The Date

12.

Sometimes not everything goes out as we thought they would be. I took a deep breath and gazed at Dad. His stubborn frown was the same as mine. Mom crossed her arms over her c.h.e.s.t clearly exasperated with our attitude.

"At least, she's eating. That's a good start," she turned and picked up the empty bowl on my nightstand. "Thank you, Carlisle," she looked up at Grandpa who nodded with a smile. They exited with Dad lingering by the door.

"How long will this continue?" I called when he reached for the knob. His back tensed, yet he didn't face me. Dad, come on, I'm dying here, I shouted in my head. He sprung around so fast, his movement was only a blur.

"You should have thought about it before inviting a guy into our house when I precisely told you not to!" he hissed. The sound made me take a step back, my leg bumped into the edge of the bed. When he saw my fear, he quickly recomposed himself. The guilt that has been eating me those couple of days came rushing back. I lowered my eyes to the floor.

"I-I'm sorry," my voice broke. I heard his quick footsteps ran to me, I flinched when he took me in his arms, fearing he would crush me.

"I was dying seeing you in such pain," I meet his dark red eyes full of sorrow. They were almost completely black. There were so many emotions behind them, it was painful to dive into them.

"Dad—" I tried but didn't know what to add.

"I'm not stupid, but I don't like Jacob," his hissed. "Just thinking about allowing him back here makes me want to—" his arms tightened around me. I used all my strength to get away.

"Stop!" I gasped, he noticed and quickly let go. I glanced at him while rubbing my arms. Dad turned around and marched towards the exit, he paused as he reached it.

"I'll think about it—," he didn't look back. "Seriously," he then closed the door silently behind him.

"Jacob," I murmured gazing through the window overlooking the trees surrounding the house. "How I wished I knew what you were doing out there..."