AN: Hi guys! Now we have the last chapter of "RoD!" Edward and Jasper are coming back home from their hunt and Daddy has to deal with his son and his suicide mission! I think this is the part, you all were waiting for, right? Again, I tried to do this differently to my other NM story - hope it worked out for you! For me, I am very satisfied with this chapter ... it turned out pretty cool and I learned a few new words *wink* So enjoy and leave me a review, please! You know, I need my special coffee *wink*

Disclaimer: All of the fantastic Twilight world belongs to Stephenie Meyer! Whom else? Not me!

Warning: We have anon-screen spanking scene here! ... Don`t like it – DON`T read it, please!

Thanks: A very big thank you to my awesome beta for ALL! The big help, cool suggestions, especially for this spanking scene, and for backing me up!

Chapter 5 Love hurts

Edward's PoV

I felt satisfied after my successful hunt and the two deer. My brother and I moved closer to the large trees near our house. A few seconds later we stood on a small hill and looked at the expensive modern Cullen house. Quickly I checked my father's thoughts to see if he was through with my poor sister, who had managed to go for the first round here. Carlisle sat in the kitchen and drank a cup of animal blood. He was relaxed.

Jasper watched me from the side and raised an eyebrow. He smiled. "And? Is it safe to go back now?"

I nodded and huffed. "Yeah, we can go back!"

I was really not looking forward to going back home to face my Dad and the punishment ...

Slowly we walked down the hill and were a second later at the forest line and at our front door. We climbed up the stairs and my brother opened the door for me. I shot him a thankful look and went inside the house.

As we entered the kitchen, Carlisle sat in his chair - legs crossed under the table and a magazine in front of him. He had changed into a black sweater and more comfortable blue jeans. His cup was placed on the table and I could smell the blood, which was not fresh anymore ... Jasper cleared his throat. "We're back, Dad."

"Yes, I can see that!" He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Right on time." Our father replied and watched his magazine again. "Was the hunt good?"

Jasper and I exchanged quick glances. "Yes."

I tried to clean my dirty hands on my trousers as Jasper made a step to Carlisle and the table. "Ehm, Dad? ...I'm gonna go change now and then drive into town, alright?"

Now our father gave him a look. "Sure! Take Alice with you, please. And don't be back in under two hours. I'll give you a call when we are ready here!"

Carlisle looked at me. I gulped. I knew that this talk would be a longer one ... I was deep-in.

Jasper shrugged his shoulders. "Sure." Then he gave me a pitiful look. "Good luck, Edward. See you later then."

Yes, if Dad is going to let me live long enough ...

My blonde-haired brother left the kitchen quickly and went upstairs and to his room. We heard the door closing behind him and then Carlisle closed the magazine and simply shoved it with one finger to the side of the table. I followed the move with my eyes - now golden after the needed hunt - but said nothing.

Dad took a sip off his black cup and kept it in his hand - playing with his fingertips on the china. He watched me. "Did you behave yourself as I told you?"

I nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Good." He placed the cup on the table-top and we heard upstairs the noise of the door again - Footsteps on the staircase and two teenage vampires leaving the house. My father inhaled deeply, shoved the chair backwards and stood. He held up a finger. His voice was low but became very authoritarian. "You go upstairs, change and wait for me in my office!"

"Yes, Dad." I agreed. My voice was low and I felt more and more uncomfortable. I knew exactly what was in store for me in a few minutes. And I hated it! But what I hated more was the upcoming interview part he would be doing with me. Of course my father wanted to know what in the Hell had gotten into me! Could I answer the question he would ask me? I turned my body around and bowed my head in shame - perhaps not, but I had to try! I could feel his eyes on me. He was worried, but also relieved that I was back in one piece and safe.

"Are you going now, Edward?" My father's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Is there anything else?"

Quickly I looked at him. "Ehm, no, sorry." Then I left the kitchen and went upstairs to the first floor.

