A/N: Sorry everyone my brother was in the hospital...so you know how it goes well anyway...here's chappie 6: Seeing my mother.

Decode (Acoustic), Paramore

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Sunday. Gladly we didn't have church. Instead, we went to my mother's grave like I asked. We pulled into the cemetery, watching all of the headstones pass by us slowly. He parked and we got out, returning a wave to the owner of the place, Peter.

"Come to see Renee?" he asked.

My Dad shook his head. "No actually...Bella is. Today's her birthday."

Mr. Peter looked at me and smiled. He bent down to my level and softly placed a hand on my shoulder. "This was what you asked for?" I just nodded. He chuckled sadly. "Boy I tell ya, you were always a good kid. How old are you now?"

"Ten," I said softly.

"Wow, you're growing up big, Bella," he said, trying to sound enthusiastic. All of the adults did that. Try to encourage you, when they're really don't care.

"That wasn't funny, Mr. Peter. It's not fun getting older, and it's not fun coming here to a bunch of dead people. I'm not five anymore. Please stop treating me like it."

I turned on my heel and walked to the direction of my mother's grave. I heard them picking up conversation in the back. What Mr. Peter did wasn't funny. I know he wouldn't do that to my Dad, talking to him like a five year old. All of a sudden, it made me feel un-special.

I walked slowly to the bronze headstone with my mother's picture on it. We took it while she was laughing; a joke my Dad told us just before I was left with Mr. Peter so they could go to the Motorcycle Convention...or something like that. But that was while they were driving when the accident happened.

I smiled sadly at the picture though. With her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth wide open in a big smile. She looked so happy and at peace with the world at that moment.

Above that it said, "A Mother, a sister, and a wife," and below that it stated her full name: Renee Higgenbotham Swan. It was always kind of funny to me, because she never had a middle name...or I just never knew if she had one.

Below her picture had how long she been alive. You know, what year she was born and what year she died. 1967 – 2005.

"Mom," I started, but I sighed and broke down on my knees and cried. It was so much to handle, so much to talk about and she wasn't here. I just wish I was down there with her, dead with her, so I could still be with her.

But I can't.

ChPOV

She turned on her heel quickly, and walked to Renee's grave. I felt so sorry for the kid, losing her mother only when she's six.

"She's just a little upset," I reassured Peter quickly.

He shook his head, disagreeing with me. "I'm worried about her, Charles. She's like a granddaughter to me. I can't let her break down. I've known her since she was born, and you know I love her."

I sighed and bowed my head. He was there when Renee had Bella. Just a couple of good friends, you know? "Yeah Peter. I can't stand seeing her like this. It almost makes me die a little inside." I watched as she slowly approached the grave, and she smiled. I smiled. Peter smiled.

He patted my shoulder. "You're doing good, son. She looks very happy that she's here to see her smile again." He chuckled and said, "Boy that joke you told was a killer, Charles. I remember that day as clear as water."

Just in our twenties; that's the way we loved it. I kissed again, and yet again, and she giggled. I was crazy in love with this woman. I don't know how I could let her go.

"Daddy, Daddy, tell the joke again!" Bella exclaimed. My little six year old, adorable, Bella. You'd think she was about sixteen by the way she cooks!

"Okay, okay," I said, chuckling. "Knock, knock."

"Who's there?" Bella and Renee asked anxiously. I heard Peter laughed in the kitchen behind us.

"You."

"You who?"

"Yoohoo!" I tried to say in a sing song way, but my voice broke. Declaring that I couldn't sing. Renee threw her head back and started laughing. That's when Peter snapped a picture of her. The old man loved snapping pictures of random things that turned out beautiful. He took one of Bella also, in the same state her mother was in.

Peter turned his camera off, chuckling. "I hope you didn't get one of me, Peter."

"Oh trust me, I did." He raised his eyebrows, and my jaw fell. He laughed too, almost falling back in his chair. "No! Dammit, Charlie I wouldn't do that. You would break the lens before I even think about it."

"Haha," I said sarcasticly.

"No seriously, go have fun at the Harley Davidson Convention. Be safe. You too Renee. You both are young and wreckless after all. They should've named that soap opera The Young of the Wreckless. That's what they are."

"Yes Peter, we will be safe." She walked over to Bella and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "You behave for Mr. Peter, okay?"

She nodded her little head. "Okay Mommy. Love you." She gave her a big hug, and then came over to me and hugged me around the waist. "Love you Daddy."

The way she said that almost make my heart burst. "Love you too, kid." I tussled her hair, and she giggled. She always loved it when I do that. "Well we gotta get going. Later Peter."

"Bye Peter," Renee said, and then she waved.

"Bye the both of you. Remember, be careful."

"Always am," Me and Renee said at the same exact time. We chuckled and walked out of the house, closing the door behind us.

She drew her hood up from under her leather jacket, and then put on her purple helmet. "Are we gonna make it in time? You know I really wanna go. Irina is gonna be there." She hopped on the back of the motorcycle while I put on my shiny, red helmet.

"Yeah I know. I hope we can, though." I got on the motorcycle and revved the engine, then slowly let go of the clutch. As we rode, the bike bucked a little.

"Charlie, did you feel that? What was that?"

Boy I forgot how much she worried, I thought. "Calm down Renee. It's probably just the road."

Then it bucked again, then it kind of jumped. "Charlie! What was that?!"

"Renee it's the road." Then it swerved. Thing everything just went by to fast. I tried to brake, but I couldn't. "I don't know what's wrong with it!" I admitted.

"Char –!"

" –lie!" a voice said, bringing me back to the present. I blinked, dazed by my unconscious but awakened state.

I blinked, and then turned my attention to Peter and Bella. "You alright?" Peter asked with a worried tone and expression. Then I looked at Bella, who was staring at me wide eyed with a frowned up face.

I shook my head. I had to be honest. "No."

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A/N: Hoped you liked it. As you know, Bella's birthday is on September 13th. I just thought you'd like that little entry. So...review? Thnx. x)