Charlie Swan was arrested and indicted with charges on child abuse, neglect, domestic abuse, and murder.
He won't be leaving prison.
The town, in the face of this, is glad to know he is behind bars where he can never harm another soul again.
But they face another tragedy.
The death of Isabella Marie Swan.
She passed in the arms of her best friend and the man she loved two days after the man who caused her pain was sent away.
Bella Swan did not get to see her abuser be put away.
But she died knowing she would see her sweet mother once again.
On the day of her funeral most, if not all, of the town is in attendance. Standing in place for her family is Alice and Edward with their parents, Carlisle and Esme Cullen. Alice can't seem to stop her tears and she's shaking with sobs.
Edward, he can't seem to let himself cry.
His tears, though they burn within his eyes, won't fall.
The 'it' group of Forks High is there, standing in the second row. Their share equal looks of sadness and their tears are almost offensive. After all, hadn't they been the ones to spread rumors about Bella? The ones who gossiped behind her back because her clothes were far too simple? Her hair a mess?
Because all she wore were long sleeve shirts?
But now, with that in their memories, they know they failed. They know now why she hid herself behind clothes far too baggy for her, too warm even for a day that warranted a short sleeve shirt. Guilt is all they feel and they will remember this day for the rest of their lives.
For mocking someone so helpless when all she needed was help.
Angela Webber is crying softly and when she hugs Alice, they fall apart together.
The only true friends Bella had in a world that had been far too cruel to her.
When they visit her casket to see her one last time, Alice and Angela approach her together. They squeeze her cold hands crossed over her chest. Bella looks angelic.
Her brown hair is arranged around her face and she bares little makeup. Alice knew how much Bella detested the stuff and now she knew why. It hid her bruises from them.
As Edward steps up to her, the last person left, pain pierces his heart. She's frozen in time; Seventeen.
She will never age, never graduate to attend college. Never leave this ridiculous town and be free to travel. Never to have a family of her own.
He touches her hair gently and places a kiss on her cold lips.
And then he closes the casket, printing one last image of her in his mind.
She had been perfect and he was never going to forget that.