin' then I've ever had.
Make it all better when I'm feeling sad.
Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not.
Make me feel good when I hurt so bad.
Barely getting mad. I'm so glad I found you.
I love being around you. You make it easy.
It's easy as one, two - one, two, three, four.
There's only one thing, to do. Three words, for you.
I love you.

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When I woke up, there was a large flash of lightning, which illuminated the whole room. I screamed loudly because someone was in the room who shouldn't be there.

Carlisle came flying through the door and turned on the lights, finding me there, shaking and crying.

"What happened?" He looked worried, and it hurt me that I was making him worry so much.

"I swear," I sobbed. "I swear someone else was in the room. I know I saw something." I took a deep breath. "When the lightning flashed. It looked like there was someone else in here, staring at me."

"Are you sure that someone else was in here?" He ran his hand through my hair, and pulled me to his chest. I nodded, clenching onto his shirt. I felt so helpless. "Who do you think it was?"

"It looked like Edward, Carlisle." I felt him stiffen. "He looked crazy," I said quietly. "Like he was going out of his mind."

Carlisle sighed and kissed the top of my hair. I heard him inhale. "It's going to be alright, love. I promise you that."

"Carlisle..," I said into his shirt. "I'm starting.. to get a little afraid.. that maybe he's going to hurt me."

"I would never let him hurt you." He kissed my head again, and pulled me closer, covering us with the blanket.

"But.. What if he hurts you?" I asked, looking up at him. We had moved so that I was laying on his chest while he was propped against the headboard.

"Bella, Bella, Bella, he isn't going to hurt me, or you, and I can promise you that." Carlisle kissed my lips softly, and ran his fingers through my hair. "Try and fall back to sleep, Bella. You've had a hard day."

I nodded, winding my fingers into his shirt, and trying to get the mental image of what I'd seen out of my head as the rain poured on.

:o Expecting that? I hope not. xD But I apologize if it wasn't like.. exciting enough. I tried my best, alright? Please review. D: And don't flame me. :[ It'll get happier in a bit. I may just make Bella think she's insane for a while, so I'm not alone. xD

Anyhow, I apologize to Edward lovers. Hell, I'm an Edward lover, but he deserved that. xD But yeah. Review please. And I'm sorry on how long this may take me to put up. We're having thunder storms with a lot of lightning in them, so I can't get online, for fear of frying the computer. I should really get off it now. So I'll be on when I can to post this.
Love you all, my wonderful readers xD