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Chapter 11: Emotional Rollercoaster

Carlisle's POV:

"Alright, so here is what Bella and I were discussing before you arrived home," Esme began to recount, and I listened with rapt attention, growing more upset with every passing word.

"I do believe I went about this the wrong way," she admitted. "I was trying to get her to realize that she had been reckless, but I ended up informing her that she was going to be spanked before we got that far in the conversation. She lost her temper before I could explain."

"You did nothing wrong, my love," I immediately responded in a reassuring tone. "No matter her thoughts, Bella had no reason or right to react as she did. She needs to learn to mind her temper," I growled, cursing myself once more. I thought I had addressed her temper in yesterday's spanking, but it seemed I would have to address this issue once more as well. I pinched the bridge of my nose already feeling mentally exhausted.

"Obviously the first thing we need to do is inform Bella of what she has done wrong, and that includes: leaving home when I told her not to, not having her cell phone on her, endangering her life, and being disrespectful with you."

Esme nodded her head before saying, "And I assume the intended punishment is a spanking."

I took a deep breath before giving a definite nod as I said, "Yes."

Esme surveyed me, and I knew what she was looking for. She was checking to see that I could really go through with this. A part of me felt indignant, but after my actions from yesterday she had all the right to be worried.

"I can do this, darling," I assured her, and I meant it. The talk we had yesterday had opened my eyes a bit, and now that I knew I had let my fear get the better of me, I was prepared to overcome it. I knew Bella was tougher than I had given her credit for, and I was not going to make the same mistake twice. Esme had been right yesterday when she told me I would have to learn how to best deal with our newest daughter. All our children were different, and I would just have to find the right balance between mercy and strictness to insure Bella learned her lesson. One thing was for sure though; I would not be going easy on her. My little one had many lessons she needed to learn and I would make sure this was a spanking she would not soon forget.

"I know you can," Esme responded with a smile, "I just wanted to make sure you knew that." I laughed softly at her words before growing serious once more.

This was not going to be easy. Judging from how upset Bella had become when she realized I planned on spanking her, well, I was not so sure she would be any less upset after I explained why. I was already anticipating any argument she may bring forward, and I would not allow her to change my mind. She had more than earned this punishment, and she was going to get it whether she accepted it or not.

I frowned at that thought. Would I force this punishment on Bella if she did not submit on her own? I had done so with my other children before, not often, but there had been occasions where I had to forcefully hold them down as I blistered their rebellious backsides. There had even been a few occasions where I had to give a pre-spanking to instill a little respect and submission in one of my head-strong children in addition to their punishment spanking. I doubted it would come to that with Bella though… or, at least I hoped it wouldn't.

It was one thing to force one of my vampire children into receiving a spanking, but to do so with Bella who was still human, well, it just seemed wrong. As a human, Bella would not be able to fight me at all, and so if I forced her over my lap she was liable to just view this as bullying act even though I would not mean it to be so. The others could at least put up a real fight if they wanted to, but Bella would never be able to stop me. If she truly did not submit to the punishment, then she would grow angry with me for forcing her, and the whole punishment would become abuse. Yes, Bella would need to willingly accept her punishment for it to work.

I turned my gaze towards my beautiful wife to see her staring back at me with loving eyes. She knew how hard it was for me any time I had to spank one of our beloved children, and she knew that spanking Bella, our baby was somehow even harder for me.

"It is a little after five, Carlisle, so we should make sure Bella gets something to eat before we talk to her," Esme announced, and I nodded my head in agreement before standing up. I then held my hand out for Esme who grasped onto it, and I pulled her up and into my arms.

"I love you, Mrs. Cullen," I purred softly, and she gave me a flirtatious smile as she responded, "And I love you, Mr. Cullen." We exchanged a soft kiss before I gave her a mock glare and stated, "That is Dr. Cullen to you, my dear."

Esme laughed heartily as she lightly slapped my arm before she made her way towards my office door. "Come on Casanova, we had best head down stairs before we get too caught up in the moment," she told me with saucy grin.

"I wouldn't mind," I quipped huskily, but she just laughed once more before opening the door. "Neither would I," she said with a wink, "But I am pretty sure Bella would."

Bella's POV:

I kicked the wall, completely pissed with myself for how I had acted. What the hell had gotten into me these past few days? Had I lost my mind, because I really didn't understand why I couldn't seem to stay out of trouble.

