As soon as Charlie loosens his hold on me, I run to Carlisle's side.
I gasp as I look at my father.
Once well groomed, he's definitely grown older… and I can tell that he's an alcoholic. Deep circles under his eyes, his complexion sallow, his clothes daggy and unkempt.
He looks like shit; where my father was once all about image, he isn't anymore… he's nothing like the man who beat me at night, repeatedly, and told me to never tell a soul because he had to keep his reputation up…
Besides, in a close-knit down like Forks, no one would believe me anyway. I was just the "attention grabbing and challenged, hurt and confused child of a mother who ran away".
I was nothing, I was told repeatedly.
It became all that I knew… but now, I know differently.
Ahh!
If I'm giving you all these updates, then I need you guys to tell me if you know of any gardens in Seattle that allow weddings.
Sorry for spoiling part of it, but I can't find anything...
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