**Somehow Ch2 got deleted when I updated Ch3. I don't know how or why, I apologize for the inconvenience and to all the reviewers who's reviews got deleted.**

AN: Peer pressure is a bitch...don't let anyone tell you differently. Everyone that reviewed wanted more...and so, I give you more, just like Britney... Its a shit-ton shorter than the first chapter because this wasn't supposed to exist, and I also wanted to get something to you guys to sate your thirst. I'm sort of stuck with where to go after this, but I promise that I will find my path soon. It took me three tries to get this right, so I really hope you guys like it. I think there are a few less grammatical errors in this one...but if you see any, just skip over them. :D

As for reviews, you can if you want it. I'd like to hear from someone that doesn't like the story. Is it strange to request a flame? Meh...whatevs.

DISCLAIMER: As for actually owning anything? I now own my car...but nothing to do with making Twilight and its three accompanying books. Merchandise...nothing new there, still the same old shtuff. OH! I don't own Simon Pegg either. I think this is more than likely going to be the last time I use him for my nefarious deeds (that's if watching his movies for leisure could be described as nefarious...), unless they watch another movie together...

Enjoy the story, I shall see you down below!

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EPOV

Fucking perfect…

Pressed against me is the most beautiful creature on the face of the earth. Images of last night came rolling though my sleep fogged brain, waking me up quickly. We were dressed now, but our clothes hadn't stayed on all night. When I told Bella that I wanted to wait until we had Charlie's blessing to see one another, I'd meant strictly for sex, everything else was fair play.

The way she moaned into my mouth as I gave her a replay of the waterfall, the way her curvy hips bucked against my face as I thrust my tongue in and out of her, the way she tasted so fucking sweet and salty at the same time all was etched to my fucking memory like my name and birth date. I prayed I could wait to take her until closer to my departure. I knew that if we'd had sex last night, we would be fucking like wild bunnies until I left for Seattle. I didn't want to get used to having sex with her and then all of the sudden have to stop cold turkey. No fucking way. I'd go through withdrawals like a crack addict, shaking and everything. If sex with Bella was half as good as last night, it wouldn't matter how she felt about me, I'd follow her around like a lost puppy for the rest of my life.

She told me her sexual experience was limited due to the lack of male interest because of her father. The boys that were brave enough to date her didn't go farther than a grope under or over the clothes. Regardless, the girl was a natural. She wouldn't take no for an answer and I knew had I not given her what she wanted, she would've taken it from me forcefully, leaving me without a doubt boys were probably a little put off by Bella's sexual prowess. She needed someone with a sexual desire that matched hers, and lucky I was just the man for the job.

After fooling around for most of the night, we restarted our DVD and ended up falling asleep to yet another one of Simon Pegg's movies; How to Lose Friends & Alienate People. It wasn't one of my favorites, but I really wasn't watching the movie. Bella and I talked about college until she passed out on me. After Emmett had made the biggest feast I'd seen since a few years ago at Thanksgiving, exhaustion set in. Mom and Dad retired to bed while Rosalie and Emmett copied mine and Bella's idea and watched movies in the living room. Alice saw Jasper to the front door and retired to bed herself. Bella had fought off sleep in order for us to hang out and caught her second whim once we started fooling around.

Right now, the magnificent being is pressed against me, snoring softly with her forehead pressed against my neck and her hands resting on my chest and shoulder. I couldn't help but pull her just a little tighter against me. This unfortunately woke her up, but being the selfish bastard I was; I couldn't find it in my heart to care too much. She rubs her nose into my chest, inhaling deeply before humming happily. I feel her lips on my chest, and the smile that's on them.

I bend my head, kissing her temple, "Good morning, little girl."

She laughs softly, "Good morning, big boy."

She giggles as she rocks her hips against mine. Waking up to sexy vixen Bella was definitely something I could fucking get used to. I chuckle against the top of her head, "Didn't I warn you that you were playing with fire? I have less control in the morning, sweetheart."

I felt and heard her groan. She presses her lips to my throat, "Maybe I could help you loss the rest of that control."

Her hand slides down my chest, coming to rest on the bulge in the front of my sweatpants, "Bella," I say in a singsong warning, "I'm warning you."

She giggles, "Too bad I don't listen, huh?"

She quickly dove under the blanket and before I could pull her back up and out from under the cover, she had me in her mouth.

