Chapter 1 A/N OKAY SO HERE IS A NEW STORY, IT IS ALL HUMAN. I DO NOT OWN ANY THING ABOUT TWILIGHT THAT IS ALL STEPHANIE MEYERS. THIS STORY WILL ALL BE IN BELLA'S POV. I HOPE THAT YOU ENJOY IT. I WILL HOPEFULLY BE ABLE TO UPDATE IT SOON AS I AM TRING TO FINISH MY OTHER STORIES AS WELL. I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT, I JUST WAMTED TO POST IT OUT THERE AND SEE IF IT IS WORTH CONTINUING ON WITH,

LAST WORDS

Bella POV

"Bella come on we are going to be late!" Alice shouted from the other side of my bedroom door.

Right now I was trying to pull myself together long enough to get through this day, and she was worried we were going to be late. I mean don't get me wrong Alice is my best friend, and I love her to death… death why did I have to think of that. The tears started to pour out again. Every time I think I was all cried out, and I had no more tears they would start to fall again.

I had to snap out of this. I needed to be strong. I needed to just get through today. I grabbed the towel and wiped my face. I headed out the door and down the stairs.

"I know this is hard Bella, but we really have to go." She walked over and grabbed my hand leading me out the door.

When we arrived at the cemetery I noticed that the whole town had showed up to attend his funeral. He was liked and loved by many. I felt so proud that I was his daughter knowing that so many people cherished him.

Alice guided me to my seat right next to the casket, and I sat down. The rest of the funeral was a blur. I just remember Alice walking me back to the limo and taking me home. I quickly found my bed and fell into a deep slumber.

I was awoken the following day by Alice telling me that a Mr. Jenks was on the phone. I knew that name sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had heard of him before.

"Hello" I managed to squeak out.

"Hello Miss Swan, My name is Mr. Jenks and I am your father's attorney. I am sorry for your loss, but there are some things that we need to go over."

"Can this wait, I am really not in the mood…"

He cut me off. "Miss Swan I am afraid that this matter can't wait. I am looking over Charlie's will and this matter specifies that it needs to be dealt with today. It stated that I am to give you what is in the safety deposit box the day after he was to be buried. Again I am sorry for your loss, but please take into account that I am only trying to follow Charlie's last wishes." He sounded so apologetic and sincere.

"Fine, where do I go?" I know I sounded a bit on the annoyed and grumpy side, but for pete's sake I just buried my dad, and I wasn't in the mood to deal with anything else.

"Well I think that we could meet at the bank, and I will give you the key. I will need you to sign some documents and then in a couple of days when all parties are present and accounted for we will be reading the will."

"What time do I have to be at the bank? Can I at least wake up and try to enjoy a cup of coffee first?" I was being snide and I had no idea of why I was being this way to a stranger, but I didn't want to do this. I wanted to lay here and wallow in my grief.

"Is 1 o'clock okay with you?"

"Yeah fine 1 o'clock at Forks Bank. I will be there. Is that all?" I snapped at him.

"Yes that is all for now and again I am sorry for your loss; Charlie was a good man. He will be missed by many. Good bye." I flipped my phone down without even saying good bye to the man.

I climbed out of bed and walked downstairs. I headed straight over to the coffee pot, but Alice was already one step ahead of me. She was standing there holding out a fresh hot cup for me. I took it from her and sat down at the table. So many things were running through my head since talking to that guy on the phone. First was what would Charlie have put in a safety deposit box, and why was I to open it the day after his burial. Secondly I was wondering who all was included in his will.

I glanced up to the clock on the wall and noticed that it was now noon. I had one hour to get ready and go to the bank.

I walked into the bank and was immediately greeted by a short balding man, and a tall blonde female.

"Miss Swan, it is a pleasure to finally meet you, I am Mr. Jenks." He held his hand out and I shook it.

"Can we get this over with please?" He nodded and pointed the way over towards the vault.

