A/N: Hai, I'm Shadoe and since I have to put a disclaimer and my fiancee insists I do here it is: Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, its plot, or characters. Those all belong to the gifted S. Meyer. I do however own my plot, my characters, and the little differences I make to S. Meyers characters.

Charlie's POV

Ever since Edward moved, Bella has been like a zombie. She barely eats and what little sleep she gets is plagued with nightmares that wake us both. Renee and I have discussed getting her professional help but we aren't sure if that is what she needs right now. Maybe she just needs to get away for a bit. This decision is for the best.

"Bella?" I knock on her door gently before stepping in. She is the the same place she always is. Laying in bed staring blankly at the ceiling. If she isn't in school, she's in bed. I quietly drag her desk chair to her bedside. I don't want to jostle her in this state.

"Bella... Tomorrow is the beginning of winter break. Your mother and I have spoken about your condition and we think its best that you get away. You're spending break with your mother." I sigh.

"No..." She rasps.

"Bella, you're going." I say firmly.

"But... he may... come." I can barely hear the whispers.

"Honey, he may never come back. I know that hurts but seeing you like this hurts worse. I'm going to get your shake. Do you need help packing?" I ask, rising from the chair. She nods.

"Who? Angela?" Another nod on her part. I nod and make my way down stairs. I grab the phone and dial Pastor Weber's number.

"Hello?" His soothing voice answers.

"Hello, Pastor. This is Chief Swan. Could I talk to Angela real quick?" I ask.

"Of course. One moment." Muffled noises echo in the background before Angela takes the phone.

"Charlie? Is something wrong with Bella?" She asks worriedly.

"She's still the same. She wants to know if you'd like to help her pack? She's leaving for her mothers tomorrow." I say awkwardly.

"Oh... How long will she be gone?"

"Just over break. She may just need to get away." I sigh.

"I'll be there soon. See you then." The phone clicks. She must really wanna help Bells. With that taken care of I grab the Boost protien shake and a straw before going back to Bella's room. I enter to find her staring straight at the door, the bags beneath her eyes are overly pronounced and her cheeks seem sunken in. If I ever see that Cullen boy again he's going to regret hurting my little girl. I set the shake down on the nightstand and prop Bella up against her pillows. She feels so light, like a breeze could break her. Now to feed Bella and wait for Angela.