The Twilight Saga Collection

by Stephenie Meyer

“I forgot,” I admitted.

  He frowned. “You forgot that someone gave you plane tickets?”

  “Mmm,” I murmured vaguely, and turned back to the sink.

  “I noticed that you said they’re about to expire, Edward,” Charlie went on. “How many tickets did your parents give her?”

  “Just one for her . . . and one for me.”

  The plate I dropped this time landed in the sink, so it didn’t make as much noise. I could easily hear the sharp huff as my father exhaled. The blood rushed into my face, fueled by irritation and chagrin. Why was Edward doing this? I glared at the bubbles in the sink, panicking.

  “That’s out of the question!” Charlie was abruptly in a rage, shouting the words.

  “Why?” Edward asked, his voice saturated with innocent surprise. “You just said it was a good idea for her to see her mother.”

  Charlie ignored him. “You’re not going anywhere with him, young lady!” he yelled. I spun around and he was jabbing a finger at me.

  Anger pulsed through me automatically, an instinctive reaction to his tone.

  “I’m not a child, Dad. And I’m not grounded anymore, remember?”

  “Oh yes, you are. Starting now.”

  “For what?!”

  “Because I said so.”

  “Do I need to remind you that I’m a legal adult, Charlie?”

  “This is my house — you follow my rules!”

  My glare turned icy. “If that’s how you want it. Do you want me to move out tonight? Or can I have a few days to pack?”

  Charlie’s face went bright red. I instantly felt horrible for playing the move-out card.

  I took a deep breath and tried to make my tone more reasonable. “I’ll do my time without complaining when I’ve done something wrong, Dad, but I’m not going to put up with your prejudices.”

  He sputtered, but managed nothing coherent.

  “Now, I know that you know that I have every right to see Mom for the weekend. You can’t honestly tell me you’d object to the plan if I was going with Alice or Angela.”

  “Girls,” he grunted, with a nod.

  “Would it bother you if I took Jacob?”

  I’d only picked the name because I knew of my father’s preference for Jacob, but I quickly wished I hadn’t; Edward’s teeth clenched together with an audible snap.

  My father struggled to compose himself before he answered. “Yes,” he said in an unconvincing voice. “That would bother me.”

  “You’re a rotten liar, Dad.”

  “Bella —”

  “It’s not like I’m headed off to Vegas to be a showgirl or anything. I’m going to see Mom,” I reminded him. “She’s just as much my parental authority as you are.”

  He threw me a withering look.

  “Are you implying something about Mom’s ability to look after me?”

  Charlie flinched at the threat implicit in my question.

  “You’d better hope I don’t mention this to her,” I said.

  “You’d better not,” he warned. “I’m not happy about this, Bella.”

  “There’s no reason for you to be upset.”

  He rolled his eyes, but I could tell the storm was over.

  I turned to pull the plug out of the sink. “So my homework is done, your dinner is done, the dishes are done, and I’m not grounded. I’m going out. I’ll be back before ten-thirty.”

  “Where are you going?” His face, almost back to normal, flushed light red again.

  “I’m not sure,” I admitted. “I’ll keep it within a ten-mile radius, though. Okay?”

  He grunted something that did not sound like approval, and stalked out of the room. Naturally, as soon as I’d won the fight, I began to feel guilty.

  “We’re going out?” Edward asked, his voice low but enthusiastic.

  I turned to glower at him. “Yes. I think I’d like to speak to you alone.”

  He didn’t look as apprehensive as I thought he should.

  I waited to begin until we were safely in his car.

  “What was that?” I demanded.

  “I know you want to see your mother, Bella — you’ve been talking about her in your sleep. Worrying actually.”

  “I have?”

  He nodded. “But, clearly, you were too much of a coward to deal with Charlie, so I interceded on your behalf.”

  “Interceded? You threw me to the sharks!”

  He rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you were in any danger.”

  “I told you I didn’t want to fight with Charlie.”

  “Nobody said that you had to.”

