So, one morning I woke up, checked my email, and saw that I had THIRTY emails pertaining to this story. I don't know who rec'd it but THANK YOU! And to everyone new; Welcome! I hope you enjoy this chapter.
NOW ON A VERY SOUR NOTE: I also checked my email today and someone named 'CJ - Lady of Gryffindor ' sent me this: "This is the gayest piece of ** I have ever seen in my life. Twilight and
people who like it should all commit suicide"
YEAH! don't believe me? just look in the reviews for this story! I don't know why she would say something so evil, but that's heartless people for ya!
Anyways, honey, if you're reading this, and I KNOW you are; You have been reported. Oh yeah! and we Twilight fans will not commit suicide, because guess what; if we did then we wouldn't be able to see BREAKING DAWN next Friday!
Okay I'm done. enjoy! :)
Bella was pulled back into consciousness by someone persistently tapping her shoulder.
"Bella, honey, wake up." It was Esme. Bella open her eyes and closed them again as the bright lights of a room hurt her eyes.
"Where are we?" Bella said, her voice rough, as she let her eyes adjust to the new light.
"You're at the hospital." Said a deep voice unfamiliar male voice. Bella turned to see a police officer walking towards herself and Esme. "Isabella Swan?" He asked looking between the two ladies. Bella raised her hand cautiously. "Hello, I'm officer Knowlman. I would like to speak with you for a moment."
Bella didn't move; she felt so numb and exhausted. She just stared blankly at the officer who had been watching her expectantly. Esme rubbed Bella's back in what was suppose to be a soothing way, but Bella was in no mood to be comforted. She always knew she shared a special connection with her mother. Renee had died, and now it felt as if Bella were slowly dying. A very slow, painful death.
Esme spoke then, seeing that Bella was in a dazed state. "Can I speak with you for a minute?" Her voice was still rough and trembled because she was still crying, A steady stream of tears pouring down her anxious face. She looked worriedly at Bella before getting up and walking around the corner of the waiting room, with officer Knowlman reluctantly following suit.
Bella could dimly hear them quietly arguing. With all the strength she could muster, Bella got up to walk closer to the corner so she could hear better.
"Sir, I don't think that Bella is ready to deal with-"
"I understand ma'am but the sooner we do this the sooner we can find-"
"No! What you need to understand is, she's just a teenage girl, and she's been going through a rough time already, then her mom is dead, and now you want to tell that Charlie is the one responsible for-"
Bella quickly turned the corner into view. She wasn't sure why, but she suddenly felt angry.
"What are you two talking about? I'm not just a little girl, I'm nearly an adult. And why are you talking about my dad?" Her face was livid, but her voice was monotone.
The two adults stared at her in what she perceived as sympathy, which irritated her all the more.
"Well? Tell me what's going on, I'm strong enough, I can handle it."
It was silent for a long while as Esme regarded Bella, feeling that she'd already had enough baggage to cause her nightmares for a very long time. However, Officer Knowlman's patience was at an end. He took a deep breath and stepped forward putting a hand on Bella's shoulder, (Which she shook off just as quickly.)
"I'm just going to be upfront with you Isabella. As you know, Renee Dwyer was found lying on the floor in you house. She was found with a-"
Bella quickly cut him off. "You say she was found, who found her?"
"Well around five twenty-three P.M, Charlie Swan called the police, stating that his wife was dead. He didn't give any details, he just hung up. When we arrived, Renee Swan was lying on the floor dead. Charlie Swan was no where to be found."
Bella was confuddled. "So what does all this mean?" She asked, looking from officer Knowlman to Esme and back again. Esme looked like she wanted to rip the officer's tongue out of his mouth. Officer Knowlman cautiously continued.
"Renee was found with a dark ring around her neck, like a bruise. Is what I'm describing at all familiar to you, Bella?" Bella shook her head slowly but remained silent. Officer Knowlman continued, looking as if he were trying to solve a complex math problem.
"Bella, have you ever heard, or witnessed Charlie abusing Renee?"
"Why?" Bella asked, her voice laced in suspicion. 'He can't possibly be trying to say what I think he's trying to say.'
"Because as far as we know, Charlie Swan Strangled Renee. Therefore being the cause of her death."
Bella suddenly felt as if she'd been punched in her stomach. "What?" She said in disbelief clutching her stomach. Officer Knowlman tried again.
"Charlie Swan-"
"No, don't say it again!" Bella yelled.
She was at a lost. Just when Bella thought her life couldn't get any more tragic it does.
'Can't honestly say that I'm surprised,' Bella thought bitterly. 'Would've thought the filthy drunk would have more balls than to kill my mother, then flee the goddamn country…coward.' Bella was visibly and violently shaking from the heap of emotions she felt. She didn't know which was stronger; the feeling of deep hatred at Charlie- not dad, or father- for taking away the last good thing in her life, disappointment and anger towards herself for letting everything get this far,( If I'd found a way out of this hell my mother would still be alive right now)
Or maybe it was that horrible feeling of abandonment. 'My mother had just been murdered, by my fath-Charlie only hours ago. I'm not even of age yet, only seventeen.'
Surely she couldn't set out on her own.
"I'm going to a foster home." Bella said numbly.
Esme looked at her in disbelief, astounded that she would come to that conclusion. "You will certainly not be going to a foster home! You're coming home with me, Bella-" Bella wanted to interrupt, but Esme cut her short. "No. Bella, look at me." she said firmly getting down to eye-level with Bella. "You are not alone. Always remember that, do you understand? I know things are rough right now, and it's going to be that way for a while, but we will get through this Bella." Esme wiped the tears from Bella's pale face.
Officer Knowlman, whom looked extremely uncomfortable, spoke up. "Would you like to see Renee before-"
"NO!" Bella almost yelled. She couldn't bear to see her Mother, pale, cold, and lifeless only hours after she'd been killed. That would be Bella's Breaking point.
"Okay." Officer Knowlman said. "If you would just follow me, so that we could ask you a few questions." He steered Bella towards the back of the hospital, where Bella could spot a few more police men talking amongst themselves. Talking about her parents was the last thing Bella wanted to do. Apparently, Esme felt the same way.
"No you don't. Bella's going to come home, now." Officer Knowlman looked highly disapproving, but he wouldn't dare challenge Esme, whose usually soft and quiet being was now gone and replaced by an irritable, lion protective of her cub.
When Bella got to her house she tried to make packing her things as quick as possible. She didn't want to be there. Possible death scenes unwillingly passed through her mind as she stood in her room while Esme got all her things inside of Bella's old suit cases. She broke out in a cold sweat, and tried to calm her self down, nearly hyperventilating.
It wasn't until about ten minutes later that Esme was done and carrying Bella's suit cases down the stairs. Bella was about to leave her room, when something caught her eye. She turned and saw something lying on her pillow. As Bella got closer she saw that it was a locket, her mother's locket that she'd always worn no matter what. It was an antique golden locket necklace that had been passed down from Bella's Grandmother to Renee.
'Why is this here?' She asked herself as she picked it up.
"Bella?" Esme called from downstairs.
Bella quickly put the locket and her pocket and went downstairs.
I hope you enjoyed it! Next we will be meeting the Cullens.
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