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I froze glancing at Carlisle in astonishment, unable to comprehend how he possibly could have found out. I had been careful the entire time that I was truant, making sure not to betray any sign of guilt as Carlisle left for work, nor when he returned home. Even at the bookstore, when I was sure I was going to be caught, I wasn't. There was no hitch in my performance and so I found no solution to my question.
"How did you know that I skipped school?" I finally asked, once I quickly composed myself from the shock.
"I ran into your friend Ronald at the hospital today." Carlisle said.
I immediately drew a blank at his statement. I had no friends and spoke little to anyone since we arrived here, so I didn't have the slightest idea to whom he was referring.
Seeming to sense my confusion, Carlisle explained further. "Ronald is one of your classmates, he's about five or six years old and said something about sharing an apple with you at recess."
"Oh." I said, realization dawning on me; knowing immediately who he was referring tothat little nuisance of a boy I had of met yesterday.
Ronald was the one who was intrigued with my mother's death and who had latched onto me like a leech; no matter how unresponsive I became he just didn't seem to grasp the fact that I wasn't in want or in need of his companionship. That aside, I still didn't realize what he had to do with Carlisle finding out about my truancy.
"He had complaints of a stomach ache, and while I was inspecting him he asked me why you weren't in school today."
I growled, unable to conceal my anger. "I swear if I ever see that menacing, bothersome little child again then I'll—"
"Edward, Ronald is not at fault here. Although, I have to admit it does bother me that I had to be told the truth by a six year old rather than my own son. But, what I'm more interested in hearing about is what your reason was for not attending school."
I remained mute, knowing my reason for skipping school sounded pretty pathetic to my ears let alone Carlisle's.
"Did something happen at the schoolhouse that you're not telling me about? Was your blood lust too hard to control? If that was it, then I understand the reason for your absence today. I told you to take as many precautions necessary, but I didn't mean not attending school. If you prefer, we could go hunting before school starts so—"
I shook my head "no", cutting Carlisle off.
"Then please, Edward, enlighten me; you seem to have forgotten that you're the mind reader not I." Carlisle said, frustrated with my lack of response.
"Yes, and that's precisely the problem." I murmured. "When I arrived at the schoolhouse, the student's thoughts overwhelmed me. I couldn't think or concentrate without the noise harassing me and so I thought that by skipping school I could get a break from the chaos and I would return once I learned how to better control my talent. Although, I realize things didn't turn out how I had planned. I never expected for you to find out." I smirked trying to lighten the mood; Carlisle's stern glare told me bluntly that he was not amused.
"Clearly your plan wasn't very well thought out. I was bound to find out about your truancy sooner or later. I have many flaws, Edward, but being dense is not one of them. And as for your excuse for skipping school, I understand your reason, no matter how wrongly it was executed."
"I am sorry that controlling your talent turned out to be more difficult than you had expected. I just wish you had come to me and told me of your problem instead of trying to cover it up. I want to help you, Edward, but I can't do that if you continue to hide things from me." The sincerity ringing in Carlisle's voice made me feel even guiltier than I already was.
"I'm sorry, Carlisle." I stated, desperately hoping that he would believe the truth in my apology. "I understand that you're hurt because I lied to you and I promise that from now on I'll come to you when I have a problem. I feel horrible for the lies I've told you and I promise not to repeat the same mistakes again."
He smiled softly; a saddened expression seemed to plague his face. "I know that you're sorry, Edward, but an apology will not diminish you behavior. You realize that you're going to be punished for you actions, don't you?" He asked as I slowly nodded my head, dreading the next few words Carlisle was going to say.
A swirl of scenarios pictured in my head. My piano being taken away to the secluded area of the attic, my shelves bare where my cherished books and journals had once resided. As I mulled over the possibilities of my punishment, I was barely aware that Carlisle had started talking once again. I fixed my gaze intently on him taking notice as he paced back and forth across the hardwood floor. I shifted uncomfortably; pacing was never a good sign of things to come.
I felt a surge of dread overcome me, as I automatically knew that my punishment was something to be feared.
"—I realize that I have been more of a friend to you than a father figure and so I apologize. It's about time that began to fulfill the obligations of a Father—he must take care of his son. And, given the circumstances, much thought I have decided that I am going to punish you the same exact way my Father punished me."
I waited with baited breath to hear my sentence, from the little that Carlisle had told me I had gathered that his Father was a ruthless intolerant man whom he openly despised. His father had killed numerous innocent men and women once he claimed them residents of the supernatural. Carlisle's calm nature and passivism was a disappointment to the elder Cullen and so he punished Carlisle rather severely for his shortcomings.