  I glowered at him. “I can’t help myself when he gets all bossy like that — my natural teenage instincts overpower me.”

  He chuckled. “Well, that’s not my fault.”

  I stared at him, speculating. He didn’t seem to notice. His face was serene as he gazed out the windshield. Something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Or maybe it was just my imagination again, running wild like it had this afternoon.

  “Does this sudden urge to see Florida have anything to do with the party at Billy’s place?”

  His jaw flexed. “Nothing at all. It wouldn’t matter if you were here or on the other side of the world, you still wouldn’t be going.”

  It was just like with Charlie before — just like being treated as a misbehaving child. I gritted my teeth together so I wouldn’t start shouting. I didn’t want to fight with Edward, too.

  Edward sighed, and when he spoke his voice was warm and velvet again. “So what do you want to do tonight?” he asked.

  “Can we go to your house? I haven’t seen Esme in so long.”

  He smiled. “She’ll like that. Especially when she hears what we’re doing this weekend.”

  I groaned in defeat.

  We didn’t stay out late, as I’d promised. I was not surprised to see the lights still on when we pulled up in front of the house — I knew Charlie would be waiting to yell at me some more.

  “You’d better not come inside,” I said. “It will only make things worse.”

  “His thoughts are relatively calm,” Edward teased. His expression made me wonder if there was some additional joke I was missing. The corners of his mouth twitched, fighting a smile.

  “I’ll see you later,” I muttered glumly.

  He laughed and kissed the top of my head. “I’ll be back when Charlie’s snoring.”

  The TV was loud when I got inside. I briefly considered trying to sneak past him.

  “Could you come in here, Bella?” Charlie called, sinking that plan.

  My feet dragged as I took the five necessary steps.

  “What’s up, Dad?”

  “Did you have a nice time tonight?” he asked. He seemed ill at ease. I looked for hidden meanings in his words before I answered.

  “Yes,” I said hesitantly.

  “What did you do?”

  I shrugged. “Hung out with Alice and Jasper. Edward beat Alice at chess, and then I played Jasper. He buried me.”

  I smiled. Edward and Alice playing chess was one of the funniest things I’d ever seen. They’d sat there nearly motionless, staring at the board, while Alice foresaw the moves he would make and he picked the moves she would make in return out of her head. They played most of the game in their minds; I think they’d each moved two pawns when Alice suddenly flicked her king over and surrendered. It took all of three minutes.

  Charlie hit the mute button — an unusual action.

  “Look, there’s something I need to say.” He frowned, looking very uncomfortable.

  I sat still, waiting. He met my gaze for a second before shifting his eyes to the floor. He didn’t say anything more.

  “What is it, Dad?”

  He sighed. “I’m not good at this kind of thing. I don’t know how to start. . . .”

  I waited again.

  “Okay, Bella. Here’s the thing.” He got up from the couch and started pacing back and forth across the room,
looking as his feet all the time. “You and Edward seem pretty serious, and there are some things that you need to be careful about. I know you’re an adult now, but you’re still young, Bella, and there are a lot of important things you need to know when you . . . well, when you’re physically involved with —”

  “Oh, please, please no!” I begged, jumping to my feet. “Please tell me you are not trying to have a sex talk with me, Charlie.”

  He glared at the floor. “I am your father. I have responsibilities. Remember, I’m just as embarrassed as you are.”

  “I don’t think that’s humanly possible. Anyway, Mom beat you to the punch about ten years ago. You’re off the hook.”

  “Ten years ago you didn’t have a boyfriend,” he muttered unwillingly. I could tell he was battling with his desire to drop the subject. We were both standing up, looking at the floor, and facing away from each other.

  “I don’t think the essentials have changed that much,” I mumbled, and my face had to be as red as his. This was beyond the seventh circle of Hades; even worse was realizing that Edward had known this was coming. No wonder he’d seemed so smug in the car.

  “Just tell me that you two are being responsible,” Charlie pled, obviously wishing a pit would open in the floor so that he could fall in.

