THREE DAYS; Charlie's POV

After all these years Bella decided she wanted to spend some time with me. Her last 2 years, well almost, her last 2 years. Some time for me to get to know my daughter before she is all grown up and married with a family of her own, and her to get to know me.

I've been waiting seven years for a chance to get my daughter back. The last month preparing for her to be here under the same roof as me.

If only I would have known. If I would have listened to that little voice inside my head closer. I killed my marriage and quickly destroyed 2 promising relationships because of my selfishness. Domed myself to being a bachelor. Now I wonder if I have killed my only daughter?

My relationship with Renee had lasted almost 5 years before she ran to phoenix. Amber had made it almost a year and Kelly lasted a whole 3 months before they all ran away screaming basically.

Bella was better than all of them. We would always have a relationship. She would always be my daughter. But now, Bella had lasted what a whole 3 days.

I had picked her up from Sea Tack Airport on Friday and got her settled and shipped her off to school. Would 1 day at school be all she got? 1 lousy fucking day and it was my entire fault. I should have driven her around and to school her first day and home. I should have been there but just like the last seven years I wasn't I was on the job.

The phone call I had to make now ripped my heart out and I didn't want to make it but I had to. I didn't want some stranger calling my ex-wife with news like this. I stared at the phone but I couldn't reach for it. I'm numb.

"Charlie, what is the number. I'll make the call for you if you like." a voice said pulling me back to reality. I looked up and shook my head and reached for the phone that was now being pasted to me. I had made my share of these kinds of calls so I let the cop in me take over and dialed Renee's number. I let the numbness take me over completely. That was the only was I would survive this.

The phone range and I male voice answered the phone. I guessed it was Phil. I prepared him for what I was going to have to tell Renee and then he pasted the phone to her without a word.

I didn't know how I said the words. I don't ever remember saying them. I was too numb. I do remember hearing the clatter against something before it hit the ground and I heard Renee screaming no in the background. I could picture Renee crumble to the ground and I heard her sobbing loudly and then the destruction of what I presumed to be dishes in the kitchen before I placed the phone in the cradle and hung my head and sobbed myself.

I had prayed that eventually my daughter would come home. I had told god that I would do or give anything for that to happen. But not this, the price was too high.