Arriving upstairs I went to my room, opened the door and looked inside. My own strong scent wafted towards me. I inhaled deeply, looking around and then took a step inside, closing the door behind me. It was silent - peaceful. Everything was as I left it months ago. That felt good. Good and somehow protective! I went to my closet, opened and took a black button-down shirt and pants out. I placed them on my bed and changed. The muddy hunting clothes I was wearing landed in the laundry basket. Slowly I closed the buttons of my shirt, as I heard Carlisle downstairs in the kitchen. "Ready now?"

I was ready for my own funeral ... "Yeah, ready." I replied and rolled my eyes. Slowly I left my room, walked down the hallway to my father's office.

I closed the door behind me and went over to the dark mahogany desk in the middle of the room. It was cleaned from paperwork, pencils and Carlisle's work books about medicine. Only our house phone was placed on top ... and his belt! Damn ... this meant only one thing! He had intended to tan my poor behind before he flew to Italy to save me from suicide. I huffed and placed my right hand on the polished wood. Not an inch of dust here. Nothing! It was clean. Slowly I moved two fingers over the desktop and held my hand over the leather belt to pick it up. Footsteps. Quickly I changed my mind and let my hand hang on the side of my body. I turned around to face my father, who came through the door.

He stood in the doorway. "Sit down, Edward!"

I did as I was told and sat on the chair in front of his desk. Carlisle closed the door behind him und moved over to the windows. He looked outside into our garden and the woods. I turned in my chair towards him. He didn't move. He did nothing but stare through the clean glass. Neither of us said anything. Now was probably a good time to intrude upon his mind to find out what he was thinking about the whole situation – the mess I caused today.

No I can't do this! ... I watched him again and fidgeted my fingers nervously in my lap. Then finally he turned around, went over to his desk and sat down behind it. My eyes followed his moves. He jabbed a finger at me and hissed. "Let us get one thing straight! You will never yell at your mother again like you did today, young man! Is this crystal clear! You don't! Whether I am here at the moment or not, it makes no difference. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

He grabbed the black phone, punched a button and looked on the screen. Then he looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "Not a single call from my son! ... And of course no call on my cell, either!" Dad put the phone back on the hook. It made a beeping sound. Now I felt miserable! He continued. "Why did I fly to Italy to save you from the wrath of the Volturi and bring you back here?"

I gulped, but said nothing. What could I say? Dad, I am really sorry that I almost killed myself?

"Explain!"

Okay, probably he badly wants an answer ... And he wants it now?

He stared at me and my face. I stopped fumbling with my fingers and tried to focus on something else instead. My golden eyes shifted to the edge of the desk and I tried to figure out what to say to him. It was silent. Then I looked at the brown belt, which he hadn't even given any attention to as he came in the room. Suddenly a low and dangerous growl came from my father. This was a warning! Quickly my eyes shot back to his face. I could tell he was mad now.

Carlisle inhaled deeply and leaned forward in his chair. "I want your full attention now, Edward, and nothing less! You will listen to me and listen good!" He jabbed a finger in my face. "If I am talking to you and you talking to me, you are to look me in the eye! Is that clear now?"

"Yes, Dad." I answered him quickly. "I am sorry ..."

"About half an hour ago, I dealt with your sister and she disrespected me like you are doing at the moment." He told me straight away. "Do you really want a time-out before we even have started talking to each other?"

I shook my head. "No, Dad."

"Then answer my question, please."

"You came after me, because you and Mum were worried." I began my poor explanation.

Carlisle nodded slowly and I gulped. "You were both very worried a-"

Again he nodded - sharper this time to tell me that I was right. Very right! Oh man... I took a breath. "You came after me and flew to Italy because you were worried sick about me ..."

He nodded once sharp and pointed a finger at me. "Yeah, that's right, Edward! WE WERE WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU!"

He was yelling at me now. That was never a good sign. I hunched back into my chair without taking my eyes off him. "I thought she was dead ..." I started in a low voice and believed it was cracking now. "I ... Bella is my life! And as I heard she jumped off that cliff and killed herself, I thought-"

He interrupted me abruptly. "You thought it was a priceless idea, flying to Volterra and asking the Volturi for help!" Carlisle shook his head. "Unbelievable ... Simply unbelievable!"

