A.N: Another dabble but with a completely different angle. Father-Daughter interaction with more drama and added suspense of the unknown mother, who will turn up sooner or later. I'm sure some of us can relate, apart from the famous father ;]

Awaiting your reviews,

assonance-asphyxiation

Chapter One

Instead of out partying in the dead of night like any other sixteen-year-old, here I sat on the lush black leather sofa flicking through a magazine with a picture of my father on the front cover.

All the lights in the house had been swtiched off except for the solitary halogen lamp on the wooden table in the corner beside me. I turned a few more pages half-heartedly, reading about how to apply make-up according to the seasons before I finally gave up and flung the magazine across the room, where it landed with a thud in the dense darkness.

I rested my head on the soft, deep red cushion and let my legs splay on the rest of the couch while I closed my eyes so unconsciousness could take over. However, sleep evaded me; I tossed and turned in the limited space, counted sheep, and even tried to solve a calculus eqation in my head, but to no avail - I was wide awake. A small part of me regretted pushing Beth out to enjoy her time with her boyfriend Seth, because I was slightly afraid of sleeping in my bedroom, which was upstairs, detached from the main place of activity in our house. That insignificant part was majorly overcome by the fact that I wanted my nanny-aunt to enjoy her life, and not be pulled down by my sour mood.

Beth was in her mid-twenties, with long blonde hair and green eyes, just like mine. She was of medium height and had a lean figure making her look very beatitiful. Since I had became more independant as I matured, Beth decided to work for the local newpsaper as well as taking care of my basic needs. She lived with me due to the fact that I was alone for the most part, while my father worked in various places for weeks in a row before coming home for a short period of time.

The main door began to move and there was a distinct sound of someone shuffling about. I froze in terror; I lived in a mansion that was outside the city, nestled in the light forest area where the Paparazzi couldn't access us. Nobody I knew would approach my house at this time of night, and even if they did, they would surely use the doorbell. The door flung open fully, to reveal the silhouette of someone tall and well built, with unruly hair. I pressed my face into the cushion; I didn't want to see the face of my attacker.

A soft voice called out, "Carlie, is that you?"

In my incapicitated moment, I could only let out an "Uh-huh." But I knew who it was, and I instantly relaxed.

I heard a few more foot steps and I reached out for him in the darkness. He hugged me tightly to his chest, smoothing my hair and placing an affectionate kiss on my forehead.

"It's okay baby, I'm home now" He cooed.

"I missed you Dad." I mumbled against him.

He sighed, "Oh baby, I missed you more than you can comprehend."

At least he was home now.

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For the first time in four months, three people were seated on the breakfast bar. Unfortunately, not all was well because my father kept shooting Beth death glares after each bite of the croissant he took.

"Dad, I forced her to go out and have a good time! Stop blaming it on Beth!" I said, exasperatedly.

He gave me a reprimanding look, "But that still doesn't mean she had to go! You were alone and scared the whole night!"

"Sorry, Edward" Beth gave him a repentant look.

What had made the situation worse, was that Beth didn't come home until now. I didn't even want to know what she was doing all that time with Seth. My father was increasingly pissed off at her because she failed to take care of me even when there wasn't much to take care of anyway.

"Don't let it happen again" He conceded and went back to drinking his coffee.

Edward Cullen was a household name where crazy teenage girls or hopeless women lived. Despite my father being rather old, in my opinion, he had the looks of the century; Hollywood's quotes, not mine. At thirty-one, he could easily pass off for twenty two - it was absolutely ridiculous. He was an actor, who is often seen in Hollywood's next blockbuster movie. Many thought that being his daughter must be the most amazing thing ever, but in all honesty, I saw so little of him that I didn't even know who my father was anymore. I knew that he never intended to ditch me; his occupation was very time and attention consuming.

Yes, he had me when he was only fifteen years old. Responsible Edward let go of his rules for one night, and ended up with a baby girl on his hands. I was practically raised by my grandparents, Carlisle and Esme, who also lived in Seattle. They empathised with my Dad, seeing as they had their first child, Aunt Alice, when they were only seventeen. I suppose teen pregnancies run in the family. But, my father always told me that he never regretted any of his decisions, including the ones which led to me. He was in love with my mother, and knew it would be everlasting, even at the young age that he was.

But who is my mother?

I am yet to find out.