Aro Volturi's Heart- My Hands

Chapter Eight

Chapter 8-
A/N Some people couldn't see chapter eight, so here's a repost.

Emmet ended up driving me to my house and promised to stay the night and watch over me.

I was terrified of Edward, and didn't want to sleep without protection. If he came into my house with the intent to kill me, I'd be dead in less than a second.

So Emmet, being the ever present hero, promised to be back after Charlie was asleep.

I watched Emmet run away in a flash before I unlocked the front door with my key. Charlie was at the table, and I saw a half finish bottle of whiskey on the table. That was never a good sign.

As soon as I shut the door behind me, his head shot up.

"So the bîtch finally comes home." He says, he voice slurred and eyes bloodshot. I rolled my eyes and didn't answer. No need to start a fight.

"You are 18? You turned 18 a few months ago. Consider this your three week warning, you need to find your own place to live in a week." I stared at Charlie in shock.

"You said three weeks?!" I exclaimed angrily. Àsshole is kicking me out before I finish high school?

"I changed my mind. Your a little slüt, playing with the Cullen boys. Go over and live with them, cūnt." I grit my teeth.

"Fine, I will. For the record, your an pathetic excuse for a father. Getting drunk and high because your lost your fučking job? Seriously? And your kicking me out? Fûck you. I'm out. Don't ever go near me again. Ašshole." I flipped him off and as soon as I turned around to walk up the steps, pack some things and get the fûck out, I felt his hand on my shoulder.

'The fučk he wants?

He shoved me down onto the bottom of the steps and I barely managed to catch myself.
"What the-" I started and then Charlie flipped me around and punched my stomach. I could feel the just beginning to heal bruises scream in protest and I screamed for Emmet. Loudly.

"Emmet! Emmet!" I screamed.

"Bitćh. You said you were with Edward. Now your a cheating little slût?" He asked cruelly and he slapped me. Hard.

"Mother fúcker!" I cursed and I punched his jaw so hard I could feel my knuckles bruising. My neck was aching and my entire body was on fire.

Is this what Charlie and I have been driven too? Fighting like animals? Dīckhead couldn't wait three fuckîng months?

"You fûcking-" He said, his spit flying in my face, he cigarette stained breath washing over me, making me woozy. But he stopped mid sentence and he was looking towards to doorway, which was hidden from my sight.

Charlie's face was drained of blood and he looked like a fish out of water as he gasped for breath.

I shoved Charlie off me and onto the floor and he didn't respond, but I saw blood on his jaw. He had a bruise forming and I was suddenly aware that my knuckles were aching.

But another creak of the floor reminded me I was not alone in the house with Charlie.

I prayed it wasn't Edward standing there at the door and with my fingers crossed tightly, I peeked from hallway and saw Emmet standing there is all his terrifying glory and I have never been happier to see a person in my entire life.