Carlisle often told me that he strived to be a better man than his Father was and so it puzzled me why he would resort to his medieval tactics to punish me.
Suddenly a new image of scenarios began to evade my mind, and they weren't as trifle as the former ones. Instead of my piano being taken away and stored in the attic it was now an image of me being put in a secluded area, miles away from any source of interaction my throat burning from being denied feeding. Another image was of Carlisle lighting a match as he set it aflame on each of my fingers one by one as I howled out in pain when the flames set against my skin, the burning was worse than the transformation itself.
I shuddered shaking the horrid thoughts out my mind quickly chastising myself as I knew that Carlisle would never do that. After bringing myself back to reality I snuck a glance at Carlisle who was staring at me, a frustrated expression on his face. "Have you been listening to one word I've said?"
"No, Sir, I'm sorry, Sir." I responded quickly, for fear of angering him any further. His eyebrows rose at my unusual address, but Carlisle sighed and ran his fingers through his hair letting it go.
The poor boy looks as if I'm going to kill him, Carlisle thought.Better to just get this over with.
"Since you weren't paying attention the first time, I guess I'll have to repeat myself again." He said a hint of annoyance in his voice. "For your punishment, I have decided to give you a spanking."
"What?" I asked in disbelief. A spanking was the punishment that I had so fearfully dreaded?
Even though I had perfect aid I had hoped I had somehow heard him wrong. "Carlisle, please tell me you're joking?" I cried looking for a sign of jest, but his face was a mask of all seriousness. I struggled to find my voice to make him see reason. "I'm seventeen years old, Carlisle, nearly an adult. I'm way too old to be chastised like a child!" I yelled, fury building up inside my chest it only ignited when Carlisle calmly asked."Then what type of punishment do you request I administer?"
"One that isn't used to punish a child," I replied stubbornly, wishing that Carlisle would resort to the medieval tactics that I had imagined. I would heal from those punishments, but from a spanking, I could never repair my wounded pride.
"Edward, you are being irrational. Have you never been spanked before?"Although that would explain his behavior Carlisle mused.Spare the rod and spoil the child as the saying goes.
"Yes. Carlisle, I have been spanked before!" I yelled, "When I was a child." I said stressing the last part.
"And when you were a child," Carlisle began amused, "What would you do that would merit a spanking in your household?" He asked.
I sighed and rolled my eyes at his ridiculous question. "I don't know, the usual things children get in trouble for: being rude or disrespectful to my mother, showing up late to my piano lessons, not completing my chores…those sorts of things."
"And who would administer the punishment? You're Mother or your Father?" I groaned, already tired of the never ending questions. "My mother," I answered automatically. "Father was always away on business trips so I rarely saw him. If I disobeyed or did something to upset my mother she didn't hesitate to put me over her knee." I winced remembering the numerous occasions that she did.
"But my father did strap me a couple of times, and they were the worst I've ever gotten." I admitted shyly.
One of the most memorable recollections of my human father was when I had gotten into a fight with my mother over at the dinner table. My mother had expressed her concern for my fascination with joining the war and I replied that it was none of her damn business how I lived my life and to leave me alone. I then began to let out a string of insults which left her in tears, needless to say when my father came home I felt the wrath of his anger and the sting of his belt on my backside. He exited the room without as much as a word in consolation. I sobbed all throughout the night. The emotional pain hurt far worse than the physical pain.
"And what do you suppose your father would have done had he been in my shoes and you had skipped school?" Carlisle asked.
I sighed, already knowing the answer. "He would have done exactly what you're going to do." I murmured.
"That's precisely what I think too." He said before sitting down on the couch, patting his knee in invitation. "Come now, Edward, there's no point in delaying this, believe me I want this over with just as much as you do."
I eyed him warily, determined not to take a single step toward him, I took a step back and then I ran in the other direction straight up the stairs heading towards my room.
I was fast, but Carlisle was faster.
He seized my shoulder turning me around so fast I didn't even know what was happening, then grabbing me by the upper arm he half dragged me down the stairs.
"After spending all day working with children I hadn't expected that I would have to come home and deal with one." Carlisle exclaimed angrily, through his mind I saw flashes of him in a room full of toddlers and screaming parents, babies clinging onto him and one of them regurgitating all over his favorite shirt.
I busted out laughing unable to control myself. "Oh my god, Carlisle—" I choked off my exclamation as a fit of laughter overcame me.
"Edward, I suggest you compose yourself quickly. There is nothing funny about the situation your in."
I wiped the smile off my face and did my best to hide the ever present grin that appeared at the thought at Carlisle babysitting. I took a deep breath to steady myself and put on a stoic expression.
