Mrs. Boyscout is my soul mate. It is true. We are one and the same.
Twilight is not mine. And the content is this chapter is pretty sensitive, you're warned.
Flying with Broken Wings
I sat in Edward's living room, drinking the hot cup of coffee he made for me, with my eyes fixed on the man who claimed to be my father. Chief Swan seemed to be very uncomfortable under my gaze. He squirmed in his seat, rubbed the back of his neck and coughed a few times as we sat in silence. The situation seemed reversed, as if I was a cop interrogating a criminal.
"So, uh, maybe I should go upstairs and leave the two of you to catch up on old times," Edward said, patting my lap and attempting to stand up.
My hand closed around his wrist and my eyes narrowed at him, silently telling him not to go anywhere. He was the one who had convinced me to sit down and have a meeting with Charlie. There was no way I was letting him leave when he put me in this predicament.
"Or I could just stay and watch you two say absolutely nothing because I have nothing else to do." Edward swallowed loudly and relaxed back into the chair.
The three of us resumed back to our silence. The tension in the air was palpable, and everyone seemed to be breathing loudly. I stared at Charlie; Edward pretended to bite his nails in anticipation of an actual conversation happening, and Charlie continued shifting in his seat, trying to get free from the silent prison.
It was wonderful. I was glad I wasn't the only one feeling discomfort. Charlie's uneasiness made me feel happy because that was exactly how I wanted him to feel.
"Bells–," Charlie finally mustered up the courage to cultivate a conversation, but I interrupted before he could go further.
"Don't call me that," I hissed ferociously, causing Edward to wince beside me. "You have no right to call me that. In fact, you have no right to show yourself at my mother's burial. You have no right to even talk to me."
Edward's fingers sketched invincible circles on the back of my hand, and I knew he was trying to weave calm into my body, but my temper was having a problem deflating.
"I know I haven't been the best father to you," Charlie continued.
"Oh, that's where you're wrong, Charlie," I laughed cruelly. "You've never been a father to me at all. You haven't even tried."
Charlie's eyes finally flickered to mine and an expression crossed his face. "What would you have wanted me to do? Renee wouldn't allow me contact you."
"How typical, blaming this on someone who's dead. All because you count on the fact that she's not fucking here to defend herself," I barked.
"Don't swear at me," Charlie commanded.
"I will do whatever the fuck I want. You have no fucking control over me. As a matter of fact, you have no input in my fucking life to tell me to not fucking curse at you."
"Maybe I can't do this now," Charlie said, standing up.
"Ah, the most reliable trait you seem to possess – running away from your problems. I wonder, do you also run when it is your job to catch criminals? I mean, you can't do your job as a father, I'm just wondering how the cop job is going for you."
"I loved your mother, you know. I loved her and I thought she betrayed me." He turned to me swiftly.
"Don't you dare talk about her! Don't you even dare put this on her. She suffered for me, while you were fucking enjoying yourself with red-hair," I said, not even caring to remember his wife's name. "She was the only parent I had. I was there when you left, when you two had that fight. I was under the staircase. I heard everything."
"You were young, you couldn't have understood."
"I was seven, I was not fucking stupid," I snapped in annoyance. "She left everything for you and you abandoned her. You abandoned us like we meant nothing to you."
"I'm sorry," Charlie fell back into the chair and placed his hands on his head. "I was angry that day. I didn't…I wasn't thinking clearly. I wasn't in the right state of mind."
"Thanks for telling me this. Now I know that whenever you're not in the right state of mind, I should expect you to run away."
"Phil told me he slept with her."
I blinked back in surprise as his words seeped into my ears. At the sound of the name, my body shivered and I became paralyzed with fear as memories that accompanied Uncle Phil flooded my head. My eyes, on instinct, began to well. Edward noticed the change in my body and placed my head on his chest, holding me tightly as if he could protect me from the images in my head.
I was shocked that even though he was no longer here, his name could still threaten my senses.
"Shh, Bella, it's alright." Edward weaved his fingers through my hair in an attempt to soothe me.
Charlie waited for me to recuperate, looking at me curiously before he asked. "What is it that you're not telling me, Bella?"
"There are many things you don't know, Charlie," I replied icily, carefully extracting myself from Edward's arms. I walked toward the window and stared off at the pedestrians crossing the road. "Uncle Phil was just a pedophile; that's all." I cast him a smile and wrapped my arms around myself.
I tried to appear calm as if saying his name didn't rattle every bone in my body.