"Fuck!" I hissed between gritted teeth. Bella took me as far into her mouth as she could fit me, slowly pulling back up as she hallowed out her cheeks and lightly grazed her teeth against me. She grabs one of my hands as she starts to bob her head up and down and shoves the hand down her shirt, demanding I fondle her tits as she does this.

Fucking perfect…

I pinch her nipple hard enough for her to release me from her mouth and lock onto her arms, haling her out from under the blanket. The look of pure lust on her face is on the verge of turning to fury, but I cover her mouth with my hand as I rein my breathing back into a normal pace, "Bella, everyone is going to be awake soon. Even though my parents are fine with us together, I don't want them to catch us with my cock in your mouth."

Her features relax as she dissolves into a fit of giggles. I frown down at her before her laughter causes me to laugh, "What the fuck is so funny about that?"

She shakes her head, catching her breath, "I just imagined it. It was more embarrassing than funny, but I can laugh about since it isn't going to happen."

I roll my eyes with a shake of my head, "What am I going to do with you?"

She laughed lightly, "I could think of a few things."

I pull her to me and kiss her softly, "What happened to that blushing little girl from yesterday?"

She rests her little hand against my cheek, "She fell in love with a man that makes her feel beautiful," she whispers against my lips.

My smile feels like it could break my face. She presses her lips against mine, smiling her own beautiful smile. I pull her body flush against mine, deepening our kiss. Her arms come up around my neck as mine encircle her waist. She hitches her leg over my hip and pulls me on top of her. My hips take up a mind of their own as they start rocking against her.

Just as her legs wrap around my waist and her hands grip my hair, someone interrupts us with a throat clear and snickering. Murderous thoughts fill my head as Bella and I break the kiss and look over the back of the couch to see Emmett and Rosalie standing at the door to the den.

Fucking perfect…

Bella gently pushes me off of her as she sits up fully, cheeks tinged with a slight pink, "Good morning."

Rosalie smirks, "Looks like it."

Bella bites her bottom lip and looks at her hands in her lap. I didn't appreciate Rosalie making Bella embarrassed, "Can we help you? Is there something you wanted?"

Emmett chuckles, "Always a pissy little bitch when you first wake up. I thought you'd grow out of that."

I growl as I stand and immediately sit back down when I see that I'm still hanging out of my sweatpants. Thank God my back was to Emmett and Rosalie; they would've never shut up about it. Bella tries not to giggle as I situate myself so I'm not pointing at anyone. I pinch her leg, "Hush it, little girl."

She can't help but laugh out, causing Emmett to ask, "What just happened?"

I throw the blanket over Bella as I stand up, "None of your fucking business."

Rosalie grabs his hand, "Come on, Emmett. Let's leave these two horn dogs alone."

I groan. Of course they would walk in and interrupt us just to walk back out once the moment is gone. Fucking perfect… Bella pulls the blanket from over her head and looks up at me as I stand at the end of the couch, "Want some breakfast?"

I take her hands and pull her to her feet, "Only if we can make it together."

If a smile could blind a person, Bella would've stolen my eyesight with the wattage of her grin. She nods her head vigorously as she pulls on my hand, leading me to the kitchen. We open the refrigerator and stand there debating on what to make.

"Pancakes?" I ask.

She shakes her head, "Nah, I've never been a fan of pancakes. They're always too fluffy for my taste."

I scoff, "How could you not like pancakes? That's…that's just…crazy talk!"

She laughs and turns around in my arms, "Tell me some food you don't like."

I brush her hair off her shoulders, tucking it behind her cute little ears, "I'm not a fan of cereal."

Her jaw drops, "Are you serious? How can you not like cereal?" she shakes her head, "That's crazy talk," she mumbles as she turns back around to the refrigerator.

I laugh, kissing the top of her head, "I'm not a fan of soggy bread and that's basically all cereal is; whether is sweetened rainbow colored circles or pieces of wheat bound with sugar. It all gets soggy and disgusting."

She shakes her head, "Inconceivable."

I can't help but laugh at her again. She is too cute. I kiss her neck, "How about waffles?"

She groans, "Covered with whipped cream and strawberries. Yes, please."

She dives into the fridge and grabs everything we needs while I grab the waffle iron. Slowly, my family starts filling into the kitchen as the smell of the waffles, eggs, bacon, strawberries, and coffee lures them in. Mom walks up beside me as I stand in front of the coffee pot fixing myself my second cup of coffee.

