Outtake
Charlie.
I got a phone call from Edward this morning, and he sounded worried about Bella. We were all worried about her. I thought after the day she shot Tyler she would be okay, but I was wrong. He asked me if I could call her and talk to her. I knew she would be pissed at Edward and me. Edward had been there for Bella.
He told me Bella didn't want to get help. I knew it wasn't like her not to get better. Bella was my only daughter, and I would do anything for her. The two things that bothered me was that she hadn't eaten or talked to him. Bella used to stop by to see Sue and me.
I told Edward I would do my best to talk her into speaking to someone outside of the family. I had a break in twenty minutes, so it would give me a chance to call her. I didn't know if I would be any help, but I would try.
When I was on break, I took my cell phone out of the drawer and dialed her phone. It surprised me when she answered it on the second ring.
"Hi Dad, I knew it would be you," Bella answered.
"Hello, sweetheart, how are you?" I asked, looking at the files.
"I'm okay, you and Sue?" she answered.
"Are you lying?" I asked.
"No, Dad, I am not," she answered, as her tone changed.
"Don't you lie," I muttered, sitting back.
"Fine. No, I am not," she whined.
"Why don't you get some help?" I asked.
"Tell me Edward asked you to call," she cried.
"Bells, please do it for us," I pleaded.
"I am not going to talk to some shrink!" she yelled, as she hung up the phone on me.
Why Bella? This isn't you, please go get help. I did try to talk to her. Wishing she would do it for your safety. Do I call Edward or not?
He would understand, but what do we do now? Who can get her to agree to go? Edward told me his friend was a psychiatrist. He told me we could trust him.
Edward told me he was worried about her because he was scared she would try to hurt herself. The way it was going, she was doing exactly that, by not talking or doing anything. I had a few extra minutes to spare, so instead of calling Edward, I called Emmett; maybe he could help. I knew he wouldn't be able to answer, but I would leave him a message.
I dialed his cell phone and waited for his voicemail to answer. My heart started to beat faster. His phone rang six times before his voicemail picked up.
You have reached Pvt. Swan and I can't answer your call. Please leave a message and I will get back to you.
"Emmett, it's Dad. We need your help with trying to get Bella to agree to get help. We think she would listen to you, so if you have spare time, write or email her. Thanks. Take care, son."
After I hung up the phone, I gathered my things and went home to be with Sue. All we wanted was to have the old Bella back.