  “Don’t worry about it, Dad, it’s not like that.”

  “Not that I don’t trust you, Bella, but I know you don’t want to tell me anything about this, and you know I don’t really want to hear it. I will try to be open-minded, though. I know the times have changed.”

  I laughed awkwardly. “Maybe the times have, but Edward is very old-fashioned. You have nothing to worry about.”

  Charlie sighed. “Sure he is,” he muttered.

  “Ugh!” I groaned. “I really wish you were not forcing me to say this out loud, Dad. Really. But . . . I am a . . . virgin, and I have no immediate plans to change that status.”

  We both cringed, but then Charlie’s face smoothed out. He seemed to believe me.

  “Can I go to bed, now? Please.”

  “In a minute,” he said.

  “Aw, please, Dad? I’m begging you.”

  “The embarrassing part’s over, I promise,” he assured me.

  I shot a glance at him, and was grateful to see that he looked more relaxed, that his face was back to its regular color. He sank down onto the sofa, sighing with relief that he was past the sex speech.

  “What now?”

  “I just wanted to know how the balance thing is coming along.”

  “Oh. Good, I guess. I made plans with Angela today. I’m going to help her with her graduation announcements. Just us girls.”

  “That’s nice. And what about Jake?”

  I sighed. “I haven’t figured that one out yet, Dad.”

  “Keep trying, Bella. I know you’ll do the right thing. You’re a good person.”

  Nice. So if I didn’t figure out some way to make things right with Jacob, then I was a bad person? That was below the belt.

  “Sure, sure,” I agreed. The automatic response almost made me smile — it was something I’d picked up from Jacob. I even said it in the same patronizing tone he used with his own father.

  Charlie grinned and turned the sound back on. He slumped lower into the cushions, pleased with his night’s work. I could tell he would be up with the game for a while.

  “’Night, Bells.”

  “See you in the morning!” I sprinted for the stairs.

  Edward was long gone and he wouldn’t be back until Charlie was asleep — he was probably out hunting or something to pass the time — so I was in no hurry to undress for bed. I wasn’t in the mood to be alone, but I certainly wasn’t going to go back downstairs to hang out with my Dad, just in case he thought of some topic of sex education that he hadn’t touched on before; I shuddered.

  So, thanks to Charlie, I was wound up and anxious. My homework was done and I didn’t feel mellow enough for reading or just listening to music. I considered calling Renée with the news of my visit, but then I realized that it was three hours later in Florida, and she would be asleep.

  I could call Angela, I supposed.

  But suddenly I knew that it wasn’t Angela that I wanted to talk to. That I needed to talk to.

  I stared at the blank black window, biting my lip. I don’t know how long I stood there weighing the pros against the cons — doing the right thing by Jacob, seeing my closest friend again, being a good person, versus making Edward furious with me. Ten minutes maybe. Long enough to decide that the pros were valid while the cons were not. Edward was only concerned about my safety, and I knew that there was really no problem on that count.

  The phone wasn’t any help; Jacob had refused to answer my phone calls since Edward’s return. Besides, I needed to see him — see him smiling again the way he used to. I needed to replace that awful last memory of his face warped and twisted by pain if I was ever going to have any peace of mind.

  I had an hour probably. I could make a quick run down to La Push and be back before Edward realized I had gone. It was past my curfew, but would Charlie really care about that when Edward wasn’t involved? One way to find out.

  I grabbed my jacket and shoved my arms through the sleeves as I ran down the stairs.

  Charlie looked up from the game, instantly suspicious.

  “You care if I go see Jake tonight?” I asked breathlessly. “I won’t stay long.”

  As soon as I said Jake’s name, Charlie’s expression relaxed into a smug smile. He didn’t seem surprised at all that his lecture had taken effect so quickly. “Sure, kid. No problem. Stay as long as you like.”

  “Thanks, Dad,” I said as I darted out the door.

  Like any fugitive, I couldn’t help looking over my shoulder a few times while I jogged to my truck, but the night was so black that there really was no point. I had to feel my way along the side of the truck to the handle.

