#still a point to this life ↠ char ↠ carlisle cullen

[wandyrlust-a]

tag drop !! part 2

winston, zoey, jess, alice, carlisle

[amirrorneverlies]

𝒟𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝐵𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝐸𝒶𝓉 𝒯𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 - 𝒮𝑜𝓁𝑜 𝒷𝓎 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦..

‘Bells is that you?’ I heard Charlie’s cruiser pull up outside the house around ten minutes ago, but I guess he would make his way in once he was ready.

“Who else would it be Char—” I caught myself “—Dad. I am not sure someone would want to break into our place and cook dinner for us.” I smiled as I turned the fillets of fish in the herbed oil and set them on the baking tray. “Unless you are about to tell me there are a string of burglaries taking place in Forks, where the culprits are breaking in to do house work and laundry and then leaving?”

#Charlie hooked up his jacket and took his gun belt off and set them on the side in the hallway as I watched him over my shoulder. ‘Very funny kid, I meant I didn’t expect you to be back so soon.’ He had a pleased smile on his features seeing me adding a herb crumble to the top of the fish and setting it into the oven to cook.

“Why don’t you go and wash up, dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.” I told him to distract him from the questions I could feel he was about to bombard me with.

‘Sure, thing Bells, it smells great.’ He kissed the top of my head before turning to rush up the hall and stairs. I stood still until I heard the door of the bathroom close, only then did I start to set the table.

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My afternoon at the Black house with #Billy had been a full-on interrogation. Rightfully so #Billy had several questions he wanted to ask me, and I answered them the best I could without betraying the trust #Carlisle, #Esme and #Alice had once placed in me. No matter what had transpired between #Edward and I, there was no way on this earth that I could betray the ones who had been kind enough to welcome me into their hearts and home. #Billy still chose to believe that my answers were of a bias nature.

‘Did that Cullen boy trick you into being with him?’ He’d asked.

“No, Billy. He was truthful with me from the start. I replied.

‘When you hurt yourself in Phoenix, that was the Cullen boy who had done that to you, and his father helped to cover it up?’ He enquired.

“No, not at all Billy. It was a vampire who hurt me, but his name was #James. He was a tracker, and he had caught my scent and wanted to kill me. If it weren’t for the Cullen’s... Billy, I really would be dead.”

#Billy had reached over to take my hand to examine the half crescent moon shape left on my palm by James teeth.

“If Edward hadn’t sucked the venom, I wouldn’t be here today.” I told him my eyes moving to hide from him.

I couldn’t make myself tell him that at the time it was something I had wanted. Something I have asked for, something I had been told was going to be in my future. What a fool I had been back then, to want death over life. To want to turn my back on those who loved me unconditionally for somebody who I hadn’t even truly known. A crush, that was what I had told #Renee when she had asked me how I felt of him. So, why had I at the time set myself up to be so clingy when I was a head strong girl? These were my mistakes that I was slowly, one by one rectifying.

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‘My stomach is rumbling.’ #Charlies hand on my shoulder as he stepped into the kitchen brought me back to the now.

I smiled at him. “Take a seat, I’m just waiting—” the buzz of the timer went off and I pointed to the oven. “—For that!” He laughed, grabbing himself a beer and a can of soda for me before taking his seat. Leaving me to pour out the food before joining him.

Pulling his chair in closer to the small dinner table, #Charlie picked up his fork. ‘So, how did it go with Jake today? I really wasn’t expecting you to be home this early.’ It really wasn’t that early; the sun had gone down hours ago and it was close to eight PM in the evening.

“I didn’t see him...” I said picking up my own fork and knife, cutting into the new potatoes so that they would cool down a little.

“Bells!” He set his fork down on the table again, that crease visible on his forehead, #Charlie wasn’t pleased by this development.

“Before you burst a blood vessel dad, give me a minute to explain.” His eyes were glued on me.

‘Well…? I am waiting for this explanation.’ I most definitely inherited my quips from the swan side of the family tree.

“I went to La Push, but it was only Billy at home. Jake had gone to the beach with his friends.” I held up my hand before he could stop me, because I knew what was coming next. “And before you say Why didn't you go to the beach? 𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽? I will have you know that I had a pleasant time catching up with Billy. We had pie and Milk and we talked.”

This took my dad off guard; his ask was that I leave the house and talk to people. And that is exactly what I had done.

‘Billy huh? How is he?’ Slowly he picked up his fork again and started to cut into his fish. I knew this was a test.

“He is really well. Was a little annoyed that Jake hadn’t fixed a loose board on his ramp which I was about to fall over. And he liked the Cherry Pie I took over with me. And he said thanks for the tapes too.” Filling my mouth up with a big forkful I chewed.

#Charlie’s head jerked up and back over to the counter top where the pie had been sat this morning. ‘Bells! I was looking forward to that.’

This made me laugh. “Dad don’t worry. I stopped off at the Thriftway on my way home to do the grocery shopping and got you another one. It’s in the oven keeping warm until you are ready for it.”

We both eased into the rest of our time together over dinner with lighter conversation. #Charlie didn’t get what he wanted exactly I knew it, but he was happy enough to know that I’d spent some time out of the house. This was the first time in a long while that we could say that we were having a family dinner, and a part of me had to confess that it felt good.