"Okay, I'm sorry, Carlisle. That was rude of me to laugh at you. I apologize." I said staring up at the angry faced Carlisle whose pride was hurt with me making a mockery of him.
"Apology accepted." He said stiffly, before getting back to the matter at hands. "Strip." He ordered.
"What? Carlisle, I'm sorry for laughing at you, but please don't embarrass me anymore then you already will." I plead.
"Edward, I, more than anyone else, do not want to see you without your trousers on, but it's necessary for your punishment—"
"But does it have to be bare?" I asked whining.
"Yes, Edward, now stop stalling. I've had enough of this. I know you might find this hard to believe, but I want to get this over with just as much as you do. I do not take satisfaction in having to spank you, in fact I loathe the idea of it but it is something that has to be done.
I glared at him, having no more fight left in me I quickly undid the button to my pants and slipped them off, folding them ever so slowly and even smoothing away all the wrinkles in the pants before gently placing them across the arm of the couch.
Now standing in nothing but my buttoned down shirt and my underwear I cast a pleading look at Carlisle praying that he would allow me this one article of clothing left.
"—Edward, enough," He said cutting off my plea.
I sighed, swallowing down my pride as I bent down to remove my undergarment and shielded my front from Carlisle to the best of my ability. I positioned myself over Carlisle's lap shutting my eyes tightly bracing myself for the swarm of attacking slaps that were to come, but Carlisle's palm rested on my back rubbing soothing circles to calm my nerves.
"I know that you're scared, but believe me I am not going to punish you any more than necessary—it'll be over quicker than you realize." Carlisle assured me, although his words had little comfort.
"That being said, you are here for a reason, Edward."
At those words being said, a sharp swat landed across my backside. I gasped and jumped forward at the sting before I could even recover myself another smack and then a rally of others continued rain down onto my exposed backside.
"I will not tolerate you lying to me." Carlisle said. "You have lied to me on numerous occasions these past few days and I am tired of it. I have to be able to trust you, Edward, and by lying to me you have broken that trust.'"
I gritted my teeth and remained quiet, telling myself to take it like a man. I would not cry or give any indication that I was in pain.
"I understand that there are some difficulties that come with your talent and I'm upset that you lied to me about your dilemma. If you had told me about your problem before, instead of trying to hide it up than I could have helped you. I am not a tyrant, Edward, and if you had talked to me then we could had come up with some arrangement, skipping school is an unhealthy habit I don't want you to fall into."
I don't think I will ever need a reminder on why not to skip school after this. I thought as I bit my lip forcing away a whimper that threatened to escape. After each reoccurring blow I found it nearly impossible to retain myself from expressing my pain.
"Carlisle, please stop." I begged, forgetting my resolute to remain quiet throughout the spanking. I wriggled and squirmed doing everything possible to reach out of his grasp but all of my attempts to escape proved futile.
My hands reached back to cover my backside in attempt to stop him but Carlisle simply held me in place, pinning my arms to my back with one hand and administered smack after smack onto my backside with the other.
A sharp swat landed on the under curve of my backside and I howled out in pain surprised with just how much it stung.
"Owww damn you, Carlisle." I muttered under my breath not caring in the least that he had heard me.
"Watch your language, Edward." He reprimanded me, striking me in the painful area once more.
"Please stop, no more." I begged, unable form coherent sentences since my mind was focusing only on the pain from the spanking, but he continued on refusing to acknowledge my plea.
"Why are you receiving this punishment, Edward?" Carlisle asked.
"Because I lied to you and I skipped school." I replied, saying whatever was necessary to get me out of this.
"That's right and from now on I never want to hear of you skipping school ever again. The reason why I decided to enroll you in school was not because I wanted to punish you, but because I wanted for you to learn and get a change of environment. Although, I'm sorry that your first day didn't go as you hoped it would I'm saddened that you gave up so quickly and decided to avoid the problem altogether by not returning to school.
"I understand that because of the Influenza your education in your human years was put on hold due to your hospitalization, but as long as you're living with me you will go to school. Is that clear?"
Amidst the spanking I managed to sob out a 'yes'. I was openly sobbing now, not bothering in the least to pent up any of my emotions. I murmured over and over again that I was sorry, wishing that my punishment was over.
"I know that you're sorry, Edward." Carlisle said gently. "And I hope that you'll learn from the mistakes you've made and not repeat them again."
It took me a moment to realize that the spanking was over as I began to murmur out an apology Carlisle did something I hadn't expected. He pulled me into a hug.
"I'm sorry I had to do that, Son."
I held back a sob that rose in my throat. "I'm sorry too, Carlisle." I said meaning every word of it. Carlisle smirked and looked down at the pile of clothes he had stepped in. "I'll leave you to get dressed then." He said sheepishly as I looked away embarrassed. "I'll be in my room if you need me." He said and then he was gone.
