Disclaimer; I don't own twilight - it seems to own me! - I also don't own the lyrics for the song Baby come back.
A/N Well this idea came to me today - I like it so far but please tell me what you think and if I should keep going.
Baby come back
Spending all my nights, all my money going out on the town
Doing anything just to get you off of my mindBut when the morning comes,
i'm right back where I started again Trying to forget you is just a waste of time…
It had been six months, one week and three days since Edward left me when I finally realised he wasn't coming back. And when I say hit me - I mean it really hit me….. Okay well technically it was Charlie that hit me. But it was then I finally realised I was on my own - for good this time.
Looking back - I know he didn't mean to hurt me - Charlie that is…. Edward, hell I wouldn't be surprised if that bastard did it deliberately as one of my human experiences that were not to be missed out on. But Charlie never meant to hurt me - he problem was at the time I never realised how much I was hurting him, then it reached a point where he just snapped and then bang.
Next thing I knew I was in the hospital with a doctor at my side explaining that when Charlie hit me I had fallen and had hit my head badly. But luckily for me there had been no permanent damage - but I would have to take things easy for a while. I remember the look of surprise on his face when I asked where Charlie was. Then he explained that Charlie was in custody at the station for assaulting me and that I should seriously consider pressing charges. I told him he was talking crap.
It took be nearly a week for me to convince them that I didn't want to press charges and another few days before they finally released him from jail. As freaky as it may sound I still really loved the guy - he was my dad and over the past few months I'd put him through hell. It wasn't his fault - it was mine.
Up to now I think I've lost count the number of times that we've apologised to each other for that day and in my case the last six months or so. But we even though we could take back the things we said we couldn't take back the things we did. Charlie lost his job as police chief and I'm failing school thanks to my virtually zero attendance rate.
It took nearly month after all this for us to be able to look each other in the eye again and on that day we made each other promise that we'd get over our shit and move on. A week later we both were making good to our word - I had been to school everyday for a week and he had called in a favour and gotten another job on the force - only this time as a deputy. We were really trying.
As of now, Its been eight months and four days since Edward left me and I've reached the point where I don't think about him so much now. I take strong sleeping pills at night time to keep the dreams away and through the day I have so much work to do for school I barely have time to think about anything else. I could function without him, without any of them - I was proving that, not just to me, but to my dad and to the rest of this town and I knew if I ever saw another Cullen again it would be too soon.