Now I wanted to interrupt him and started to open my mouth, but he held up a hand to stop me. "There is nothing - and I repeat nothing- you can say to justify your intentions! Your mother, Edward, hasn't hunted for almost three weeks since you were gone. Esme's existence has been a living death! I told her to hunt, I begged her, but she didn't. She wanted to stay home in case you came back. But you didn't."

Oh no!... I bowed my head again, placed my hands on my face and tried to think of something.

"When you saw Bella today, who was not dead by the way, what did you feel?" Carlisle asked me then and finally moved back into his chair. He linked his fingers together and watched me.

"Relief." I told him the truth. "Relief and love."

"Mhm." He replied softly and looked at his hands on his lap. After he inhaled deeply, his golden eyes were on me again - staring. "I felt that too ... as I thought I was coming too late and my youngest son had been ripped apart already ... But when I saw you were in one piece and good health, I felt relief and more love for you than you can ever imagine, Edward."

I gulped and thought about it. My father, who would do anything for me, was right. Now I knew exactly what he had gone through as I simply vanished from my family without saying anything to anyone. How could I? Leaving them that way? Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, Alice, Mum and him! I gulped again, not looking up. I felt sadness and pain. I tried to inhale deeply, but couldn't. The emotional pain was too much. As my whole body shook lightly and the venom tears in my eyes exploded, I felt nothing more but great sadness about what I had done to my family.

The shaking began to increase. Sniffling, I heard movement in front of me. A chair. Light footsteps. Then my father's hand was on my shaking shoulders as he placed another chair next to me and sat down - never breaking physical contact. Slowly he pulled me on his lap and took me in his strong arms. I could hear nothing but my sobs. He placed one hand on my back to steady me and lovingly stroked my hair. I hid my face in his black sweater to hide me and my pain from the world.

"Sshhh... deep breaths." Carlisle tried to sooth my nerves and stop my sobs. He cuddled me in his arms and I felt protected and safe. I sobbed - and sobbed hard. His hand stroked my hair softly and then rubbed my back. "Calm yourself, Edward. Sshhh... we are all here now and Bella is alive. Relax."

"I'm sorry." I apologized softly as the next hard sob escaped my body.

He rubbed my back again in comfort. Then without warning he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me softly away from himself. Tears were in my eyes. Not falling. I sniffled again and Dad pushed my chin up to look at my face. "I know you are sorry. I think we have talked enough now, right? I know why you did it and I promise you, I will tolerate no repeat of such a stunt! Stand up, please."

My eyes were still glistening with tears, but no longer overflowing onto my face and shirt. Slowly I stood up. My period of grace was over now. I watched my Dad as he stood from his chair and placed it on the other side of the office. My chair was placed there too. Nervously I took position in front of the mahogany desk. If I had a heart, it would be pounding now ... and pounding loud! I tried to wipe the tears away, as Carlisle walked to the desk and picked up his belt.

He walked behind me. I could hear the low noise of the belt buckle in his hand. "Pants down."

My unbeating heart was tumbling now. How I hated this order! I opened the buttons of my black pants and pushed them down to my ankles. Suddenly I felt the cold air in the room. I took a step towards the desk and slid my fingers in the sides of my black boxers. Slowly I pulled them down to my trousers and bent over. Crossing my arms I placed my head on the cotton sleeves of the button-down shirt - watching the office door. There was movement behind me again. My father changed his position a bit. I tried to focus on the door.

"We begin now, alright?" He asked me. I knew the question was rhetorical, so I said nothing.

The first smack with the leather belt was so hard that I closed my eyes and hissed loudly. A second came. Then a third. All were placed on the centre of my bare backside. It hurt like hell! I sucked in my breath as the fourth and the fifth were delivered. My father had a very strong arm. Smack, smack, smack ...