I can't believe I yelled at Mom like that. And man oh man, why did Dad have to walk in right as I was yelling about not caring about what he said or thought? Ugh, why the hell did I say that anyway? It was total bullshit! I groaned quietly as I aimed another kick at the cursed corner.

Dad had looked royally pissed with me! I had never seen him so angry! Thank God Mom interrupted when she did because he looked ready to turn me over his knee right then and there. How humiliating would that have been to be spanked in front of Mom?!

But why did Mom have to send me to the corner like a three-year old?

Because you were acting like a three-year old a part of me said.

Shut up! I snarled angrily with another well placed kick at the wall.

Oh great, now I'm getting into arguments with myself.

I heaved a heavy sigh, feeling pissed, frustrated, guilty, and even a bit scared.

Mom had told me I was going to get spanked for leaving the house when I wasn't supposed to. My stomach flip-flopped at the thought.

This was so unfair! Why a spanking? I agree it was stupid to disobey Dad, but I truly forgot! I didn't do it on purpose!

Well, you weren't exactly thinking kind thoughts towards Dad when you left though, were you?

Okay, maybe not, but that essay was a dumb idea, and a waste of my time!

Dad was only trying to get you to understand how dangerous your actions really were on Friday. He was trying to get you to learn to think before you acted.

Yeah, I got it, alright? Think before you act. Don't be reckless! I'm not an idiot! And why was Mom bringing this topic up, anyway? Why did she tell me Dad had originally planned on spanking me for the drinking, and then tell me I was getting spanked for leaving the house? What did those two topics have in common?

I kicked the wall again, ignoring the pain in my foot. Those walls were pretty hard. Good thing I wasn't a vampire yet or I would've broken a hole in this wall by now. I could see that going over real well with the vamp parents, that's for sure, I thought sarcastically.

What are they talking about up there?

Obviously they're talking about you, Swan! They're probably discussing your punishment.

Butterflies flew all around my stomach and a cold chill passed through me. Please don't spank me, please don't spank me, please don't spank me, I chanted over and over in my head.

Mom already told you, you were getting that punishment.

But Dad could change her mind! He certainly looked upset yesterday after he spanked me, and he went easy on me.

Haha, did he look like he was ready to go easy on you when he got home to witness you yelling at his wife?

Well, no.

So then kiss your butt good-bye.

Arrgghh! Shut up! I mentally screamed at myself as I kicked the wall once more.

Crack!

Oh. Shit.

I froze before jumping nearly a foot in the air when I heard my mother scream, "Why are you kicking the wall, and what was that cracking noise?"

I whirled around, heart pounding rapidly in my chest, and I glared at the two vampires standing a few feet from me. "For crying out loud, can you at least give me a little notice before you scare the hell out of me?! I'm human remember? That means I can't hear you coming, and I can get a heart attack if you continue to sneak up on me like that!" I scolded them before taking huge, calming breaths to help settle my racing heartbeat.

I glared at my parents who glared right back, Dad with his arms crossed and Mom with hands on her hips. Both their expressions revealed how unamused they were with my behavior.

It was at this point when reality finally caught up with me and I realized exactly what I had just done. After spending an eternity in this blasted corner for having yelled at Mom, what's the first thing I do when I'm out? I yell at both my parents. F my life.

"Is your temper under control now, Isabella?" Dad eventually asked in a steel tone, and I turned beet red as I hastily nodded my head. "Then answer your mother's question."

I bit my lip as I turned my gaze towards Mom. Uh, what did she ask me? I had been a little too freaked out at the time to really hear what she had been saying.

Mom apparently realized this for she narrowed her eyes before repeating her questions. "Why were you kicking the wall, and what was that crack I heard?"

I turned my head to look down at the wall and barely stifled a groan when I saw a broken piece of wood at the bottom. In my anger I had apparently broken off a piece of the decorative bordering. I snorted. And here I thought I couldn't damage the wall.

"Isabella Marie Swan, I will not ask you again!" my mother snapped, and I jumped before quickly saying, "I kicked the wall because I was angry, and I accidentally broke off a piece of the wood on the bottom. I'm really, really, really sorry!" I added on at the end in a repentant tone, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't be too angry.

Mom was next to me in less than a second, crouching down to look at the damage I had caused. As I nervously watched her I cringed when I noticed small dents in the wall along with scuff marks from my shoe. Uh oh.

Mom stood up and closed her eyes for a few seconds. She did not look happy, so I began to take a few steps back to put a little distance between us when I ran into a brick wall known as Dad. I looked up into his angry face, and I just wanted to cry. Why did I keep messing up? Why couldn't I seem to stay out of trouble? They probably hated me now and I bet they were regretting accepting me into their family!

