8:47am, August 2014, Phoenix Arizona, Swan residence.
Daniel Swan stood in front of his bedroom mirror; his brown eyes dull and lifeless with dark circles under them, his cheeks hollow from his loss of appetite, and his skin an unhealthy pale. On certain parts of his face such as his left eye, nose and bottom lip were bruised and cut, and the wounds were only a few days old.
A black suit without the blazer and polished shoes is what he wore, and he folded the crisp white shirts collar over the skinny black tie around his neck. He grabbed both sides of the tie and tried to fold them right, but he failed, the tie forming a tight knot at his attempt.
A knock at his door sounded a second later and his mother, Renee stepped in, wearing a black dress and heels. She smiled sadly at her son and walked over to him, her heels making clicking noises before she stopped in front of him.
"Hey baby..." Renee whispered, her voice full of sadness as she cupped her sons swollen cheek in a gesture of her love for him. "Do you want me to help...?" She asked timidly, giving her son the choice, but he didn't reply, he simply stared at the mirror behind her.
Renee took his silence as acceptance and untied the knot Daniel had made the tie into previously. She refolded the tie and pulled it up to his shirts top button, wriggling it into place and smoothing it out, giving him a light pat on his chest.
"Phil is waiting at the car; we'll be setting of in 10 minutes, come down when you're ready, okay?" She said, her fingers wringing together as she turned on her heel and left the room.
Daniel didn't rely as his mother left the room. He turned and picked up the black blazer on his bed, wincing in pain as he pulled it on from his broken ribs and wounds on his torso and then fastened the blazer buttons. He looked at himself in the mirror again, but this time he had a deep sadness in his eyes.
Sucking in a deep breath of air, her picked up a white rose attached to a clip, stared at it for a moment before clipping it onto the left breast pocket of his blazer. He sighed out the breath he had sucked in, and held in the choked sob that wanted to tear from his throat.
Looking around the room once more, he let a rush of memories replay in his mind of all the fun he had had in this room with her, but now it only brought sadness and depression, and so his mother decided it be best for him to live with his dad for a while. All his personal belongings had been packed up besides from stuff like his bed and wardrobe.
Sticking his hands into his slack pockets, he walked towards his bedroom door, pulling it open and stepping out. His fingers trembled as he let go of the door knob, but he pulled it closed and made his way outside the house towards Phil's car.
Renee was waiting for him, a large umbrella clutched in her hand, and she held it over the both of them as they walked to the car, Daniel sitting in the back seat as his mother sat in the front with Phil, the wet umbrella next to Daniel.
"Hey buddy, we'll be there soon, pop your seat-belt on." Phil said, starting the car and pulling out of the drive way. Daniel ignored him, letting his head thump against the window as he watched the surroundings pass by.
9:28am, August 2014, Phoenix Arizona Cemetery.
Daniel looked at the approaching building, his emotions everywhere as the car pulled to a stop among other cars. The rain had gotten incredibly heavier, creating puddles among the ground.
People rushed inside of the church hurriedly, using anything they could to shield them from the rain. The one thing that stood out the most was the black clothing that most people arriving were wearing.
Daniel closed his eyes, trying to imagine that this was all a dream and that he would wake up and things would be how they were, but no matter how hard he tried, he knew it wouldn't happen.
"Are you ready to go in, sweetie?" Renee asked, snapping Daniel from his thoughts. He nodded slightly and they all exited the car, rushing to the church to avoid the rain as the others had.
The atmosphere inside the church was somber, full of sadness, and Daniel could feel it. He watched the people share their condolences with her family, but they didn't know her like he did, they only came out of respect to the well known family.
"Our seats are at the front Daniel, you can come see her parents with me before it starts if you want?" Renee asked, placing her hand on her sons shoulder in support, but he shook his head, walking forwards down the isle, his eyes focused on one thing; a picture and a...coffin.
The truth was he couldn't face her parents; he felt guilty over her death, he wouldn't be able to look at her mothers crying features or look into her fathers bloodshot eyes.
