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As we stood among the wreckage, the room felt like a battlefield—shattered wood and scattered clothes; remnants of a chaos that mirrored the storm inside my heart.
Jake moved slowly back into the lounge, a look of accomplished duty in his eyes, as if he'd done something necessary.
He rolled up his sleeves, the muscles tensing beneath the fabric. "Alright, let's get this over with," he muttered, stepping towards a pile of action figures and textbooks, their pages warped and bent against the floor. His words were laced with a bitterness he tried to hide, but it bubbled to the surface like magma from a dormant volcano. He stacked the books with movements that were slightly off. They were a little too sharp, too forceful, channeling the quiet loathing I felt gnawing at him.
I bent down slowly, my fingers grazing the fabric of Seth's hoodie. I saw it scrunching together, the grooves deepening from the pressure of my fingers, but I couldn't feel it beneath my skin. The dust hung in the air, clinging to me like my past.
"You really packed this thing to the brim, Seth," I said, my voice distant as I shook the shirt out mechanically. My thoughts still glinting off cold, polished topaz.
Seth grinned sheepishly. "I didn't mean to pack it so full… I thought the floor could handle it," he muttered, tossing clothes into a laundry basket by the couch. His gangly arms added a sense of haste and awkwardness to his movements.
Jake snorted softly, stacking more comic books into a neat pile. "Yeah, well, now you know." He glanced at me from the corner of his eye, watching my fingers move absentmindedly as I stared at the floor.
"Uh... guys?" Seth's voice wavered as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I think... I think we might need to call someone about this."
I looked up to him, both from concern and an escape from Jake's gaze. His neck was craned towards the hole, seeming to comprehend the magnitude of damage. His round face was wilting with guilt.
"Don't worry Seth," I said gently, offering a small smile. He slowly turned his wide, uncertain eyes towards me. I allowed myself to sink into the softness and innocence within them. "We'll all pitch in and explain it to Charlie. If we're quick, we can probably fix most of this mess before he gets home."
He looked down towards his feet, nodding to himself. But his shoulders lost some of their stiffness as the mist of worry began parting from his body.
When the floor was clear and the dustpan emptied, Jake, Seth, and I collapsed onto the couch; our bodies heavy with exhaustion. The dark outline of the oak wardrobe loomed just outside the window. Its beaten corpse cast a long shadow into the room that stretched across my body, leaving my arm around Jake untouched. I listened to the rise and fall of our breathing as it mingled with the quiet hum of the night.
Our peace was short lived, as the crunch of tires over the gravel broke through the stillness. A beam of light shone through the hall window as the automatic porch light flicked on. It stretched itself over Seth's face, which drained under its glow.
Jake lay casually between use, casually stretching his legs over the coffee table. "Well," he said, "here they come."
Seth groaned softly, burying his face in his hands. "We're so dead."
The front door creaked open, Charlie's heavy boots echoing down the hallway. They were closely tailed by the patter of Sue's lighter footsteps. Charlie's unkempt curls blocked the doorway, obscuring the porch light from reaching Seth. It glowed behind him for a second, eerily bending off his silhouette against the darkness, until he reached his arm towards the light switch. His eyes scanned the space—quickly brushing over the three of us on the couch—and then his gaze landed on the gaping hole in the ceiling. He froze mid-step, jaw slack. Sue nearly bumped into him from behind, peering over his shoulder. Her eyes widened as they traced the gateway above us.
Charlie's mouth worked soundlessly for a beat before he managed to collect his thoughts. I could see them spinning around in his head as he tried to catch them. "Well, this is... new," he finally said.
I cringed. "Hi, Dad."
"Bella." He blinked, shaking his head. "What happened here?"
Jake spoke first, his voice ringing with authority. "Okay, look—before anyone gets mad—"
"Too late for that," Sue muttered, crossing her arms, though a small smile teased around her mouth.
"—this wasn't all Seth's fault." Jake held up his hands. "There was a... uh, slight miscalculation on my part."
"Miscalculation?" Charlie repeated slowly, looking up at the view into Seth's room. He let out a deep breath, rubbing his temples.
"I might've packed it a bit too much," Seth piped up.
"'A bit'?" Jake grinned, unable to resist, "More like you were smuggling a herd of elephants in there."
Charlie shot him a glance, somewhere between exasperation and amusement. "Seth, you realize you've just put a skylight in my house?"
Seth gulped, scratching the back of his neck. "Um..."