I quickly looked away from Dad only to end up locking gazes with my angry mother. Now, for most humans having two vampires glaring daggers at them, they'd probably be scared out of their minds. Not me however. Okay, maybe I was scared a little, or a lot, but only because I was afraid they would never forgive me now, and that they would banish me from their family.

I looked down at my feet this point, unable to stop the tears that began to fall down my face. I was such a failure of a daughter. How could they ever love me?

"I'm so sorry," I apologized tearfully, stubbornly holding back the sobs that so wanted to be released. "Please don't hate me!"

"Hate you?!" Esme cried out in shock as Carlisle sadly sighed, "Oh Bella."

"I-I don't mean to be bad, I swear!" I told them earnestly.

"Oh honey, you're not bad," Esme stated softly as she pulled me into her arms, "And we could never hate you."

"But you're so angry with me," I choked out, still fighting back the sobs.

"Bella, just because you are angry with someone doesn't mean you no longer love them," she explained before I felt Carlisle's hand on my shoulder. I twisted around so I could look at him as he added, "I have said this before, but I will say it as many times as is needed: no matter what you do, we will never stop loving you."

"We have taken you in to our family," Mom stated, and I turned tearful eyes back towards her, "and we do not abandon or cast out our loved ones just because they make mistakes. Edward and Alice have both made mistakes with you in thinking they can control your interactions with the wolves; and you were rightfully angry with them, but does that mean you will you stop loving them because of what they have done?"

"Of course not!" I immediately answered, and she gave be a beautiful smile as she patted my cheek.

"Then do you understand why we will not hate you or abandon you because we are upset with your actions, my sweet daughter?" she asked, and my face glowed at her referral to me as her daughter. Her words made complete sense, and I couldn't help but feel a little foolish now for being so doubtful of their feelings for me.

"I understand," I said softly and she promptly pulled me into her arms before releasing me into the arms of my father. He held me close before pushing me away slightly and turning me to the side with his left arm. I didn't even have time to process what was happening before he landed six scorching swats on my backside.

I sucked in a quick breath and tried to wriggle away as I yelled out, "Ow, ow, ouch!"

Turning me back towards himself, he then pulled me close so that our faces were mere inches apart. "I have warned you repeatedly to watch what you say to your mother or I, Isabella Marie, and your warnings are all spent. You speak to us in such a manner again and I will wash your mouth out with soap before blistering your backside," he threatened menacingly. "Am I clear?"

I hastily nodded my head up and down as I responded, "Very clear, Dad, I got it." He surveyed me for a few more seconds before softening his expression as he let me go. I immediately took a few steps away from him and avoided looking at Mom as I was terribly embarrassed. I was certain my face had to be burning from humiliation.

"Bella," my mother called, and I reluctantly shifted my gaze towards her. "You need to learn to control that temper of yours. Just look at all the trouble it has landed you in," she rebuked, and my shoulders dropped at the disappointment I could see in her eyes.

"You also need to learn to respect our property," my father lectured. "You do not kick the walls because you are angry." I blushed at his words, feeling very much like a toddler being told to not throw things when angry.

"I'm sorry," I apologized sincerely. "I didn't mean to break anything, and I promise I'll fix it."

Dad nodded his head as he responded, "Yes, you will be fixing it, and you have one week to do so. You are welcome to ask Edward and your siblings for help, but it must be you that does the work."

"Yes sir, I'll have it fixed within the week," I promised with an earnest expression.

"Good," he replied with a small smile as he patted my shoulder. "Now let's head into the kitchen to see what your mother is preparing you for dinner."

I stared at where Mom had been, shocked (although I really shouldn't be) that I hadn't noticed her leave. I then quickly led the way wanting to see if I could help out. I felt guilty over all the things that Esme and Carlisle did and had done for me, so the least I could do was cook and clean up after myself.

Rushing though hadn't been a good idea as right when I entered the kitchen I tripped over air. I would've probably crashed into the table if the Good Doctor hadn't caught me.

Blushing once more in embarrassment I gave him a sheepish grin as I apologized. He just gave a fond shake of his head as he stood me back on my own two feet. "No need to thank me," he responded kindly, "just try and be a little more careful."

"Bella," Esme then announced, "I am making you mushroom ravioli, is that alright? Edward told me you liked that," she explained somewhat shyly, and I could tell she really wanted to please me. Aww Mom, way to make me feel like a horrible person.