With every step he took he felt his surroundings blur, his heart felt heavy and his body was numb, moving on its own accord down the isle. He reached the end, his breathing heavy, tears prickling at his eyes and his hands shaking as he gazed at her picture.
There she was on a picture with a golden framing, placed directly next to her coffin. He looked at the photo, biting his lip to try and conceal his emotions. After a moment, he took another step forwards and stood directly in front of the picture.
Daniel gazed at her long naturally wavy brown hair, those stunning green eyes full of happiness, that cute button nose and a smile so radiant it could light a room with pearly white teeth, a light flush on her cheeks. He had taken this photo of her, a moment after they had kissed for the first time.
A stray tear fell down his cheek and he moved to the white coffin with her body in it and he let out the choked sob he had been holding, his eyes screwing shut. He felt the bile in his throat rising from his stomach and his hand shot up to cover his mouth. This was the first time he had seen her since the incident, only she was alive then.
Daniel opened his eyes, forcing himself to look at her, what he had let happen to her. He clenched his teeth together, looking at the dull brown hair, closed sunken eyes, and pale skin. She had on a white summer dress, a bouquet of white roses in her dead clasp and doll shoes.
Lifting his hand up, he gently traced her features with his finger, a tear falling onto her cheek from his own and rolling down her neck. He pulled his shaky hand back to his side, pivoting on his foot and making his way to his seat.
The funeral for Louise Smith, daughter of Jamie and Melissa Smith, his girlfriend, was beginning.
11:13am, August 2014, Phoenix Arizona Cemetery.
Daniel stood between his mother and Phil, Louise's parents opposite of his, and others surrounding them as they all watched as Louise's white casket was lowered to the ground. The rain was still pouring, bouncing on peoples umbrellas and making the ground they stood on muddy.
Everyone was silent, and then as the casket was finally lowered into the ground did people walk forward to place their white roses onto the casket, starting with her family and then himself and then the others.
A shrilled cry made Daniel jump and he turned to face Melissa Smith, sobbing and crying in Jamie's arms, her face buried into his chest as he held her up, his own tears streaming down his face. He gently guided his wife away as workers began to grab their shovels.
Everyone began following after the couple, but Daniel stood firm in his place, ignoring his mothers concerned look as Phil guided her away. A few minutes later, it was him and 3 other workers.
"Can I have a minute?" Daniel asked them, the first words he had spoken since he had been found last week. His voice was scratchy from the lack of use. The workers looked at each other and the middle man nodded, leading the two others to a nearby tree.
Standing in silence for a few seconds, he simply looked at the casket, hoping she would jump out and shout 'I got you!' like she would when she played jokes on him. He knew that she wouldn't.
The sky above him roared in thunder and the sky lit up from the crack of lightning, the rain pouring furiously and soaking his suit in a matter of seconds. Tears leaked from his eyes like a river, and uncontrollable sobs wracked his body. He let out an agonized scream, his body curling in on itself and his arms wrapping around himself as he let his emotions free.
"I'm sorry Louise!" He screamed at the casket, staring at where she lay, dead. "I'm so sorry!" He howled to the sky, the response was another roar of thunder. "I should have protected you!" He cried to himself, his anger at himself taking hold as he kicked at a sign closest to him, knocking it to the floor and stomping on it. "I'll find that bastard and I'll fucking rip him to pieces!" Daniel screamed, the promise evident in his voice as it echoed into the sky.
11:24am, August 2014, Phoenix Arizona Cemetery.
Daniel made his way back towards the cemetery parking lot, the 3 workers behind him covering the casket in mud. He loosened the tie around his neck, pulled his soaked shirt free from the slacks confinements and wiped furiously at his eyes.
"Mr Swan, can we have a moment of your time?" A man said, grabbing hold of his arm, his eyes concealed with shades.
"Get off of me..." Daniel growled, his eyes furious as he glared at the man holding his arm.
"E-Excuse me...?" The man asked, confusion in his voice.
"I said get the fuck off!" Daniel shouted, pulling his arm free and swinging for the man, his right fist connecting with the mans jaw, knocking him backwards to the floor.
