A/N: Sorry for the delay, but this chapter was unbelievably hard to write- mostly because it was a filler chapter. I don't really like it but it was necessary. R&R Please!
Chapter Six-
As I raced back to my house I used the few moments that I had to calm myself and go over my plan only to come to the conclusion that I could not truly kill my brothers. If not for the fact that they were already dead, I was outnumbered seven to one and no matter how strong I was nor how afraid they were, I could not take them all at once. So I had come up with a more logical and rational idea… I would kill their stuff.
The house was dark when I entered; they weren't home and unconsciously giving me the time that I needed to carry out my plan. Glancing around the living room my eyes came to rest on their precious wall mounted plasma screen TV. I was beside it in a moment and after gently running my fingers down the smooth surface I smashed my fist through the center. Glass fell to the floor and there were some sparks that flew. I darted up the stairs before tearing through each of my brothers' rooms. I clawed their couches and shredded their posters. T looked as if a hurricane had torn through there. Pleased with my work I decided to relax in my room until they came home. I settled onto the couch in my room and opened one of my books.
About an hour later I heard a knock at the door. We never had visitors so I was down the stairs in a flash and opened the door to reveal the policeman from earlier. The shock must have registered on my face because he gave his apologies for disturbing me but asked if he might have a moment of my time. I thought about inviting him inside but decided against it when I remembered the broken TV in the living room and stepped out on the porch.
"Is there a problem sir?" I asked in my most innocent voice.
"No, no none at all. I was just wondering if you might answer some questions for me." His tone was formal but I thought I could hear some desperation behind it. I shook my head of the thought and gave my consent.
"There had been a Missing Persons report filed for an eighteen year old girl. She disappeared a few months back. Her name was Isabella Swan." He stated. If possible, my face became paler. It suddenly became harder to swallow and I felt dizzy. Oblivious to my discomfort the officer continued.
"The man who filed it was the Police Chief of the Forks Police Force. A man named Charlie Swan." He looked up at me to see if I was following and I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. "He was her father and when she didn't come home after an evening out. They found her truck crashed off the side of the road, but the body wasn't found. He had been searching for her ever since." His tone became desperate as he continued with the report. "Recently he and his ex wife have given up the search, but I know Charlie and this has been tearing him apart, he still thinks his daughter is out there but-" I had to stop him from continuing before I broke into sobs.
"Sir," I spoke lowly so that he could not hear the emotion in my voice. "What has this got to do with me?"
"Oh!" his voice croaked. "It's just you look so much like the picture that he had sent out. I was hoping that you might…" He trailed off not trusting himself to finish.
"You thought that I might be Isabella?" I whispered and he nodded his head. "I'm sorry sir. But, I-I'm not who you are looking for."
He nodded his head and began to walk away. "I am sorry for disturbing you Miss." He walked slowly back to his cruiser and I watched as he drove off and turned the corner before collapsing to my knees.
Charlie.
I hadn't thought how my disappearance might affect him. I was all that he had and now he was alone. Who would be there to take care of him? I never thought of how he had been these months, I had refused to remember- and now. I was selfish! For the past three months I had only been thinking about myself. Never once had I thought about what this must have done to my parents- Renee had Phil but Charlie had… no one.
The pain that I had been hiding from all these months hit me like a ton of bricks. I don't know how long I sat there sobbing on the porch with no tears to shed. I stared off into the darkness not focusing on anything when my mind came to a decision.
I had to see him. If only to make sure he was ok.
I stood up from my position on the porch and I ran. I ran all night with one destination in mind. Forks. My own personal Hell. The place where I had met my angel, the place where I had fallen in love, the place where I had met my best friend, and the place where I had lost everything. I knew that there was nothing left for me there, but I just had to check on Charlie. If only to see for myself that he was still alive. I stopped only once in the night to hunt, just to be safe, and the sun was low in the sky when the forest around me grew familiar. Soon I was traveling along the trail that led to the edge of the woods that surrounded the house. I stood waiting and watching from my hiding place among the trees. I didn't have to wait long before a familiar figure emerged from the house. My heart lurched when I saw Charlie lock up the house and slowly walk to his cruiser. He was dressed nicer than usual, wearing black slacks and a white dress shirt. His hair looked as if he had actually combed it but something in his expression held my attention. He had dark circles under his eyes that hinted at little sleep and he looked close to breaking. I felt guilt well up inside of me and I couldn't help but release a sob.
Using my invisibility I followed him to a clearing outside of the church. Confused, I watched as he exited the car and walked to an area with chairs spread out and a podium towards the front. There was a man whom I can only assume to be the priest and Charlie approached him and shook hands. The priest asked him how he was holding up and Charlie just shook his head before a few tears escaped his eyes. Then it hit me.
This was my funeral.
I was too stunned to move so I just stood there and watched as cars began to pull up and people I recognized from my human life exited the cars and began to take their seats. As more people began to arrive I moved off towards the edge of the forest, close enough so that I could listen, but far enough away so that if I ended up sobbing I couldn't be heard. Out of sight I lowered my invisibility and watched my funeral commence from a distance.
I listened as the minister spoke about how my death was a loss and that I would be dearly missed, but that I would want everyone to be happy, and that was true if only Charlie could move on. There were some people shedding tears and I could even see Jacob and Billy sitting by Charlie and comforting him as best they could. I tuned out the minister and watched as Charlie choked back tears. If possible, my dead heart was being broken once more. I couldn't handle seeing Charlie like that and although I knew it was cowardly I had to get out of there or risk running up to him and telling him that I was alive- sort of. But I couldn't do that without giving him and everyone else a heart attack and risk exposing myself. A slight breeze blew past me blowing a few strands of my hair in my face.
"Goodbye Charlie." I whispered softly, knowing that he could not hear me. I turned away from my funeral and turning invisible, I made my way back home.
I was too distracted to notice seven vampires whip their heads in my direction.