"What do you mean?" Charlie walked toward me cautiously. "Did he– did he– did he do anything to you?" he stammered and I looked at the guilt and horror that resided in his eyes.
"Something that a child, at that tender age, shouldn't have even seen adults doing," I stared at the depths of his grey eyes. "He didn't rape me if that's what you're asking, but then he wasn't provided with the time to do that. So he did other things instead."
"My God!" Charlie exclaimed and took a step closer to me. I assumed it was so that he could give me a hug and comfort me, but I stepped back, out of his reach. I didn't want to give him the benefit of feeling sympathetic toward me. I didn't want his fucking comfort. And besides, it was in the past.
All horrific experiences were in the past, and they were banished at the back of my mind.
"If that idiot isn't dead, I am going to kill him. It just makes me sick. God, as a cop, I see this kind of thing…but I never thought…" Charlie trailed off, running his hand through his hair and taking deep breaths. "I am so sorry, Bella. I didn't know. The bastard told me that he and Renee slept together," he continued, completely outraged. "And I believed him because she became very suspicious. She was always taking phone calls from an unidentifiable number, spending so much time at work all of a sudden. Then finally, one night I followed her and saw her enter Phil's house. When she came back, I asked her where she went to, but she lied. And because of that lie, I concluded that he was telling the truth. We started fighting, mainly because I no longer trusted anything she said. Finally, I decided I couldn't take it any longer, and I left."
Charlie sighed. "Phil's wife called me a week after I had left. She told me that she and her husband were having problems that she couldn't tell me about. So she asked for Renee's help, but specifically told her not to tell me. I called your mother to apologize. However, she said that she wanted a divorce. She said that I couldn't trust her and that ingredient was a recipe for disaster in a marriage. I begged her, but she refused. So I gave her the divorce."
"I wanted to come and take you, but she made sure that all contacts I had to you were cut off. She said she thought it was better that way. And soon, I just…I gave up," Charlie admitted sadly.
He sat on the armrest of one of the chairs close to him. "You were a child and I didn't think you'd understand."
I was so shocked at what Charlie had said, that I had to take a few seconds to sink in the information and then recover. There was so much Renee didn't tell me that I wasn't even sure what to believe. But then I detected that there was a hint of truth in what Charlie was saying because Renee had requested his presence at the burial.
"You could have still fought to see me if you wanted to," my voice sounded thick, and it was then I realized that tears had rolled down my face. I wiped my cheeks furiously. "You could have tried. She loved you. She was just hurt. She never forgot you, even after all those years. Maybe it's because you were unwilling to put effort in making her forgive you, that's why she cut you from her life."
Charlie swallowed, and I assumed he had nothing else to defend himself with. "I know I failed you. I know you hate me. I know that I can never make up for what I've done, but I want to do something. I want you to forgive me. Renee never did and now she's gone and–"
"You're doing this for your conscience?" I spat, revolted.
"No, I'm not," Charlie replied. "I just want to try and be there for you. I missed out so much of your life and I want to make up for it. I know it must have been difficult for you, and I want to…I just want to try and make it right."
I looked at him and saw sincerity and sadness in his face. However, it was not going to be that fucking easy for me to forgive him, considering the fact that he fled from us easily.
My eyes flickered to Edward, who watched me with loving eyes.
"I'll try, but I make no promises," I said, switching my gaze to Charlie.
A faint smile tugged his lips as he nodded. "That's all I'm asking."
I spat out the toothpaste in my mouth and looked at Edward in the mirror. "I said I would try to forgive him." I pressed a cold hand to my forehead. "Why do I have to be the one to go to his house? Shouldn't he be the one coming here to prove that he's trying to be my father?"
"Oh, so you do acknowledge the fact that he's your father and not just some guy who showed up for your mom's funeral?" Edward smirked, folding his hand against his chest and looking at me.
I glared at his reflection in the mirror. "He is still some guy who showed up for my mom's funeral. He's still Chief Swan."
"For now," Edward replied, removing what I could only assume was dirt from his nails. "Besides, he is going to help us get you out of that devil's contract and finally out of that hellhole.
Meeting his wife and daughter is a small price to pay."
"Doesn't change the fact that I hate that woman," I said, rinsing my toothbrush.
"Come on, sweets, you don't even know her."
"I know that she likes wearing sunglasses even when there's not much sun."
Edward closed the distance between us, encircling his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulders. "It's just dinner," he kissed my shoulder.
"How hard could it be?"
"Easy for you to say," I said, closing my eyes as his mouth planted kisses on the curve of my neck.
"I'll be right with you, holding your hand. Besides it can't be worse than any of my family dinners," he whispered.
