I slam down the phone and shove away from the counter. "'Not letting her talk to anyone,' my ass."
Growling in frustration, I punch the wall and yank my hand back, holding it close to my chest. "God damn it!" I scream to the empty house.
When I look down, my hand is already swelling. I know I should pick up the phone and call Carlisle back, but I'll be damned if that happens.
"Won't let me talk to my own daughter, for Christ's sake…"
My anger leaves me just as quickly as it came, and I sit down hard.
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