"You wear love well."

She kisses my cheek and steals my coffee from me, "Hey!"

She winks at me over the rim of the cup before turning and walking away, "You're lucky you're my mother."

She ignores me, but she doesn't know how fucking lucky she is…

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Once breakfast is over, Bella leaves my side to grab a shower and I take the time to do the same. Today would be the last peaceful day with my Bella. We planned to tackle the Charlie issue as soon as possible. Tonight. He would be off work. He would be going fishing first thing this morning, but would be home sometime this afternoon. He'd call Bella when he got home to check on her, and that's when we'd strike. I would follow her to her house and we'd tell him.

To say I was nervous was the biggest motherfucking understatement of the damn century. Thinking about it made me nauseas. His decision would affect the rest of my summer. Should he go all overprotective-father on Bella, I could possibly not see her until she came to college next year. Of course, he could have put the past behind him and would just be a protective-father and let her see me under supervised circumstances. I can't help but laugh out at the last option. He would more than likely cut me if I told him how much I love his daughter.

After I pull on my clothes, I take a seat on the leather couch in my room. I lean my head back against the couch and rest my hands on my knees. I try and think of a calm way to go about telling him. Maybe I could convince him I'd grown up and wasn't the guy he thought I'd grow up to be. To say I was a bad kid had to the second biggest motherfucking understatement of the damn century.

I was the devil.

You name it: drinking, drugs, breaking and entering, fighting, hell, even indecent exposure were all crimes that fit under my belt nice and snug. I'd spent nights…weekends…the occasional holiday…in the small FPD jail cell. All the cops knew my name and were never surprised to see me when they caught me. After a while, they stopped booking me and just made copies of my fingerprints so they couldn't waste the ink on me.

I caused my parents a lot of grief in those days and it wasn't until last night when my father cussed me out that I realized how much of a fuck up I'd been. I'd changed obviously. I'm a year from graduating from my undergrad courses and two years from starting my grad studies in order to become a doctor. I studied and worked hard. I don't drink…often and I haven't touched any form of drug that wasn't prescribed to me by a doctor.

What changed? Not a clue. I just woke up and needed a change I suppose. The complete transformation didn't happen in a few days, but it happened. I had times where I wanted to do something stupid, but I would stop myself and got a tattoo instead. Tattoos…my drug of choice.

Now I had something better to work for. Bella. She would be my reason for staying straight and clean. She is my future and I didn't want to fuck that up. Hence the reason I felt like I was about to wear the delicious waffles she made for breakfast.

A small knock on the door broke me from my thoughts. I look up to see the good to my evil wearing a pair of tight jeans that sat low on her hips and a tight black Theory of a Deadman t-shirt that showed a sliver of the delicious pale skin of her hips.

"Mind if I join you?" she asks from her spot against my doorframe.

I scoff and roll my eyes, "Terribly."

She smirks as she walks in, "Too bad for you then."

Her tiny bare feet slap against the hardwood floor as she makes her way over to the couch. She curls up next to me, tucking herself behind my shoulder as her arms wrap around my arm tracing the lines of my tattoo, "What exactly is this?"

"You know how writers ramble?" she nods, "Well, this is what rambling would be like to an artist. It's just a bunch of chaotic lines and colors that don't make sense but looks pretty awesome."

She smiles as she traces some of the lines again, "Fucking perfect…" she whispered. She looks up at me with excited eyes, "What about the one on your side: the big tribal thing?"

I chuckle, "That means absolutely nothing. I'd seen something similar on a dude in a magazine and thought it looked totally wicked. I found the coolest looking design and had it done."

"And the heart?"

I clear my throat, a little uncomfortable about revealing the meanings behind my ink. I'd never had anyone that interested in them. They'd usually just look at me like I was crazy and ask why I would do that to myself. I hate uppity college preps.

"Um, well, I thought that there was something wrong with me. Girls like being around me, but they never wanted to stay. I always ended up being the one that was used. I'm not sure if there was something wrong with me or something wrong with the girls," I chance a glance at her and find her brow furrowed. I quickly look away, "So, I thought there had to be a reason the girls didn't stay. I figured they couldn't get what they needed from me. I didn't love them right."

"So the barbed wire and thorns is the metaphor for your…damaged love?" she asks in a low voice.

I nod. She entwines her fingers with mine, "There's nothing wrong with you, Edward."

