I do not own any other the characters from Stephenie Meyer's Twilight saga. The ideas in this are my own, with the exception of a few minor details that are needed to make this story work. Please enjoy!
EPOV
I could no longer take it. The guilt and pain were eating me. How could I ever be so stupid! Bella was my one true love. She was the only girl that I wanted to call mine, and I left her. I left her all alone. I'm so horrible! Why did I even do that in the first place? I should have just thought things through more. Ever since Alice saw a huge commotion in Forks, I've been running from Brazil back to Bella. My Bella. My sweet, beautiful, loving Bella. I had to get her back. Her forgiveness was what I longed for.
As I crossed the perimeter of Forks, I heard Charlie's broken thoughts. Why I could never hear everything he thought, I don't know.
My...daughter...why?! She's...forever...Why?!
His thoughts disturbed me. What happened to my Bella? What horrid thing happened to make Charlie think with such despair? I quickened my run and reached Bella's house in under a minutes. Charlie's thoughts were still filled with sadness. Instead of knocking, I barged through the door and went into the living room.
"Where is she?! Where's Bella?! I need to see her!" I yelled, which was probably unnecessary.
Charlie saw me and stood up. Anger filled his reddening face as he clinched his fists. He then started stomping towards me.
"You!" He bellowed. "How DARE you even set foot in this house after what you did! It's all YOUR fault! It's your fault that she's gone!"
"What do you mean gone? Where did she go?" I had no clue whatsoever that Bella wasn't with her father anymore.
"Bella is dead and it's all YOUR fault!" Tears started to fill Charlie's eyes as he gradually raised his voice even more.
"What?" I said barely loud enough for Charlie to hear.
"After you left her alone in the woods she fell into a sickening depression. Then one day I came home to find a note saying that she couldn't take it anymore. Later that day, after searching for hours, we found blood in the woods. It was hers, but we never found her body. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT SHE'S GONE!" Charlie was sobbing by now. He slowly reached for his gun that was strapped to his belt.
"Don't do anything stupid Charlie. I didn't know she would do something like this. I was trying to help her."
"Help her? HELP HER?! YOU SONOFABITCH?" Charlie slowly started to raise his gun and I shot out of there. Bella was dead. Gone. Somehow I couldn't believe that. My gut told me otherwise, but how did that explain the note and the blood. What happened after I left. I had to find out.