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Ah, a new year. Chief Charlie Swan found himself thinking as he sat down in his acidic yellow recliner. With a cold beer in hand, he took the remote control and started flipping through channels.
The Office… flip
How I met your mother… flip
Channel thirteen ABC… perfect.
Every year after a long day at work, busting drunk drivers, and kids who thought because it was New Year's, they could steal party streamers, he would come home, order pizza, grab a chilled beer from the freezer, and relax in his recliner, where he would proceed to watch the little children, and newscasters, and happy lovers in Time Square.
This year was different though, for two reasons. One, he had his daughter. And two, his daughter was dead. Not literally, but she might as well been. Bella was like a zombie. A hollowed out ice cream container. A pizza box without the pizza. The most important part of her had been ripped away, and all that was life, was what Edward Cullen had left over.
Charlie almost hissed thinking of the name. That fateful day, Edward had brought Bella out to the forest and didn't physically hurt her, but emotionally, verbally. And sometimes that hurts the most. Charlie thought, remembering the day Renee had told Charlie that she didn't love him anymore, and took his only daughter away from him. Charlie had never stopped loving her, and hoping that she would still have some grain of love, even lust for him, and come back.
But that had never happened, and Charlie had to move on. Besides, the body of Bella was back. Even though she wasn't really here, and it hurt Charlie to think of what she was going through, it was enough to see her everyday. But just barely.
Well, it's a new year Charlie. He thought to himself. Maybe Bella will be better. Dr. Gerandy was supposed to come over soon to make sure she wasn't sick. No matter how many times he was here, Charlie couldn't help to think that he missed something. He knew she had loved Cullen, but he didn't know she was that hung up about him.
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Right on time, almost like clockwork, the first sound that his daughter let out for the new year, was a scream. A blood- curdling, bone- chilling, hair- raising scream. Charlie jumped, spilling a little bit of beer on his hand and on the recliner, and set the glass container on a stray coaster. He bounced up from the chair, ever ready to rid his daughter of the nightmare that had come to visit them every night since him. Since he left her.
Charlie's words as he took the steps two- by- two, were simultaneous with the stomps on the wood.
"Damn you Cullen. Damn you." He snarled before opening the door lightly to face what his daughter was going through, and see a different version of himself almost fifteen years ago.