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The phone was ringing. Charlie was late. He almost never came home late. What was taking him so long? He would have called, right? I ran to the phone, nearly tripping. Why did I always have to trip when there's something important?
"Hello?", I said breathless.
" Is Isabella Swan available?"
"This is Bella speaking."
" Your father, Charlie Swan, has been injured near the chest. He's in critical condition."
What?! Charlie injured? I was falling. I couldn't absorb this information. The kitchen started to spin. Then, there was nothing.
A/n: Sorry for the short chapter!