"Dear lord, nothing can be fucking worse than Esme," I chuckled. "She's going to shit a brick once she finds out we're back together."
"She'll get over it because you're not going anywhere."
Before I could blink or say another word, Edward swiveled me to face him and carried me, placing my ass on the edge of the sink and wrapping my legs around his waist. I gasped in surprise as his mouth kissed my collarbone and my chest. He slid the straps of my night gown down my arms to expose my breasts. His finger brushed my nipple, springing it to life before dipping his head to it.
Wet and hot, his tongue licked circles around my nipple. I moaned when I felt his teeth graze against it, and my hands dug into his hair as he ravished it delightfully with his mouth. The nightgown I was wearing, now sagged down and rested on my hips, leaving my breasts at his mercy.
Tightening his hands on my waist, Edward pulled me fiercely against him, crushing my breasts to his chest, and kissed me. I curled my hands around his neck as his tongue delved deeper into my mouth, colliding with my tongue in a delicious dance.
He moaned into my mouth and rubbed his erection against my center. The friction created a sensation that felt like I had butterflies in my stomach.
"Perhaps, we should skip dinner and just have sex. This is so much better," I said. He encircled my legs around his waist and carried me toward the bed.
"We'll have a quickie," Edward smiled, removing the buckle of his jeans, and then quickly sliding my underwear down my legs.
An hour and thirty minutes later, we arrived at the apartment Charlie was staying at. I combed my hair with my fingers and wiped away the lipstick that was smudged on Edward's face before knocking on the door.
"Bella, I'm so glad to see you," Charlie swung the door open with an enthusiastic smile on his face that was covered halfway by his mustache.
"Uh, yeah," I bit my lip, not knowing what to say.
"Edward," he nodded and Edward replied with a nod.
A few awkward seconds passed by before he ushered me and Edward inside. The apartment was nice and cozy. It had two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room and a small place that I guess could pass as a dining room.
The entire apartment smelt of the food his wife –Elizabeth– was cooking in the kitchen. A small girl, who had the same color as me, ran toward Charlie, holding a door and demanding his attention by tugging on his pants as he took us to the living room.
"This is Emily," he carried her up and turned her shy face to meet mine. "Emily, this is your sister, Bella,"
It took me a few seconds for me to snap out of my daze and talk to her. I was struck by her familiar features. She looked so much like Charlie, but she had these pair of deep blue eyes that chilled me to the bone. She looked so beautiful for a six year old girl.
"Hi Emily," I said, smiling at her. "You are so pretty," I complimented and she responded in true Swan fashion by blushing and hiding her face in Charlie's neck. "She is so cute," my smile expanded at her display of shyness.
The sound of a throat clearing caused me to remove my eyes from the innocent beauty and gaze at her mother. Mrs. Elizabeth Swan stood by the kitchen door in a modest blue dress that fell to her knees. She didn't even smile.
So much for making a good first impression, I thought sarcastically.
Charlie put Emily down and moved to his wife's side. I felt like I was betraying my mother as I stood in their presence. He had a whole different family, and it was a bit overwhelming meeting both members of it. I felt like I was out of place.
"Bella, I would like you to meet Elizabeth. Elizabeth, this is Bella, my daughter, Bella," Charlie said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Hello Bella," the rigid woman with an expression that could not construct the slightest sign of a smile said. "Welcome to our home."
I knew that this was the moment where one was supposed to offer a compliment like "you have such a nice home," but instead, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. That was my payback for her lack of smile. How was I supposed to feel welcomed with the way she looked at me blankly?
We all settled down in the small dining room. Chairs scraped the floor as everyone took their seats. Edward sat beside me, as he had promised. Emily sat beside her mother and Charlie sat at the head of the table. The food was served and we all consumed it in silence.
The only noise that filled the silence was emitted from the clanking of cutleries on the ceramic plates and the thuds of glasses on the polished wooden table. My eyes drifted from my food to Edward's face, then to Charlie's direction as I picked up my glass of wine and chugged the whole liquid down my throat.
"So Bella," my head snapped to the direction of Elizabeth in shock. She, at the moment, was cutting a piece of steak with her fork and knife. Her gaze was planted on the food before her.
"Charlie tells me that you have an interesting job." Charlie shot her a glare.
Being already accustomed to mothers broaching my job with disgust, I reached for the bottle of red wine and answered. "Yes, but it's temporary. I believe I'll be getting out of it soon." I poured more wine into my glass.
