We Three Witches (Twilight)

Chapter 7 - Don't Make Me Bite You

Alice's POV

January 25th - Saturday

"I'm not going." I flopped face first onto Bella's bed with a huff. "I don't care if we have to spell the whole damn school. I am not spending ten hours with that asshole."

"Like hell you aren't," Charlie remarked amusedly, appearing in the doorway with an armful of laundry. "You nearly put the kid through a wall, Allie."

"He definitely deserved it, Dad," Rosalie murmured from where she was half asleep on Bella's pillows (the sun hadn't even risen yet and Rosalie Swan was not a morning person).

"I'm sure he did," he replied as he handed Bella her clean laundry. "But these things have consequences. And taking responsibility for your actions is part of growing up."

I sat up with a pout and widened my eyes, making them mist with tears. "But what if Jasper yells at me again?"

"Then you throw him into another wall," Charlie replied, ruffling my hair, before smiling at me softly. "How about I escort you in and threaten him a little? Would that make you feel better?"

I giggled at the imagery and the indignation Jasper was bound to feel—nothing would make me happier. "Yes, Dad."

I heaved myself off the bed—five minutes of sleep sounded amazing right now; I hadn't gotten any last night—and followed Charlie downstairs. I waved goodbye to Bella (Rose was already asleep again—I wanted to join her so bad) and joined Charlie in the cruiser. The drive was silent, but as we pulled up to the school, he turned to me, serious. "Now, I don't know what happened between you two yesterday," he held up a hand when I went to interject, "and I'm not going to push, but it's a small town and word gets around." His jaw clenched. "But what I did hear, among other things, was that Jasper Cullen threatened you and your sisters."

He looked at me, eyes narrow and furious. "I'm not going to ask if that's true, but if anyone does anything like that again, you make sure they regret it, you hear me?"

I looked at him, contemplating. Charlie hadn't been around much when we were children. I had no memories of him from before the divorce and I could count on one hand how many times Renee had let us visit for the summer.

All in all, before moving here, the only 'memories' I really had of Charlie as our father had come from visions of the future. Those visions had been half my reason for convincing my sisters to move here. I knew he loved us unconditionally, even if I didn't have the memories to prove it. Even if he'd barely gotten a handful of years with us, I knew Charlie loved us—or at least who he thought we were. I wasn't sure how'd he ever react if he ever found out the truth about us, but I knew—for now—he cared for us more than any other 'parent' we'd had in our lives.

Except maybe I'd misjudged him. He was the Chief of Police and yet here he was telling me to kill anyone who so much as threatened us. Maybe he really did know the true us better than I'd given him credit for.

I dipped my head with a smile. "I'll make sure to bury them where no one will find them."

Charlie looked away. "As Chief of Police, I didn't hear that." He looked back at me with a slight smile. "But as your father...I keep the shovels in the shed."

I laughed as we got out. Maybe we'll have an actual father this life—that'd be nice.

I gave him a side hug as we walked towards the front door. "Thanks, Dad," I murmured. "Your support means more than you'll ever know."

He pulled me in closer and kissed the top of my head. "It's what dads do, kiddo."

Not all fathers, I thought bitterly. You'd be our first.