VERY VERY SHORT ONE-SHOT. DEALS WITH RAPE AND MURDER. MY FIRST FANFIC EVER. PLEASE BE NICE!


He sat in the corner of the dirty, cheap motel room staring at the gun. On the table sat what consumed him day in and day out.

Various different objects littered the table. A half empty bottle of Jack, an empty shot glass, a pack or camel lights, and lastly the small shiny gun. He thought about her. She was the reason he was about to do this. Edward's heart was broken because of not being able to save Bella from Charlie.

He knew what was going on in her house. She had been so strong. She endured the beatings that happen almost daily, yet because he loved her he did what she asked. He never told anyone.

His heart was broken beyond belief at the fact that he could have saved her. The day he found her dead face down in her pillow was the day he emotionally died.

He didn't and wouldn't ever know the events that transpired in that room that night. From the reports that came back, it was proven that Bella had been savagely raped and beaten to the point of dead.

Tortured.

Burns had littered her skin. Many thin cuts had been placed at various parts of the skin. They were deep enough to had been immensely painfully, but not enough for her to of bleed to death. Her finally wound was the single gun wound to the temple. It was said that it killed her instantly.

Charlie was found dead in his chair the same morning and his injury was a single, self administered, shot gun wound to his head.

This only meant one thing.

Charlie knew that somebody had found out.

Edward was pulled out his memories by a car door shutting outside the room.

Edward could no longer go on. He had nothing left to live for. He had no parents or siblings.

The only thing he had in life was Bella.

He had made up his mind.

He was going to join Bella.

Slowly looked down at the table he poured some Jack into a shot glass.

Throwing the shot back enjoying the prominent burn it had going down his throat, he proceeded to pick up the small gun.

With one last looked around the room, he slowly brought the gun to his temple.

With one last breath he whispered to words. "I love you, Bella"

With that he pulled the trigger.