"Don't beat him up too hard, Charlie," Jake stepped in, shielding Seth. "I'll bring Quil and Embry by tomorrow. We'll patch it up, I swear." He flashed a smile, trying to lighten the mood. "Better than new."
Charlie shook his head, but I felt the tension easing with each swing. Eventually, a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You better, kid. Or you'll be up on the roof whenever the weather turns sour."
He turned to me then, his expression softening. "And how's my girl? Welcome home, Bells." He reached his arms out, and I stepped up from the couch, closing the distance between us as he wrapped himself around me. I sank into the warmth of his flannel shirt, pressing my cheek against his chest. For a moment, the weight of the past few hours melted away, replaced by the familiar comfort of my dad.
"Thanks, Dad. It's good to be back."
Charlie pulled back, tapping his hand on my shoulder.
"Well, that's good," Charlie said, raising an eyebrow. "But you're early. Kept to the speed limit, right?" His dual roles as police chief and father colored his concern.
I let out a short breath, humored and exasperated. There was also an ugly sensation churning in my stomach, reminding me of someone who hadn't been so cautious about road rules.
"Dad," I replied with a hint of a smile, trying to mask my feelings. "Have you forgotten who you raised?" I chuckled. "And I'd never be able to break the law if I wanted to—my truck's not built for that sort of thing. I can barely get it over seventy!"
His eyes crinkled around the corners as he smiled, the naked beams above us momentarily forgotten.
Sue's voice cut through from behind Charlie, gentle but attentive. "Have you eaten yet, Bella? There's some fish fry left in the car." She was already rustling through Charlie's jacket, looking for the key. "Billy and Charlie got so into the game, they barely touched it." She shot him a playful, affectionate look, though I caught the hint of worry in her eyes. "I'll warm some up for you.""
Her face had softened over the months; it no longer clouded with pity, but a quiet understanding. However, I saw traces of it within her eyes as they lingered on me, just as they had that when we sat awkwardly around Charlie's overcooked pasta that first night.
My throat suddenly thick, I just nodded and forced my lips into a smile.
Sue smiled back, warm and reassuring, then stepped out the door. She left it open, her footsteps quietly threading against the gravel.
Charlie turned to Jake, still sprawled out on the couch. "You staying for dinner, Jake?" he asked.
Jacob's eyes flickered to mine. I felt stronger with Charlie beside me, and gave him a reassuring smile.
"Nah, not tonight. Sadie's cooking for me."
Charlie nodded, and then gave me a final, brief hug before heading to the fridge. "Seth, you're on cutlery duty," he called out over his shoulder, sounding gruffer than he felt.
Seth relaxed a bit, the corners of his lips slightly lifting up. He squeezed past me and followed Charlie through the doorway.
Jacob stirred from the couch, stretching his arms until they let out a quiet pop. He glanced at me, his warmth like a balm against the cold ache inside me. Standing up, he came over and rested his large hand on my shoulder, his fingers brushing lightly along my back.
I leaned into his chest, the familiar comfort of him momentarily soothing. "You should probably head back to Sadie—inform her about your narrow escape."
He snickered, but the grin tugging at his lips was unmistakable. "She worries too much," his voice was soft, but the concern was there.
"I'm fine," I whispered over the drawer opening and rattling metal behind us.
He pondered my words for a while, analysing them against the tone of my voice and the creases in my face. Whatever he saw must have satisfied him, as he gave me a small smile before walking past me towards his muddy boots by the door. Sue reappeared as he bent down. She had a casserole dish tucked in her elbow, wrapped in aluminum foil reflecting the hall light. Her hand ruffled his hair as she walked past him, towards the sound of porcelain and glass being laid on the table.
Jake stood up and leaned into the kitchen. "I'll be back tomorrow afternoon, Charlie," he reassured. "Roof repairs don't scare me off that easy, so no need to put out a bounty or anything."
Charlie humphed, but Jake was off the hook.
Jake's smirk softened as he made his way toward the door. For a moment, his hand hovered over the doorknob, the weight of unspoken words thick between us. I caught his gaze, offering him a faint smile.
"It's good to have you back, Bella," he said, voice gentle. "Things haven't been the same without you."
I nodded, the words I wanted to say caught somewhere in my chest. As he stepped outside, the screen door clicked shut behind him, leaving the room quieter than it had been before.
As he slipped out the door, I felt the space he left behind fill with tension and memories. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, inhaling deeply, trying to banish the thoughts swirling like leaves in the wind.
The space felt heavier, as if the shadows of Edward Cullen grew just a little more with each breath.