The tall blonde lady walked ahead of us and as soon as we got to the front of the vault he handed me a key. I was then instructed to follow the lady in. She finally stopped in front of the wall that held all of the boxes. She told me to insert the key into the lock. It was then that I noticed the number of the box we were about to open… 913.

Charlie had picked the safety deposit box that represented my birthday. A tear came trickling down my cheek.

She inserted her key and we both turned them. Once the outer door was opened she pulled out a long metal box, and carried it to a table on the other side of the room. I walked over and stared at this box.

"I will give you some privacy, please just let me know when you are done." And with that said she turned and walked out of the room.

I don't know how long I just sat there and stared at this box, knowing that whatever is inside of it was something that Charlie had wanted to keep safe. He had wanted me to only have it after his death.

I slowly started to open it, but found myself not being able to fully open it.

I took a deep breath and exhaled one more time before finally lifting the lid off of the box. I had kept my eyes closed. Slowly I opened one eye and peered down into the box. I quickly opened my eyes, all I saw in this box was an envelope with my name on it.

I reached down and picked it up. It was Charlie's handwriting. I opened it up and pulled out what seemed to be a letter. I unfolded the paper and saw that it was handwritten letter from Charlie.

My dearest Isabella,

If you are reading this letter than I am no longer with you on this earth. I am sorry that you have to go through this. There was so much that I have wanted to say to you over the years, however I found it hard to express my emotions and feelings, and for that I am truly sorry. I want you to know that I love you, and I am very proud of what you have done for yourself.

I have written and rewritten this letter so many times over the years. I wanted to give you something that was recent from me after my passing. So every couple of months I would sit down and write this letter out, and replace the one that was here before. Why you ask? Well my little angel, I want you to find happiness. I want you to discover who you are inside, and learn how to share yourself with others. I know you are thinking that you do, but Alice doesn't count. I am talking about love Bella. You deserve so much out of life and I am afraid that I have held you back all of these years.

I was so closed off with my emotions and feelings after your mom died that I never felt that I showed you what our love was like. I loved your mother with all of my heart, and I missed her every day. You were so little when she passed away. It hurt to talk about her, so I never did.

I don't want you to live your life without finding a love. You always play it safe, and never letting anyone new into your life, and I know that I am to blame for that. I am sorry for taking away your one chance at true love. Back then I had convinced myself that you were too young to know what true love was, and I wanted to protect you from the pain of getting your heart broken. I was wrong. I wasn't protecting you from getting your heart broken; I was the one that caused your heart to be broken, and I know that you have never really healed from losing him. I hoped over the years that you would find someone and discover that you could love again, but that hasn't happened.

Well I guess now is the time that I step in and help you. I know that you will respect my last wishes and I am hoping that it will allow you to open up and see that there is a whole world out there that you are missing out on. There is love out there for you, and I want you to be happy again.

I have planned out a trip for you to take. I expect that you will not be happy about this, but I am telling you it is for your own good. I hope that one day you will look back on this and thank me, and possibly forgive me.

Please remember that I do truly love you Bella, and I always have. Oh and young lady when you get home I want that room cleaned.

I love you Bells.

Dad.

I sat there as the tears kept streaming down my cheeks. I gave a slight chuckle at the end. So like Charlie to tell me to clean my room. I missed him so much.

I felt as though a huge gaping hole was ripped back open in my chest. I thought I had buried that feeling a long time ago. I had no idea why Charlie was blaming himself for me losing 'Him'. I still couldn't even bring myself to think of his name, and I was thankful that Charlie had not said his name in the letter. There was just too much pain involved in bringing him back into my thoughts.

I stood up and walked out of the room. I was ushered over to a desk and was presented with some papers to sign. I glanced through them and they were just to transfer all of Charlie's accounts over into my name. So I signed them.

I was heading towards the door still in a slight daze of what I had read when Mr. Jenks was calling out to me.

"Miss Swan I will need you to be in my office on Tuesday, It will be there that we will be reading the will."

"Fine. Fine, I will be there. I really have to go now." I ran out the door and got to my car, before the tears really came back.

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