Phil and Jamie seeing this rushed over to him, each of them grabbing an arm and pulling him away from the man. Another man in a suit and shades rushed over to his fallen partner, lending him an arm to help him stand.
"I apologies for my partners rude behavior, we only wished to ask you some questions." The second man said, flashing his badge: Detective Kevin Dracup.
"Daniel has already spoken to you about those events, you should leave now." Phil said, his voice unusually angry as he stepped in front of his step son. Jamie doing the same as he folded his arms, standing tall.
"Fine, we'll leave, but we will be back for some answers." The first man snarled, rubbing his jaw as his partner led him away to their car.
"Fucking bastards..." Phil spat, placing an arm around Daniel and rubbing his wet hair. "Good punch!" He smiled.
Daniel didn't say anything, but he looked at Jamie and then back to Phil, his step-dad understanding the meaning and joining Renee who stood comforting a grieving Melissa.
"I wanted to talk to you before you left; I need to hear it from you, not those cops Daniel..." Jamie started, his eyes casting a sad glance at his wife before looking back at Daniel, who wouldn't meet his stare.
"What is it you want to know...?" Daniel asked, hesitantly, hoping he wouldn't have to answer at all.
"Did she...Did my baby girl..." Jamie tried to say, biting back his sobs. "Did my baby girl suffer?" He finally asked.
Daniel froze, not expecting this to be Jamie's question. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it after nothing came out. His lips wavered, his voice not heading his command to speak.
"She..." Daniel started, finding no easy way to explain what his daughter went through for the month him and Louise had gone missing.
"Don't sugarcoat it for me!" Jamie demanded.
Daniel nodded, sucking in a breath and meeting Jamie's stare head on. "Louise went through far worse things than I did, sir, she did suffer for the first few weeks, until she shut down and became so numb she couldn't feel anything anymore. I'm sorry..." Daniel explained, heaving out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Jamie stared at him for a moment, swallowing the lump in his throat and nodding. He continued to nod. "One more question and I'm done...In her final moment, did she suffer then...?" He asked.
Daniel shook his head furiously, willing his tears not to fall, trying to forget the way that Louise had looked at him in her final moment. "She was already too far gone to...to feel anything during her final moments, sir." He replied.
"Okay." Jamie whispered. "Okay..." He trailed off, his hands on his hips as he walked away from Daniel to join his wife to go home and tell their two younger children that their sister won't be around anymore.
Daniel watched the married couple leave before walking towards his own.
"Oh sweetie..." Renee whispered, pulling her son into her arms and standing on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. "Let's go, your plane will be leaving in a few hours." She said, and Daniel nodded, sitting in the backseat, only this time with Renee sat next him as he laid his head in her lap, letting his mother play with his wet hair until he fell asleep.
They arrived at the airport a short while later and Renee ushered Daniel into the men's toilets to change out of his wet clothes before getting on his flight. Once Daniel was in some black converses, black jeans and a plain white shirt and a Harrington jacket, they all made their way to the planes arrival gate.
'Flight 375 to Forks, Washington, passengers please make your way to gate 27 now. I repeat flight 375 to Forks, Washington, passengers please make your way to gate 27 now. Thank you and have a safe flight.'
Daniel nodded at Phil, who ignored the nod and gave him a hug instead, giving his back a few claps and pulled away with a smile. Daniel nodded at him again.
"Oh my baby's leaving me so soon..." Renee cried, wrapping her arms and her son for a tight hug and Daniel hugged his mum back, rubbing her back. She pulled away after a moment, kissing his cheek and wiping her tears away.
"Have fun on the road, mum, I'll call when I get back to dad's place, okay?" Daniel said, picking up his hand suitcases and began walking towards the gate that would take him to his dad.
"You better do or I'll call you!" Renee shouted after him, waving even though he couldn't see it as he made his way down the tube to the plane. "You'll get better, I promise." She whispered after him.
I got a request to write a male-Bella fic, and I thought why not. This is a Rosella fic, or Rosalie and Daniel(Bella) fic.