"And Edward, what do you do?" Elizabeth's eyes flickered to Edward, who was about to stuff a spoonful of rice into his mouth.
"My brother and I are the owners of a company, Cullen Enterprises," Edward replied, after chewing.
Elizabeth nodded her head in appreciation, although no smile graced her lips. "So are you two planning on getting married?"
I almost choked, and I had to cough a few times to make sure the food didn't divert to my wind pipe at the question she asked.
Dinner quickly ended a few minutes after that, and I was grateful. Edward and I sat in the living room, across Charlie as we discussed matters of the brothel.
"So, this Aro guy, there's no other way we can get him to terminate the contract?" Charlie asked, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully.
"No, I don't think so." My fingers were intertwined with Edward's own as I leaned against his chest.
"Do you have any information on any other illegal activities he might have engaged in that we could use as our leverage?" Charlie pulled out a cigar from his pocket with a lighter.
Edward and I watched him in fascination as he lit it and took a slow drag, before exhaling circles of smoke. I smirked at Edward, knowing exactly where my smoking habits had come from.
"I know some information. But I think the biggest threat to him is the underage girl he brought into the brothel," I said.
Charlie leaned forward with interest. "Tell me more."
"He just brought her recently. Her name is Jane and she's seventeen," I said as Charlie took out a notepad and a pen and began to jot down.
I passed on to Charlie of all the information I had acquired about Jane. I told him some extra information on Aro's other illegal dealings before we called it a night. He said he would have to gather some acquaintances to see what they could do about Aro. Then he warned me that, in the meantime, I should stay away from the brothel. Since I had no intention of returning to that rotten place, I agreed. Besides I was sure Aro won't come after me during my mourning period. He had given two to three months to mourn, and that was enough time for Charlie to dig up whatever resources he needed to keep me from going back there.
"See, dinner wasn't so bad," Edward smiled, opening the door of the car for me to get in.
"Yes, Elizabeth and Esme might as well be fighting for being the most stuck-up mother," I teased, entering the car.
He walked to the other side of the car and got into the driver's seat. "I think I actually liked Elizabeth."
I gaped at him as he started the car. "She didn't even crack a fucking smile or, at least, pretend to. She hates me."
Edward rolled his eyes as he pulled out of the parking lot of the building. "She doesn't know you enough to hate you. And she smiled when we left."
"Exactly!" I said, turning to face the road and resting my arm against the armrest. "She smiled when she knew we were leaving. She seemed very interested in you though."
"No, she did not."
"Yes, she did. She didn't even look at me when she asked me about my job, but she looked at you when she asked you."
"I have a charm most people can't get enough of." He removed his eyes from the road for a second to flash me a wink.
"Charm my ass!" I huffed.
"My favorite question was the marriage question," he chuckled. "You should have seen your face. You looked like you wanted to throw up." I smiled. "I would have almost thought that you
didn't want to marry me."
"Well, I guess you'll never know what I thought."
"Miss Swan," Edward's body curved to my direction, leaning against his armrest with an amused expression. "Will you marry me?"
"Oh my God! Mr. Cullen, are you proposing to me in a fucking car?" I folded my arms and gasped, feigning disbelief.
"Are you saying yes?"
"I'm saying I'm in disbelief. And here, I thought you were such a romantic. I give you too much credit."
He laughed. "Perhaps I'll know what you thought when I propose to you properly."
"Thank God, you know," I smiled. "Besides, we don't want to give your mother a heart attack," I laughed.
When we got home, Alice and Jasper were in a cozy position on the couch watching a movie in the darkness. Jasper was sitting on the couch while Alice laid against him, swathed with blankets.
"What are you dumbasses watching?" Edward asked, snatching the remote from Jasper's hand.
"Hey, you asshole, didn't they teach you any manners?" Jasper retorted.
"Hey Bella." Alice's head popped up as I dropped to the chair that Edward was sitting on.
I grabbed the popcorn from the table and put a handful in my mouth. "What's up Alice? What are we watching?" I asked, settling against Edward's chest with my eyes on the TV.
"Jasper is making me watch the first Saw," she replied.
Edward pulled me into his arms and I kissed him, before turning my eyes to the television. Although, I still felt the hollowness that had been drilled in my heart by my mother's death, lying in Edward's arms and being surrounded by my friends, I felt somewhat content. And maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay.
Thank you for reading. Sorry for the long delay, I didn't think it would take that long. I apologize. Let me know what you think if you're still with me.
Thank you for reading. Sorry for the long delay, I didn't think it would take that long. I apologize. Let me know what you think if you're still with me.