Gray Dusk - Queer Twilight Rewrite -18+

8. Cullen Check Up

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September 28th, 2008
9:01 AM

Cullen House, Forks, Washington

   "Dad, please...." I groaned, shoving him out the door, "Go back to work before you get fired. I promise I will be okay to drive. You gave me perfectly good directions,"

   "Just let me drive you. Getting to the Black's House isn't as easy as you think. I am the Sheriff. They can't fire me," Charlie snapped back at me. I sighed and stood on my tippy toes to hug and kiss him on the jaw.

   "Daddy, I promise I will be okay. You can't be afraid for me to ever go out of the house again,"

   "Sure, I can..." He huffed, hugging me back, "Just be careful. There have been a lot of bear attacks recently," Charlie said.

   "My truck is a tank," I told him before convincing him I was fine.

   "Your mom wants you to call her back," He told me, and I shook my head, "What is going on between you two... she misses you a lot. She said that you haven't been replying to her text or emails,"

   "Just stay out of it, okay, Dad? I will send a text when I get to Jacob's," I told him, and he shook his head.

   "Call me on the landline. There isn't service there," he kissed my forehead and left me alone.

   The past couple of days have been such a bore. The doctor has given me three days off school to rest fully. I have watched all of the old movies that Grandma left for Charlie in the will. We didnt have a satellite, just cable, so I got through with them fairly quickly. I would play solitaire on my computer since Charlie wanted the landline open to call me.

   I looked at the dent as I walked to the truck, and it just didn't make sense. There wasn't any black paint on Tyler's van. The van had an indent worse than mine, which didnt make sense. If it were a real crash, the indent would be in my car, and Tyler's van would have been smooshed in that area. There was a hand-snapped indent in my truck that would match the size of Edward's hand.

   "Crazy, right?" Edward walked around the truck, startling me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to spook you. Did you not notice my Volvo?" he asked, and I looked behind him to see.

   "Does your hand hurt?" I asked, and he raised his eyebrow.

   "What are you on about?" He spoke.

   "You saved me and told me not to tell anyone... and I haven't," I told him, and he scoffed, "Look, I don't want to tell anyone. It would be best if you didn't lie to me. I need to know why I am keeping your secret,"

   "You must have hit your head hard. I was on the other side of the parking lot," He said, doing his glamour.

   "No, you somehow appeared in front of me and saved me, and this is your handprint," I argued with him. he had a smirk on his face, but it was one of those bluffs you did not want to let people know you got under their skin.