I smile, kissing her temple, "I know. I just hadn't found you yet," I whisper into her hair.

She pushes me away and rolls her eyes, "The name on your stomach is obvious," she says going back to the tattoo subject, "but the broken angel wings?"

I chuckle, "They're black because of how horrible I was as a kid. When I got them I explained to the tattoo artist that it wasn't that I had chosen to fall from heaven…more that I was kicked out."

She giggles, "And the music notes?"

I shrug, "I walk to the beat of my own music."

She smiles brightly, "I love them. They're all so very Edward."

She lays her head on my shoulder and we both sigh contently. I kiss the top of her head, leaving my lips pressed against her dark wavy hair. She squeezes my hands, "It'll work out, Edward. I have no doubt about it. Even if my dad losses his mind and locks me in the attic, he can only keep me there for so long."

She stretches her legs out over mine, tucking her toes under my thigh, "Are you cold, baby?"

She shakes her head, "No, I'm just trying to get close to you."

I wrap my arms around her legs and rest my head on the back of the couch, sighing. I close my eyes for a second and feel her lips against my neck, "You need to relax, Edward."

I scoff, "Right, relax," I sigh, "Bella, I'm about to tell the man that's arrested me so many times I've lost count that I'm dating his daughter," I look into her big brown eyes, "He's going to fucking kill me."

She rolls her eyes, "That's a little overdramatic, don't you think? I mean I don't doubt he'll be upset, but I doubt he'll resort to murder."

I shake my head, "A man will do anything when he thinks something precious to him is in danger."

She presses her lips to my shoulder, "Well, then if he's going to kill you, we need to live this day as though it were our last. Let's do something."

She hopes up and spins around to face me, "What do you want to do? Go for a walk? Go window shopping in Port Angeles? Go to the beach?"

I move to the edge of the couch. I reach out and wrap my hands around the backs of Bella's thighs, pulling her until my face is pressed into her stomach, "If this were truly my last day, I would want to spend it in your arms."

She pushes me back slowly, until I'm sitting with my back against the couch. She climbs into my lap, my hands moving from the backs of her thighs up over her gorgeous backside and onto her hips. She runs her hands up my chest, neck, and into my hair. She presses her magnificent tits against my chest and rocks her hips, "What would we do all day?" she asks as she rests her forehead against mine.

Fucking perfect…

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BPOV

No joke. I want a serious answer to these questions. I want to know how the hell I lived without him for the past seventeen years. I mean, seriously? Where the hell had he been? Why did I have to wait so long for this amazing man to come into my life?

However, I couldn't dwell on things like that. Straddling his lap made it difficult to really concentrate on anything besides pleasing him to the fullest. Last night was so amazing. The way he spoke to me, using that wicked tongue as he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me with it. The way he touched me; grabbing, pinching, and marking me with his large hands as he brought me to completion several times over. The things he let me do to him, growling out my name as I gave just as well as I got.

We would collapse on top of each other in a heap of labored breathing and slick skin only to take a moment to kiss and caress before we did it again. I'd finally met someone that would do these things with me; that didn't make me think myself to be a pervert because I wanted this. Even if Edward didn't love me anymore, I would gladly follow behind him like some kind of stalker for the rest of my life.

Until that happened, I wasn't going to think about it. He is here now with me sitting in his lap, with his hands gripping my hips, and with that amazing cock reacting to me. His lips brushed against mine, "I would spend the entire day making love to you. However, since I know my father would bring me back to life if Charlie did try and kill me, I know this isn't my last day," he wraps his arms around me as he moves to lay me down on the couch with him hovering over me, "so, you'll just have to settle for foreplay."

I smile up at him, "Ugh, I guess foreplay will have to do."

He chuckles as he settles between my legs. The feel of him here feels so perfect and right, like my legs here made to cradle him this way. Edward presses his lips to mine softly, taking his time with his kisses. He likes to savor he told me and he would teach me not to be so impatient. Last night, he'd told me we were both working for the same goal. If I followed his lead, we'd get there later but there would be so much more fun to be had than if I led.

He was so very right…

As he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and grips my ass in one of his large, strong hands, we hear footsteps on the stairs leading to his room. The door is wide open since his room and a guest room are the only rooms on the top floor.

He collapses on top of me, swearing into my shoulder, "Goddamn son-of-a-bitch," he pulls himself away from me, "motherfucking blue balls," he mumbles.