"That sounds great Mom, thank you!" I told her enthusiastically, and she rewarded me with a bright smile. "Wonderful, now why don't you sit down at the kitchen table while I cook. It should be done in less than 20 minutes," she remarked, and I briefly thought of offering to help, but since I knew she truly enjoyed taking care of me I decided to just sit down.

Dad sat down across from me with folded arms and just stared at me with dark eyes. I had to really fight the urge to not fidget as I found his gaze incredibly intimidating. I really missed the dad from yesterday; the playful, teasing one and the comforting, concerned one. There was something almost cold about the dad that sat across from me right now, something I hadn't seen yesterday or ever before. He sat somewhat rigidly and his jaw muscles tightened every now and then as he continued to survey me. Something had changed in him, and I knew I wasn't going to be dealing with the same easy going dad from yesterday. I had a feeling he was quite fed up with me, and that just caused my heart to sink as I knew I could no longer expect him to go easy on me.

I just wish I knew why he was so upset. I knew I had disobeyed him a few times, and my disrespect hadn't helped matters, but I really didn't view my 'crimes' as that bad. I certainly didn't believe they warranted a spanking. I truly hoped Mom was just blowing smoke when she told me that was the punishment I had coming.

I finally had to turn my eyes away from Dad as I just couldn't handle his penetrating stare and blank expression. He didn't look angry or even disappointed, but he also didn't offer me a smile or comforting look. I had no idea what he was thinking, and I really didn't like that. Butterflies filled my stomach once more, and I wondered how I was going to be able to eat with him looking at me like that. I hoped Mom would be able to distract him while I ate or I was liable to not eat (which would upset/offend Mom and thus anger Dad ) or throw up (which would upset/offend Mom and thus anger Dad).

I was resisting the urge to nervously tap my foot when I heard my phone go off. I immediately reached my hand into my pocket before I remembered it wasn't there. My gaze immediately shifted to Mom who had flashed over to the table and was handing Dad my phone. When did she get that? Dad quickly glanced at my phone before placing it on the table in front of me.

"Answer it," he ordered quietly, and I immediately picked it up and said, "Hello?"

"Hey Bells," my human father greeted enthusiastically, "how's it going? Has Alice bought out all the shops in Port Angeles yet?"

My mind took a little bit to catch up the fact that I was talking to Charlie and that he had asked me a question. I was still absorbed in the supernatural side of my life, so it took a light kick from Carlisle to get me to wake up. I forced out a short laugh before answering, "Yeah, like last year. She's in the process of buying out all the malls in Portland."

Charlie chuckled as he fondly stated, "That girl sure loves to shop."

I snorted as I thought, that's the understatement of the century. "She sure does," I agreed before asking, "So, what's up Dad? Did you need me for something?" Charlie wasn't really one for just talking, so I knew he had to have some reason for calling other than to check up on me.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing, Bella," he responded somewhat gruffly, and I stared at the phone somewhat confused. I knew Charlie cared about me, but these kinds of conversations didn't really take place between us, so my intelligent response was, "Oh, I'm fine."

There was an awkward silence before I was struck with a sudden thought. "Ch-Dad, did Billy put you up to this?" I asked suspiciously. It sure sounded like something that conniving old man would do. He made no secret of his dislike of my relationship with the Cullens, so he was probably using Charlie to make sure I was still human or something idiotic like that.

"What? No, o-of course not," he sputtered. "Can't I just check up on my daughter to see how she's doing?" I barely resisted from giving a snort of disbelief. Yeah, he was so lying. Now I knew where I got my atrocious lying skills from. Instead of pointing this out to though, I decided to just humor him.

"Well, like I said, I'm just fine," I told him, hoping to end this incredibly awkward conversation.

"Jeez Bells, having a conversation with you is like pullin' teeth," he joked lightly, and I felt some guilt at my brusqueness. "Why don't you tell me what you've been up to today?" he asked, and I wasn't sure what to feel about his persistence.

"Uh, well," I stammered as I quickly tried to come up some lie. In the end I decided on half-truths. "Not much, really," I informed him. "Alice and I had a paper to write for school so we spent most of the day working on that. Afterwards we felt like getting some fresh air so we went for a hike in the woods. Can you believe it rained on us?" I asked him in an attempt at humor. However, Charlie didn't laugh.

Instead he groaned before saying, "The woods? Bella, what the hell are you doin' going into the woods? I thought I told you not to go in there anymore. It's dangerous, especially with those wolves out there!"