  My eyes were just beginning to adjust as I shoved my keys in the ignition. I twisted them hard to the left, but instead of roaring deafeningly to life, the engine just clicked. I tried it again with the same results.

  And then a small motion in my peripheral vision made me jump.

  “Gah!” I gasped in shock when I saw that I was not alone in the cab.

  Edward sat very still, a faint bright spot in the darkness, only his hands moving as he turned a mysterious black object around and around. He stared at the object as he spoke.

  “Alice called,” he murmured.

  Alice! Damn. I’d forgotten to account for her in my plans. He must have her watching me.

  “She got nervous when your future rather abruptly disappeared five minutes ago.”

  My eyes, already wide with surprise, popped wider.

  “Because she can’t see the wolves, you know,” he explained in the same low murmur. “Had you forgotten that? When you decide to mingle your fate with theirs, you disappear, too. You couldn’t know that part, I realize that. But can you understand why that might make me a little . . . anxious? Alice saw you disappear, and she couldn’t even tell if you’d come home or not. Your future got lost, just like theirs.

  “We’re not sure why this is. Some natural defense they’re born with?” He spoke as if he were talking to himself now, still looking at the piece of my truck’s engine as he twirled it in his hands. “That doesn’t seem entirely likely, since I haven’t had any trouble reading their thoughts. The Blacks’ at least. Carlisle theorizes that it’s because their lives are so ruled by their transformations. It’s more an involuntary reaction than a decision. Utterly unpredictable, and it changes everything about them. In that instant when they shift from one form to the other, they don’t really even exist. The future can’t hold them. . . .”

  I listened to his musing in stony silence.

  “I’ll put your car back together in time for school, in case you’d like to drive yourself,” he assured me after a minute.

  With my lips mashed together
, I retrieved my keys and stiffly climbed out of the truck.

  “Shut your window if you want me to stay away tonight. I’ll understand,” he whispered just before I slammed the door.

  I stomped into the house, slamming that door, too.

  “What’s wrong?” Charlie demanded from the couch.

  “Truck won’t start,” I growled.

  “Want me to look at it?”

  “No. I’ll try it in the morning.”

  “Want to use my car?”

  I wasn’t supposed to drive his police cruiser. Charlie must be really desperate to get me to La Push. Nearly as desperate as I was.

  “No. I’m tired,” I grumbled. “’Night.”

  I stamped my way up the stairs, and went straight to my window. I shoved the metal frame roughly — it crashed shut and the glass trembled.

  I stared at the shivering black glass for a long moment, until it was still. Then I sighed, and opened the window as wide as it would go.

  3. MOTIVES

  THE SUN WAS SO DEEPLY BURIED BEHIND THE CLOUDS that there was no way to tell if it had set or not. After the long flight — chasing the sun westward so that it seemed unmoving in the sky — it was especially disorienting; time seemed oddly variable. It took me by surprise when the forest gave way to the first buildings, signaling that we were nearly home.

  “You’ve been very quiet,” Edward observed. “Did the plane make you sick?”

  “No, I’m okay.”

  “Are you sad to leave?”

  “More relieved than sad, I think.”

  He raised one eyebrow at me. I knew it was useless and — much as I hated to admit it — unnecessary to ask him to keep his eyes on the road.

  “Renée is so much more . . . perceptive than Charlie in some ways. It was making me jumpy.”

  Edward laughed. “Your mother has a very interesting mind. Almost childlike, but very insightful. She sees things differently than other people.”

  Insightful. It was a good description of my mother — when she was paying attention. Most of the time Renée was so bewildered by her own life that she didn’t notice much else. But this weekend she’d been paying plenty of attention to me.

  Phil was busy — the high school baseball team he coached was in the playoffs — and being alone with Edward and me had only sharpened Renée’s focus. As soon as the hugs and squeals of delight were out of the way, Renée began to watch. And as she’d watched, her wide blue eyes had become first confused and then concerned.