Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer's owns all rights to Twilight.

So this is my new story and I'm very excited about it. I have 5 chapters written so far and have outlined this to be about 21 total.

Chapter 1

Charlie's POV

I don't remember much of the moment I left them. The doctor's told them I didn't feel pain, they said it was fairly quick, which was a blessing given the circumstances.

I had gone to the diner for lunch, the vessel popped suddenly. I was gone by the time I hit the ground.

They had rushed me to the hospital. No one wanting to pronounce the Chief of Police DOA.

Dead on Arrival.

I always thought if those words would be associated with me it would be after a break-in and the assailant got a good damn shot in.

That wasn't the way for me though. It turns out my high blood pressure, the only part of me that could be identified as unhealthy is what did me in. However not in the traditional sense. The doctor's said I developed a cerebral aneurysm that hemorrhaged and started bleeding fairly quickly into my brain. The only symptom that I had was the onset of frequent headaches that I developed a few weeks ago.

Regardless I never saw it coming, never got a chance to talk to my children one last time. Never got the chance to tell them goodbye or remind them of my love.

There's a flag resting on the black box that is holding my body. Friends and supporters through the years gather around my three, offering comfort.

I see them now, all dawned in black and holding tears back. The oldest in the middle, dwarfed in height by the younger two.

One is angry, one is sad and the last and the smallest is trying to hold the two storms surrounding her at bay.

I can see her eyes, she knows she needs to be the pillar. I can see the fear of that responsibility laying heavy on her heart. She doesn't know her own strength, she'll find it though and the three will survive but most importantly they will live.

I was a fairly young man when I passed and had a full life, a happy life for the most part.

My parents were loving but hard. They pushed me to be the best, but not beyond my limits. They reigned me in when my wild side got the better of me.

I had just graduated high school and had the world at my feet. With my high school sweetheart by my side supporting and loving me I joined the police academy. Within a month we found out she was expecting and further along then we initially thought. We married quickly and found a small house.

My daughter, my little Bella, was born on September 13, 1985. She was two months early, but she was a fighter. Looking at her when she was in the incubator squeezing my finger she let me know she would be fine, she would live and she would love.

Renee didn't go to the hospital often when our daughter was still there. She wasn't built for that type of discomfort. I went though, every day and all day. I worked the night shift and on my meal break I would go see her. She needed to k now she is loved, she needed to know that all the fight she was putting into her little body would be worth it in the end.

Our small family had some difficult times after my little Bella came home. Renee worked during the day and I at night, sleep became a foreign concept to me, but I would not trade it for the world.

My love left us for a time, but returned as I knew she would. She needed to be free for a moment and spread her wings. She came back though, she came back for us both.

She never told me where she went or what she did. I asked once, but she said I wouldn't want to know. I left it at that, she was back and that is what mattered.

A few years passed and I established myself on our town's police force. My little Bella was seven when her first brother came into our lives.

Jasper was a devil and mischief was his life. Bella helped my wife and we were able to sustain our now expanded family.

While she tried to hide it, I could see the fire and need in Renee's eyes. She wanted to bolt, but she stayed and she loved as best she could.

Soon Jasper was a hellion of a toddler and Emmett made his presence known. Jasper calmed and took the role of protector over his brother. My little Bella took on the role of mother to them.

Renee left four weeks after Emmett graced us. She waited until Bella came home from school and said she needed something at the store. She didn't come back this time.

There was a simple note on what was our bed

I couldn't stay

No other reason given, and no apology.

I didn't need to tell Bella. She just knew and she took care of us. It was such a large responsibility to be put on a eleven year old's shoulders. She didn't complain though, she just did.

The divorce and parental rights were terminated as the defendant never contested the motions. In reality I had to advertise the two motions in newspapers because I never knew where she went.

We survived though.

Bella went to school and became a nurse. She worried for us though, always checking in to make sure we were surviving. After her first month of college and her returning every weekend I put a stop to that. We had robbed her of her childhood, I wanted her to live. That's always been my wish for my children.

Jasper had just started his senior year of high school and Emmett his freshman.

One ending an era and the other beginning his.

So as I watched them lower my body into the ground to my final resting place I thought of the first chapter book I read with Bella. Little Women. In reality she read and I listened and helped her with some of the more difficult words, she was only five at the time.

Beth said "Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy."

Regardless I left them though, too soon.