After the tenth lick I opened my eyes again and thought about what I had done to this family. I was a coward! Nothing less. 15 ... 20. Carlisle had found a good and steady rhythm to spank my poor ass, so I could tell when the next strike would fall. I winced. My legs and buttocks tensed so hard in anticipation of the next wallop, they trembled. It was very hard for me to stay focused on anything other than the pain. I had not died and been burned in Volterra, but my father certainly wanted me to have a taste of the fire I had narrowly escaped.

Carefully I moved my feet. 25 ... 30. When he was through with me, I probably would not be sitting for a whole week. After one particularly hard lick I bit my lip so as not to scream out. I know my Dad would be fine with that but I wanted to go through this like a man. The belt landed again. He was determined to get his point across! Yeah, I had already seen that when he sent me and Jasper hunting half an hour ago. Gulping, I hid my eyes in the black cotton and whimpered softly.

The leather fell again. I cried out. I couldn't help it. Shit... I tried to breathe out, but the next lick was hard enough to bring me to sobs again. Gasping for a breath, I thought about the whole Italy trip once more. For perhaps the first time, I realized what danger I had really been in. My Dad was right to punish me this harshly. Later I will promise him that I will never do such a foolish thing again. Never! I thought about Mum. Unbelievable! How could I have yelled at her that way I did. I yelled furiously at his mate - his only love, my Mum! That Carlisle hadn't lost it and ripped my head off earlier just showed how level-headed he really was. You don't challenge a vampire's mate – even if they are related to you! I cried loudly as I recalled the events and the pain was building beyond what my "manly" endurance could stand.

I cringed as the hardest lick of all landed on the top of my thighs. I sucked my breath in with a loud moan. I was suspended in stillness and anticipation as the painful echo of that last blow burned through my tense and shaking limbs. I waited. Then there was nothing more. It was over. Sobbing, I let my full weight rest over the mahogany desk. I heard Dad placing the belt away in the closet. He came over and rubbed my back lovingly. "It's OK. It's over now, Edward. Come here."

His voice was soothing. Finally, I let go of my guilt. It was impossible to focus on anything but the screaming fire in my behind. I tried to swallow but my mouth was dry. Carlisle took me by the shoulders and helped me up. He turned me around and embraced me tightly. As fast as I could I hid my face in the crook of his neck and grabbed his torso to steady myself. I was shaking again and the heavy sobs continued loudly. Neither of us said anything more. My father comforted me as best as he could. I felt his protection now. That was a good sign. He ran his fingers through my thick hair and rubbed my back slowly. I breathed in the cotton of his black sweater.

Gently he reached down and pulled my shorts up, then replaced my fallen trousers. I gasped at the rough touch of the fabric, and held on to him tighter. He moved us around and walked me to the black leather couch. Carlisle sat down, spread his legs and cuddled me on his lap and in his arms. I placed my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes again.

"I love you." He whispered in my ear and I tried to move closer to him. He pushed me lovingly and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

Slowly my sobs faded. The relief I was feeling was overhelming now. "I love you too, Dad. A-and I am sorry I didn't say anything to y-you." I sniffled. "Forgive me please. I will never do it again, I promise."

"I forgive you, Edward and Mum, too. You need to trust us, me especially. Communicate with us. We care for you more than you can imagine. "

I gulped heavily. So much love here, after I did almost kill myself. What is wrong with this family?

My butt hurt as I tried to move a bit, but I knew I was forgiven now. Dad rubbed my back again in comforting circles and stayed silent then. Almost one hour we stayed seated on his couch. He called my siblings and Mum back home. We all would stay here today, my family around me. A real family.

Perhaps I would go to see Bella tomorrow if Charlie would ever let me near the house again. But I would try! Come on, I'm Edward Cullen...

The End.

A/N: Ok, what do you think? I like this chapter very much and I put very much time and thoughts in it :) And I do love the little part where Carlisle is asking him, why he came after him. Edward tries to explain and Dad is yelling at him in the end! Lol ... I'd like to thank all of you guys, who read and reviewed this story, sent pms and waited paitently for me to continue here! This was my second part of the "After-Italy-plot"! Hope you enjoyed! I am coming back ... promised :) All love, Vanessa