I bite my lips in order to keep from laughing at him. I felt sorry for him. He was so aroused this morning and that arousal had come right back when I sat on his lap. I love how I can make him react to me so easily and quickly, I just don't like not being able to use what I create…

I sit up and curl back up beside Edward as Alice and Jasper walk in. Alice jiggles the phone at me, "Charlie called. I lied and told him you were in the shower. He wants me to tell you that he caught a couple of fish that he wants you guys to have for dinner."

I roll my eyes, "You mean he wants me to cook for him…"

I take the phone from Alice as she shrugs, "Same difference."

I look down at the phone and Jasper takes Alice's hand, "Come on. Let's give them some privacy."

Alice nods and gives us a sad sympathetic smile before letting Jasper lead her from the room. I look up at Edward and find he looks like he's about to be whipped viciously about the neck and shoulders with a wet rope. I kiss his cheek, letting my lips ghost over the stubble as I tell him, "Just breath, Edward."

He pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms around me, "Call him."

I pull him closer, letting him rest his head against my chest as I call my house. Charlie answers on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dad!"

"Hello stranger! I haven't heard anything from you since that hike. I was starting to get worried."

I laugh, "No, we made it to the waterfall and back without any injuries. I had a really great time."

I felt Edward chuckle softly as he presses a kiss to my neck, moving his head to rest on my shoulder. Charlie chuckles, "That's good! No doctor visits this time around," he pauses briefly, "So are you going to be home in time for dinner?"

I roll my eyes. If that man didn't have me, he'd spend most of his paycheck at the dinner in town, "Yeah. Alice said something about you catching some fish?"

He starts to tell me the story of how him, Billy Black, and his son, Jacob, caught a bunch of fish, but stops mid sentence, "I'll save the story for when you get here."

"Alright. I'll be home shortly. I just need to gather my things together."

He tells me he'll see me in a little while before getting off the phone. I toss the phone on Edward's bed and move to straddle his lap again, "Are you ready?"

He picks me up and throws me on the bed, "Fuck yes."

He crawls on to the bed but my hands on his chest stop him. He frowns down at me as I shake my head, "I meant to tell my dad. We really don't have the time to…fool around," I brace myself as I finish my sentence.

His body sags. His forehead is resting against my hip, "Bella…"

I pull on his face, making him look up at me, "Soon, Edward. I want to get this out of the way so we can be a normal couple and have dates and do things without a care in the world. As long as the conversation with my dad is hanging over our heads, we're going to be stressed."

He sighs and nods, kissing me softly, "You're right," he kisses my forehead, "You're so smart."

I chuckle and push him off of me, "That's because my brain can still sift through the cloud of lust to see reason."

He bends down and kisses my cheek, "…and so pretty."

His kisses move to my neck, "…and taste so good…"

I shake his shoulders and he frowns at me again, "Talk. Charlie. Now."

He frowns a little harder, making the look of realization just that much more prominent on his face when it appears. He shakes his head and gets off the bed, "Sorry, baby. Lust cloud and all that shit."

I giggle and take his proffered hand as I get off the bed. Edward finishes getting ready as I pack my things. We reconvene in the foyer. He has all his tattoos covered and his hair as tamed as possible. He looks very clean cut; even though I know he's far from it. Alice and Jasper are standing beside him when I walk up.

"…and no swearing. I know that's going to be a feat for you, but keep your fucking mouth shut!"

Alice seemed to be telling him how to act. I giggle, "Alice, we can only hope for the best. Have Edward keep his language in the G-rating would be like asking Edward to be gay."

Edward scoffs, wrapping his arms around me and fastening his hands to my ass as he pulls me against him, "With you walking around in front of me, nothing else even registers on my radar: guy, girl, animal…"

I wind my arms around his neck, letting him kiss me for a moment before Alice clears her throat, "And you might want to refrain from that as well. Probably best to just keep your hands to yourself, maybe in your pockets or…under your arms."

Edward laughs and shakes his head, holding his hands up in surrender, "I make no promises."

Edward winks at me, letting me know he has no plans of groping me in front of my dad. Thank God…that would be awkward… Edward takes my hand and walks me over to my truck, "I'll be right behind you, Bella."

I grin, "Aren't you a speed demon?"

His expression turns defeated, "Please tell me you at least do the speed limit."

