Carlisle POV
It had been a very quiet and somber flight to Seattle. None of us really knew what to say. The loss was too great, too much. But I knew that they would all be look to me for guidance through this. They would be look to me for support. But I was at a loss. I had seen Bella as one of my daughters, Loved and cherished. But now she was gone and there was nothing I could do now. If only I had fought harder against Edward's wishes, if only I had put my foot down, if only...if only. I was brought back to the present when the pilot's voice came over the planes PA system announcing our decent into Seattle.
Once we were all off the plane I pulled everyone into a corner and away from the foot traffic. "Esme, Alice and I will go to Charlie's and see what we can find out. He most likely does not know what has happen yet. It might be a few days before we can make our return known. I rest of you should return to the house for now. We will call when we find out anything" With a nod we parted. After receiving our rental car we began the drive back to Forks.
By the time we reach the town limits it was close to 10pm and the streets were all but deserted. We made out way down the familiar streets and I could not help think of the last time I drove down these streets. How happy and content life was then. Its amazing how some much can change in 5 short months. Once we turn on to Bella's street I force myself to think about the task at hand. I decide that it is best if we park a few blocks away from Charlie's house and run the rest of the way.
Once we arrive at the house I notice that both Bella's truck and Charlie's Police cruiser are both gone. I look to Alice, but all she says is "I can not see where Charlie is right now, I cant see much of anything" The tone of her voice it flat and no longer it's exuberant self. I watch Alice as she approaches the front door and uses a key that is hidden above the door frame to open the door. Once we are all inside I scan the room. Everything looks normal at first, but then I start to see things that look a bit off. The couch looks as if it has been slept on heavily and is set up as a bed. It smelt of Charlie. As I look around the living room, Esme goes to the kitchen as Alice goes up stairs. "It is a mess in here, there is dirty dishes and trash everywhere. Bella would never let the kitchen get like this. She is...was always so clean" Esme says to me with a bit of a sob.
"Esme, Carlisle..." Alice calls out to us and we run up stairs to where she is. She is standing in front of Bella's room, looking through the open door. I peer over hear head to see the room. It is a mess. The floor is littered with clothing and what looks like a multitude of shattered cd's. "Whats has happened here?" I say. As I enter the room I can smell the distinct salty odor of tears. She has been crying enough to permeate the room with the salty smell. If my heart still beating it would be breaking right now. "Lets see what we can find" I say. I head over to her closet while Alice goes to look at her computer and Esme tries to start picking up the clothing off of the floor.
As I open her closet I notice with a frown that there is another pile of broken cd's laying on the floor of the closet and what looks like some sort of electrical device. It's wiring cut and curling away from the main device. After a moment I recognize it as the sound system that Emmett had given Bella for her birthday. It looks as is she had pried it out.
"Carlisle!" Esme sobs out my name. I run over to her to see what was wrong. She had been picking up Bella's clothing and had opened one of her dresser drawers and found something horrible. A blood stained razor blade. I picked it up and smelled it, it was defiantly Bella's blood. I looked back at Esme and she had a devastated look on her face. Dropping the blade on the floor I wrapped my arms around her. I could not help but think that this was all our fault, us leaving had led to this.
I held Esme for several minutes until I heard a gasp come from Alice. We turned to see Alice looking at what looked like some emails on Bella's computer. "What is it Alice?" Esme says. "She...she tried to email me. Hundreds of times." Alice says. "I thought you canceled your email account" I say "I did, but she still tried. She tried to tell me what was going on with her, what she was going through. But she could not reach me. If I had just emailed her once or called her maybe...maybe she would still be..." Alice starts sobbing before she can finish what she was going to say. We all just stood there, frozen in out grief.
Suddenly in the distant I could hear what sounded like Bella's old truck approaching the house. We listen as it slows and eventually stops in front of the house. After loudly idling for a moment the engine cuts with a loud bang. Once the engine was off I could hear the muffled sounds of a conversation coming from the truck, but I can not make out what is being said or who it was talking. It was not until we heard the sound of a door being opened and slammed shut then followed but the opening and closing of another door that we could make out what was being said.
"If not me, you need to talk to someone. Just look at yourself, this is not healthy" said a husky male voice "I SAID DROP IT" The female voice was so familiar but off at the same time. "Bella..." The male voice said with a plea. We all looked at each other wide eyed, shes alive. Bella's alive, I could feel the hope building up within me as we continued to listen "I said NO, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" We can hear Bella shout followed by the opening and then slamming of the front door. None of us had moved, we were frozen in shock, Bella was alive!
Moments later we could here sobs coming from down stairs. Alice was the first to move. In a flash she was standing at the top of the stair case looking down. Both Esme and I followed. Looking down we could see the huddled form of Bella against the door. Her head was buried in knees and she was crying loudly. I watch as Alice makes her way down two steps and say "Bella!..." We watch as Bella whips here head up at our direction; her sobs stopping instantly, her eye going large. Even in the darkens I can tell that there is something wrong with her. She looks sickly.