What’s going on here?  I thought to myself, feeling unexpectedly violated.

Bella? Can you hear me!  The voice was excited, it seemed. Should I answer it? I wondered, careful to keep the thought to myself. 

Yes, I finally decided to myself and his voice. He sighed.

Thank God, Bella. I was beginning to think I was going crazy.

Me too, I agreed, feeling somewhat relieved. Then it finally began to sink in that I was talking to my Father through my mind.

What the heck is going on here! Is this real? How is it possible?

I don’t know, he replied, his voice depressed. I waited. He said nothing  and I sighed, frustrated.

Well, are you real? Not just a figment of my imagination? I heard laughing, and I could almost picture him sitting at our kitchen table, laughing at something riduculous I had just told him, his bushy mustache jumping up and down. I smiled at the joyful thought.

Yes, Bella. I am real. No, I have absolutely no idea how this is happening, I guess we’re just tuned to each other. I gasped. What? Honey, what is it? I had thought about this before. When I had the pain caused by Charlie. I thought maybe we knew each other more than we thought. For some reason, I could feel Charlie. Like I knew what his emotions were, what he was thinking. Maybe I had been right. Maybe we did get each other more than Father and Daughter.


Then another thought occurred to me. Even in this new state of life, we were blood father and daughter. Carlisle and Esme weren’t Edward’s (it hurt to even think his name) real parents. Just his adopted parents. But Charlie and I...

Yes, that would make sense! Charlie exclaimed, understanding my view. I grinned. If this was true, then we both had another power. I froze. If this was true, we could find them. I could simply listen to Charlie’s directions and then-

Absolutely not, Bella. 

What? Why not? I whined, feeling like a kid who isn’t allowed to have his candy before dinner. What was so wrong with the plan?

It’s too dangerous. I can’t let you do this.

But I would bring everyone with me! If we caught them by surprise, we could take them down and save you! I felt euphoric by the genius idea, but he didn’t budge.

No, Bella. 

Dad, come on, I insisted. I could slowly seeing the route to where they were hiding forming in his mind, and I scurried for a pen and paper. But as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished.

Dad!  This was unbelievable. It was almost like he didn’t want to be saved.

It’s not that Bella, I-it’s complicated. I heard a door slam loudly through his mind. Then he gasped and his breathing started to stand up. I knew something bad was happening.

Dad, what’s going on? Nothing. Dad!

Bella, I have to go. I can’t- I need to focus. They’ll see that we’re communicating. 

Wait, Dad! Just for another second. I could still sense him, though he was fading away fast. I blurted out the question without thinking.

Is he still alive? There was nothing coming to me, and I thought I had lost the connection. That, or Charlie still hated, I gulped, Edward, enough to not care if he survived. 


But then the word passed through his mind, as silent as a whisper, so small that it was hard to find.


The End

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