Chapter 4:
As so as I had the truck parked in my driveway, Charlie was out of the house, opened my door and had already started yelling at me.
"Isabella Marie Swan! Where the hell have you been? It is 5:30 pm!" He yelled.
"Damn, I didn't think that I was that slow in getting here as fast as I could," I said thoughtfully. "Anyway, we need to like now."
He started.
"Why?"
"Well, you know those feelings I get? The ones that I can tell that either something bad or good gonna happen to me?" He nodded. "Well, I had one of those right before lunch at school and it told me to go to the Cullen's house because it was sunny today so they weren't at school. I went over there and he was cheating on me and Jasper with Alice and a girl from Denali, Tanya," I said. "I called Jasper and told him, Rosalie, and Emmett what happened and they all came from their hunting trip. Long story short, I managed to knock out Edward in front of Jasper. I may have blown it or not, but we need to leave before questions arise," I finished.
He was silent for a moment, comprehending what I had just told him. Then suddenly, he exploded. "That fucking bloodsucker! I'm going to fucking kill that low-life leech, cheating on my daughter. That son of bitch…" he went on to call Edward other names and plotting of ways to kill him.
"Dad?" I asked. He kept rambling.
"Dad…" I repeated. Still ignoring me. "Charlie?" I asked louder.
Oh good grief.
"CHARLES!" I yelled.
He froze, hearing his original name.
"Will you chill the fuck out? Edward fucking Cullen isn't worth your time to think about. What you should be thinking about is packing up stuff you want to keep and then finding some way to get rid of the stuff you don't want. We need to leave in one, maybe two, hours; three max. Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett are going to be curious about how I was able to do that and frankly, right now I can't deal with that pressure." My voice was raised by the end of my little rant, and it had taken on that crazy tone that my mom has.
"Yes. Of course, Isabella." We ran into the house and into our respective bedrooms. I went straight to my closet and pulled out my 3 suitcases for my clothes and a duffle bag. I needed to get rid of the stuff, but how… oh, light bulb! Where's a pen and paper?
I looked at my desk and got the items I needed and started writing a letter to my father:
Dear Father,
It is time for me and Charles to come home and out of hiding. Something has come up that could potentially put me in danger. I know you must be fuming right now, as you are reading this letter, but I guarantee that I will give you and everyone else a more detailed explanation of why this is happening now.
What we need to know is if we can come up with our own way of getting rid of the memories and the muggle house that we borrowed/stole. I already have an idea, but I need your permission for me to put it into action. Please give Mother, Draco, and all of the others love from me and hopefully we will see you soon.
Love always,
Your daughter, Isabella
I looked at the letter afterwards and could find any fault in it, but Charles should read it just in case.
"Charles?" I called.
"Yes, Isabella?" he called backed.
"Can you come here and read this letter for Dad?" He came into my room, read my letter, and said that it sounded okay to him.