Once alone I carefully slid back on my clothes, wincing at the sting. I knew that my backside would defiantly be sore for the next few days to come. I glanced around the room not sure on what to do next. As a human after a spanking I was sent to my room directly after to 'think about what I had done' but I knew that there would be no such case here.
Unresolved I retired to my room and sat down at my piano bench and began to play out the composition I had written out. My hands caressed the piano keys letting out a beautiful but haunting melody. I paused as my right hand wavered over the broken key I had destroyed the other day, I pressed down on it expecting the dull thud but instead I a heard high chime.
Carlisle has fixed my piano.
I turned and saw a textbook explaining how to repair a broken piano laid on top of my desk I smiled and got out of my chair, heading toward Carlisle's room to thank him.
I stood in front of his room. The door was ajar and so I peeked inside not wanting to disturb him if he was busy. Carlisle was sitting at his desk with a book placed in his lap. His bedroom fairly resembled an office seeing as there was not one scrap of furniture placed in it besides his numerous bookshelves and a desk.
He was not reading his book though and a troubled expression plagued his face. I searched through his thoughts wondering what was bothering him.
How could I have done that? Carlisle's thoughts were panicked, a flurry of question buzzed throughout his mind. What if he never forgives me? I'm sure that Edward will hate me from now on—
"Carlisle, I don't hate you." I said scoffing at the idea. He looked up from his desk, surprised to see me.
"Eavesdropping?" He asked a disapproving grin on his face.
I smiled and made my way inside the room. "I couldn't help but overhear." I replied. Still seeing that there was something bothering him I decided to pry.
"Carlisle, are you alright?"
"I'm fine really, just having some conflicting thoughts; that's all." He answered. I nodded my head waiting for him to explain further. "Is something bothering you?" I asked not used to seeing my coven leader in such a state.
"I don't want to be like my Father." Carlisle said slowly. "I have shared with you most of my human memories as a child and as I recall they weren't pleasant and disciplining you brought back some memories I had rather of forgotten." He admitted sheepishly.
"But you are nothing like him, Carlisle." I reassured him.
He smiled. "Thank you, Edward, that's nice to hear but I do hope that you understand the reason why I punished you and why I felt the need to do it."
I nodded my head. "As you said earlier, my Father would have done the exact same thing."
"That's true, but please believe me when I say, this I am in no way shape or from trying to replace your Father—"
"Carlisle, I already consider you do be a sort of a father figure to me." I said cutting him off, realizing that my words should have been spoken a long time ago. I automatically felt guilty; all the times that he had called me 'Son' I had called him nothing but by his given name for these past two years.
I realize that it must have hurt him to some degree and that a more parental endearment would have probably made him feel better that I thought of him more as a Father rather than a coven leader.
"You're more like my father then my biological one ever was. He wasn't the most affectionate man in the world and was always away on business trips or too busy with work to spend time with me. I'm proud to have you as my father, Carlisle, although I have to admit I'm a pitiful excuse for a son. I'm sorry that I've ignored you and I'd like it if we did more stuff together. We could try that baseball thing you we're telling me about."
"I'd like that." Carlisle replied, not able to wipe away the grin that way on his face.
I glanced out the window noticing that it was later then I thought it was. "I'm sorry I've kept you so long. You probably have paperwork or something to finish."
"You're right." Carlisle said shuffling around in his drawers looking for his files. I sat up heading towards the door but then turned around remembering why I came here in the first place.
"Oh and thank you for fixing my piano that was very nice of you."
"No problem at all."
"And I have one more question to ask. Who is that Nellie girl and do you like her?" I asked, amused at the way Carlisle's eyes widened at my accusation. "No, Edward, she's just a friend." He stammered.
"Sure, Carlisle," I replied a bit skeptical of his too quick answer.
Carlisle chuckled and resumed his paperwork. "Goodnight, Edward."
"Goodnight, Father." I said quietly before slipping out the room I didn't have to see him to know that there was a smile on his face. I was glad that I had skipped school, even though I had gotten spanked and chastised by Carlisle it had eventually brought us closer together and to me it was all worth it.
AND SO THAT IS THE END OF CHAPTER NUMBER FOUR. AND AGAIN I APOLOGIZE FOR THE EXTREMELY LONG WAIT IT TOOK FOR ME TO UPDATE. BUT I HOPE YOU'LL FORGIVE ME. I PLANNING ON ADDING AN EPILOGUE TO THIS STORY IF YOU GUYS WANT OR I MAY JUST LEAVE IT HERE. ANYWHO I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT PLEASE REVIEW!