Hey everyone this is my first Twilight Fanfiction...I have only just started reading them but because it is such a good novel that everyone loves I could not resist putting my personal touch in it. Rest assure that there are absolutely no spoilers because I have not myself even finished the first one, but as I said before I could not resist! Anyway please Read and Review!!


Chapter 3

Kathleen's POV

Light, there was a bright light attacking my retnas. I wiped at my eye lids and found that it was merely the sun leaking into the room covering me in its annoying spot light. I shivered and looked around me, I was naked!

I sat up and looked around; I was in dad's room. At first I did not remember why but then it all came flooding back. I went over and took my mom's robe. It still smelled of her, God, I wish she would just leave me the Hell alone!

I walked out of the room and began looking for dad. He was sitting on the couch reading a book. This was strange for him considering that he usually played his piano at this time of day. I walked to the couch and sat next to him, uncertain of what to say.

His eyes strayed from the novel and when they met my face he closed the book completely. Dad's eyes penetrated mine and made guilt wash over my whole body. His eyes weren't angry nor were they even the slightest sad, but they were showing disappointment.

"Dad-"

He shook his head at me and quickly I shut up.

"You almost killed yourself! Any more time under that hot water and you would have burnt yourself beyond recognition! What the Hell were you trying to prove!?"

I could feel my eyes well up with tears and my throat was so tight that I could only squeak with grief.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT WOULD HAVE DONE TO ME IF I HAD LOST YOU?!" his eyes began to glitter strangely.

Please don't let him cry, my heart would break if I saw him weep

"Don't you ever do something so foolish again! When I saw you in that tub my heart wanted to crumble inside of me! Do you understand?!"

I nodded feeling a lose tear slide down my face…then another, and another, and then more beyond my control.

I felt Dad's arms wrap around me and hold me close. I buried my face in his neck and sobbed. I sobbed for my mother and the pain I had put him through.

"I-I'm sorry…I'm sorry!" I cried unable to say anything else.

He rubbed circles in my back and begun humming softly in my ear. It was mom's lullaby which only made me want to cry harder.

"I-I miss her…I want her…home!" I sobbed.

He squeezed me tighter and nodded.

"I know love…I know you want her to come home and be with us…but…but she is happy where she is."

"But…but why?" I begged.

I felt dad's shoulders shrug, he had no answer for me, no one did.

I cried for what felt like forever until dad pulled away and wiped a few stray tears from my cheeks.

"I want you to promise that you will never EVER do something so idiotic again!"

I bit my lip and nodded vigorously.

"Good, now we need to talk. I want you to tell me how you feel."

I gave him a look of sheer stupidity. I just cried all over the man, I mean wouldn't he have been able to figure out that I was sad?

"I want to know exactly what you are feeling."

I shrugged my shoulders unknowing of what to say.

"I don't know."

He wouldn't take that as an answer; see like my mother, dad could not read my thoughts either. He could if he wanted to endure the pain after word. He said that when I was little he tried and I knocked him straight out of my head.

"You must if you didn't than you just boiled your body for the heck of it."

I sighed.

"The pain distracted me." I said truthfully.

"What did it distract you from?"

I didn't want to answer, I shook my head with my eyes feeling wet again.

"Did it make you forget Bella?" he asked sadly.

I nodded somewhat painfully.

"Are you mad at me for not changing her?"

I turned on him with a cutting stare, how he could ask such a stupid question was beyond me. Still when I was home I didn't want to even look or be touched by him. I wasn't mad at dad…I was livid.

"No…I…was…I'm okay now."

"No you are not okay as you say!" he spat.

My eyes became hot and I turned at him anger evident in my stare.

"What do you want me to say?! That I hate you for not changing mom?! Is that what you freaking want?!"

He didn't answer me and suddenly hot salty tears streamed down my cheeks.

"It would be the truth!" he yelled.

I stood up from the couch and ran out leaving him to sit there alone; I slammed my bedroom door shut and grabbed my cell phone. I dialed Carlisle's number as fast as I could and waited for his voice to come over the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Carlisle?" I couldn't really call him Grandpa considering he was about twenty-seven. When I was small I called him grandpa but that was back when it was cute and no one questioned my intelligence. If I did so now it would most likely raise some very complicated questions.

"Kathleen? What is it darling?"

"Can I stay with you and Esme tonight?"

I could hear Carlisle's hesitant intake of breath.

"Why?"

"I just need to get away…can I stay with you?"

There was another sigh and then he said, "I'll come by and pick you up in about twenty minutes…be ready."

I sighed relieved and said, "Okay."

"Alright, then I'll see you soon."

I heard the distant click of him hanging up the phone and hung up as well. More tears came to my eyes, I didn't know how dad was going to handle this but I did know that I couldn't stay with him much longer. I needed to get away, not forever of course, I may be upset but I could never stop loving my father.

I pulled my travelers bag out from under my bed and began filling it with my clothes. I wasn't sure how long I would be staying with Carlisle but I packed enough clothes just in case I decided not to come back any time soon. Just as I was about to put my make up bag in the large suit case dad came in. I stopped uncertain of what to say, he looked at me with a cold glare.

I stared back frozen and unable to look him in those warm topaz eyes. I dared to take a quick glance at his face and what I saw horrified me. My dad, the strongest man I knew, had tears in his eyes. I looked down feeling so horrible, never once in my entire life had I seen him cry…never once in my life had I wanted to. Warm wet tears streamed down my face as well, it was too much…it was way too much.

I continued to put my clothes into the bag only stopping when he spoke.

"Why are you doing this?" he choked out.

I bit my lip and pushed past him with my bag. I couldn't come up with an answer, I had one but it was far too painful for me to say.

"Kat! Please!" he begged.

I looked at the clock, I should have asked Carlisle to rush. I put my bag near the door and turned back to see that my father had went to his bedroom.

SLAM!!

I jumped…at least I didn't have to endure the painful sight of watching my own father cry.


There is the Third chapter my lovelys!! I hope you are all enjoying this as much as I am enjoying righting it. Anyway PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!