Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a Twilight fan fiction, or any fan fiction for that matter. Constructive reviews will keep the story going. I don't own Twilight. It owns me.

Bella's POV

After finally becoming ungrounded and finished arguing with Charlie about Edward and I going on a weekend trip together to see Renee in Jacksonville, I leave to hang out with Edward and his family for a couple of hours. As we go out the door, the phone rings informing Charlie of another attack on a hiker in the woods just a few miles out of town. He followed us out the door attaching his gun belt on his way to the car. Charlie told us what had happened and requested again that we stay out of the woods and be home by 10:30 as agreed.

At the house, I was getting badly beat by Emmett in a game of Black Jack when a call to the house alerted Carlisle to the need of him at the hospital. At the same time, Alice gasped at a vision that had just flashed before her, but quickly became composed when we all shot her a nervous look. She got up and asked to speak to Esmè, Carlisle and Edward in the kitchen alone. Edward tried to hide the pained look on his face and made no eye-contact with me as he got up. I looked up at them a bit confused, but then continued my turn.

Alice explained that she saw Victoria leap onto Charlie's cruiser causing him to lose control hitting a tree off the side of the road. Being nearly indestructible, it was nothing for her to jump back up, bust through the windshield and pull him out to quench her thirst. Obviously, he didn't survive.

When Carlisle arrived at the hospital, they had just retrieved Charlie's body and were delivering him to the morgue. Carlisle stopped the orderly to examine the body. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do to "save" him. The head doctor, Dr. Grant, found Carlisle looking over Charlie's broken body with a stunned look on his face.

"Carlisle", he said. "I am sorry to bother you on your day off, but this is why I called you. I know that his daughter is close to your family. So I thought that you would be the best one to talk to her."

"Yes, you are right. I will tell her. She is with my son at my home right now. She would do better to have the others there to support her when I tell her, rather than being home alone. At least, until her mother can get here."

He then went back home, on his way calling Edward confirming Alice's vision and that there was nothing that could be done. He asked that everyone remain unaware until he arrives because he wanted to be the one to tell her.

Knowing something was wrong, all eyes were on him as he came through the door, but his eyes were only on me.

"Bella, sweetie, I have some news, but you really need to sit down first." He kneeled down in front of me as he began. Edward's arm was around my shoulders, stroking my arm. "There was an accident tonight." He choked up a bit as he looked into my eyes, and then continued. "On the way to the scene your father was called to, it appeared that he swerved to miss hitting some kind of animal and hit a tree." He shot a look at the rest of the family as he said the word "animal". They understood. "He was thrown through the windshield. I'm so sorry, Bella. He didn't make it. I examined him myself. There was nothing anyone could do. I am so very sorry."

By that time, tears were streaming down my face and I was struggling to breath. This kind of emotion, not even Jasper could control. Carlisle took a hold of me coaching me to breath, while Esmè came to console us. Alice was sobbing venomous tears into her hands, while Jasper tried to calm her. Emmett was on his knees, while Rosalie stood behind him stunned.

When I was able to breathe adequately, all I could think of was the last thing I said to him. "I was horrible to him. I shouldn't have acted like such a spoiled teenage brat. And I kept threatening to move out before graduation. It's no wonder he lost his concentration. It's my fault. This is all my fault." And I started sobbing again.

"No, Sweetheart. You can't blame yourself." Esmè interceded through her own sobs. "It is not your fault at all. Sometimes horrible things happen to the people we love and it is perfectly normal for one to take the blame for another's demise. It is also very easy for someone to waste their life in guilt for something they had no control over. You must know that there isn't any way to know it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't had an argument. He loved you so much and he knew you loved him. He understood that every teenager goes through some kind of rebellion stage. Your father was a very good cop. He wouldn't let a little argument get in the way of doing his job safely. You understand that, don't you?" She choked out a weak, breathless "Yes."

"I…uh…I want to call my mother. I'm going to go outside for a minute." I said when I regained some composure.

As I got up, Esmè stopped me and said, "Why don't you let us take care of that. We'll explain it all to her, then you can go upstairs if you want some privacy, ok?"

"OK", I agreed and went back to the sofa. "Uh…Emmett? I don't feel like playing anymore. I mean…you're kicking my butt anyway, so it really doesn't matter."

"Um…Yeah…No problem", he said still stunned.

A few moments later, Carlisle and Esmè came back into the room with the phone. My mother wanted to talk to me. Phil was looking for flights to Seattle, and they would let us know when they got it all set up.

A call the next day informed us that the funeral would be held in three days. My mother and Phil are scheduled to arrive tomorrow afternoon and plan to stay for a few days after the funeral. To My surprise, Renee had it arranged for me to stay with Edward's family through graduation. I had been bracing myself for when I would have to decline another request to leave with them for Jacksonville after the funeral.

After talking to my mother, I curled up on the sofa against Edward, but the next thing I knew, I was in his room stretched out on the bed. All of a sudden, I awoke from a nightmare showing that Victoria was the one that caused the wreck that killed Charlie. I rushed downstairs to the family room where they were plotting their next move to take her down. I had my eyes on Carlisle and Edward when I exclaimed, "It was Victoria, wasn't it? I know that look, Carlisle. It was the same look you exchanged with Edward the night they found Waylon's body."

Carlisle looked at me with a pained expression. "I am SO sorry, Bella. We wanted to protect you from that, but now as I think about it, I feel that it was wrong, and that it would be harder for you to find out about it later.

"Victoria killed my father; which means she was that close to getting me." I said and sat down on the stairs hard as my legs went weak and started hyperventilating again. Edward was by my side in a half second, coaching me to slow my breathing.

"Shhhh, Bella. Breathe, my love. Breathe. Everything will be OK. I am going to do EVERYTHING to protect you."