I reddened at his scolding, feeling embarrassed and a bit angry. "The woods aren't dangerous," I argued feebly, wanting to add that the wolves would never hurt me, but I didn't want to have to try and explain that to him. I heard a growl emit from Carlisle at my statement, but I was too absorbed in this conversation to even wonder at what that was about.

"Not dangerous?!" Charlie nearly shouted back in disbelief. "Bella, have you forgotten all the people that have been killed recently in those woods? Have you forgotten about those huge wolves you yourself saw? Have you forgotten about having to be rescued from the woods because you got lost?" he questioned, and I was made uncomfortable by the amount of concern and anger in his tone.

"Dad, I, um," I attempted to speak, but he cut me off as he begged, "Please Bella, please stop going into those woods. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you, so please, just for my peace of mind can you promise me not to go back in?" he asked hopefully, and I could do nothing more than to acquiesce to his wishes.

"Sure Dad," I promised quietly, "I promise." I was pretty sure I couldn't keep that promise, but Charlie didn't need to know that.

He let out a sigh before he cleared his throat as the awkwardness returned. Charlie wasn't one for emotion, so I knew he was probably searching for a polite way to end this call. I was too, so I decided to save both ourselves anymore embarrassment as I told him, "Look Dad, it was nice talking to you, but Esme has dinner ready and I don't want the food to get cold, so…,"

"Yeah, of course," he immediately responded, relief clear in his tone. "Take care of yourself Bella, and uh, I'll see you when you get back."

"Bye Dad," I replied before gladly hanging up the phone. My mind was whirling as I tried to process what we'd just talked about. Looking up at Carlisle, I noticed he was no longer looking at me, but at his hands resting on the table, and glancing over at Esme, I saw that she was busily cooking. I knew they'd both heard the entire conversation, but I was glad neither one of them was commenting…yet.

Jeez, I can't believe Dad flipped out so much over me going into the woods. He made it sound like I was risking my life.

You kind of were. Did you not hear all the reasons he mentioned for you to not go in? You get lost nearly every time you've wandered in alone. Just look at today. And people have been killed, not by wolves like he thinks, but by vampires, one vampire in particular: Victoria.

I shivered at the name.

Yeah, you've forgotten that little tidbit haven't you? Victoria is the vampire that's been hunting you down for months now. She's the vampire who wants to kill you slowly and painfully as a form of revenge for Edward killing James. She's the vampire who has been spotted in these woods multiple times already.

I gripped the table tightly as connections began to be made. Mom had been talking about my recklessness earlier today. I thought she'd been getting on my case about the drinking, but she hadn't. She had been trying to get me to realize why she and Dad were so upset with me. She had been trying to get me to realize that my little jaunt into the woods had been dangerous and reckless.

Oh hell, I thought in anguish as I closed my eyes. This is why they had been so upset. This is why Mom had mentioned—I groaned out loud. Oh God, I was so going to get it. No wonder Dad was so damn angry with me. To him it looked like I'd disregarded everything he had talked to me about yesterday. I'd be pissed with me too. In fact, I was pissed with myself. I used to think I was intelligent, but I sure as hell hadn't been acting like it. I was acting as stupid and idiotic as that pompous slut Lauren!

"Bella, sweetheart, are you alright?" my mother suddenly asked in concern, and I opened my eyes to see her standing next to me with a plate of food in her hand. I nodded my head as she set it down in front of me along with a can of Sprite.

"I'm alright," I told her weakly, and although I knew she didn't buy it she let me be with nothing more than a sympathetic look.

"Very well, eat up darling," she said, "and let me know how it is. It has been a while since I have had to cook," she confessed uncertainly.

"I'm sure it'll taste wonderfully," I assured her before taking a bite. Mmmm, this was good, not that I doubted it would be. "Very good Mom, thank you!" I praised happily as I took in another forkful.

Mom gave me a delighted expression before beginning to clean up the dishes she had used. I chanced a nervous glance at Dad, but he was still staring at his hands. I really wanted to know what he was thinking, but I felt that could wait.

I looked back down at the food, and even though I wasn't hungry I mechanically began to eat as my mind wandered back to everything that had gone on these past few days.

A/N: Alright, so Bella finally gets why her parents are so upset! Hurray! What'd you think of the chat with Charlie? The idea came out of nowhere, and I thought it'd be an interesting way of Bella coming to her own realizations that she had endangered her life, rather than having Carlisle or Esme explain it to her. Let me know what you think of the story so far by please REVIEWING! Hope you're enjoying this!