I giggle, "That's about all I can do. My truck is…"

"A piece of shit," he scoffs.

I poke his ribs, "Watch it, buddy. This piece of shit is coming with me to Seattle when I go to college."

He shrugs, "Too bad you'll be too busy driving my car."

"Is it an automatic?"

He scoffs again, "Real men drive standards, Bella."

I roll my eyes, "Whatever. Real men don't drive Volvos."

He narrows his eyes, "Real men care about the environment."

I toss my head back as I laugh loudly at my crazy boyfriend. When I look back at him, he has his arms crossed over his chest and the look of a petulant child on his face. I kiss his cheek, "Real men can make their girlfriends scream," I tell him as my lips brush against his stubble like before.

He moves closer to me, effectively pinning me back against the seat of my truck, "You think you screamed last night?" he asked, not giving me the chance to answer, "Then you haven't seen anything yet, little girl."

He tilts his head and kisses his way up my neck until he reaches my ear, where he tells me, "Start your truck Bella, we have to go tell Daddy about me."

I shiver at his deep, smooth tone. He pulls away from me with a smirk and a wink as he shuts my door and walks over to his own car. He's the best mix of gentleman and badass.

Ugh…fucking perfect…

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EPOV

Have I mentioned how fucking perfecting she is? I'm not sure I have in the last five minutes, so let me go ahead and reiterate this. Isabella Swan is fucking perfect.

I had to control my arousal since I am about to meet her dad. Well, meet him under different circumstances. I'd be willing to bet my future with Bella that he'll remember me just fine. Just about any time he came and arrested me, he would just shake his head and holler at me to get into the back of his cruiser. He always expected me and would usually roll his eyes and say something about how he should've known it was me he was coming to arrest. There weren't many of us hell children during my time at Forks High School and I was usually the main perpetrator.

My game plan is simple. I let him holler at me, swear at me, and maybe even throw some things if it makes him feel better, but I plan on taking the brunt of the rage. This is all my doing and if I would've just left Bella alone until she would've gotten to UW, then we could've avoided this mess…well, for a little while.

As if I could've stayed away from her…fucking siren…

I feel my hands get a little shaky the closer we get to her house. Everyone in Forks knew where the Chief of Police lived. It was common knowledge. We had two turns left before we'd be pulling into the driveway. I had to calm myself before then. My nerves had been getting the better of me all day and they weren't getting any better. His reaction means a lot. I could be living it up with my girl for the rest of the summer or I could be sneaking in and out of her bedroom window.

I can't help the smirk that appears on my face when I realize I'll more than likely be sneaking into her bedroom window anyways. Isn't that what boyfriends did with their girlfriends? Risk getting caught by their father just because they couldn't wait for morning to see their faces? I know this boyfriend would be doing it. Often.

Before I knew it, we were pulling into the driveway. I take a deep breath and get out of my car, helping Bella with her bag as she got out of her truck. She smiles up at me, "I love you."

I kiss her cheek, "I love you."

My words look like they instilled a sense of confidence in her, as if my affirmation gave her strength to get through this. How I wish her words would've done the same for me.

We take the dreaded walk up to her front door and walk through as she opens it with her key. She calls out to Charlie. I know he's here. The cruiser is in the driveway and as far as I know Charlie doesn't have his own vehicle.

He calls out from the backdoor, "Outside, Bells. I'm cleaning the fish."

I swear under my breath, "Fuck, he's got a knife in his hand."

Bella giggles at me, but she doesn't see the bad turn this could take. I toss her bag to the foot of the stairs and follow her further into the living room, where she guides me to sit on the couch, "I'll go get him."

"Bells? Is there someone else here?"

I hold my breath and look at Bella. She bites her bottom lip before turning towards the kitchen, "Yeah, Dad. Can you come in here for a minute?"

"Yeah, give me a second."

Bella takes a seat beside me. She's tense and her stiff posture doesn't settle my nerves. I hear the water in the kitchen running and then his footsteps walking towards the living room, where he stops dead in his tracks.

"What the hell is he doing here?"

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So I hope that was enjoyable. I can't believe I left you guys at a cliffhanger...fuck, I'm evil and a hypocrite, because I hate it when that shit gets done to me... I've got the confessional finished. We get to see an Angry!Bella. Won't that be fun? If I can't get unstuck, then I'll give you what I've got in about another week or so. I'd like to give you guys bigger updates because I know I enjoy them more when I read.

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