Chapter 8
Charlie's POV
She's gone………
My baby girl is dead.
She died three days ago.
I lost her when she was only young… so young… I should have been given the chance to see her grow up… to see her fall in love… to see her get married… to walk her down the aisle… to see my grand kids…
I should have had the chance to do so much more with her. So much more.
Renee took her away from me and I thought that I would never see her again………… she never really seemed to want to be with me… then she came and lived with me…..
That was the best day of my life… to realise that she actually … loved me… I guess that's the only way to explain it. She wanted to some here… her mum didn't make her… Phil didn't make her……. She wanted to be here.
I thought this is my chance, this is it… I have her with me… I can finally make up for never being there for her when she needed me to be. I could prove just how much I truly cared for her… how much I wanted her and needed her to be a part of my life.
I finally had the chance.
Then Edward came.
She was always with him… always talking about him… always dreaming about him. I never let on that I knew but she also spent the nights with him. I heard them talking.
I never said anything because I knew just how much she loved him…
He was such a sensible boy I always thought that he would never hurt her… but then he did.
I honestly thought that I would loose her then…
For a year it was like she wasn't even alive… she was a zombie… she was there in person but you could just see in her eyes that… that she wasn't truly with you… her eyes were always so far away… like she had just withdrawn into herself, imagining another world.
But then she came back… I guess you could say that. She talked, she laughed and she ate.
But then he came along.
Mat.
I should have done something, anything to get her to stay away from him but I didn't want to push her further away… she wasn't open to logic… to reasoning. She wanted what she wanted and she wasn't going to hear a word against it.
God I was so stupid.
He hurt her.
From what could be seen at the … car crash… it was obvious that something fishy had happened.
The vehicles were examined and there were scrapes along the sides of both vehicles. The colour of Mat's van had transferred to Bella's truck. From the looks of it… he rammed her off the road.
He put her in hospital.
She was in a coma for so long. I thought she wasn't going to wake up. But then she did. She was alive and the doctors had said that she would make a full recovery. I sat with her for ages. I refused to leave her side.
But then Alice made me so I left her to get her some things to make her more comfortable.
I was on my way back when I got the call.
She had been attacked by Mat once again but this time … this time she didn't make it through.
He killed my little girl.
We couldn't throw him in jail straight away as he was still being treated.
Two days they had said.
Two days and then the bastard could be locked behind bars.
But something happened.
He hit his head some how and he slipped into a coma. The doctors say that his brain is virtually dead… that he will never wake up.
The bastard will never be punished.
I can't help my daughter one last time.
I failed.
I couldn't protect her.
I can't believe she is gone.
I only just got her back and I have lost her already.
I don't know what to do.
The house is so quiet and empty without her.
I can't bring myself to go into her room. It smells just like her… her book is still open to the page she was reading… I can't see the title... I don't want to go in to check though… it would be like trespassing… this is her room… I didn't go in when she was alive… why should that change now? I don't want to snoop through her stuff… her bed is still messed up from the last time she slept in it.
I never knew it… that with just one life gone… It would be like losing everything… I needed her so much… I never realised just how lonely I was before she came until she would leave me… even if just for the night… I needed her more than I ever realised. I relied on her for food… for grocery shopping… for… for everything. Maybe I put to much on her but she always wanted to… it seemed if I took it away from her… she wouldn't be happy… she wanted to take care of me and I loved her more than she will ever know for doing that for me… she was all I had left.
I don't think I can keep going when I know that my angel will never walk back through that door.
Despite knowing that she is gone, I keep listening for her truck to pull into the driveway, for the sound of keys in the lock and for her to say, 'Dad, I'm home.'
I never knew just how much I needed to hear that before realising that I would never, ever hear it again.
The funeral is soon…
I don't know how I can cope.
People have already started to come over with food and their commiserations.
I don't let them in.
I can't hear people saying that she is in a better place now… the better place is here, with me, not somewhere that I am not even sure exists.
I want my baby back.
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A/N ok I know it is mean to do this after a cliff hanger like the one I left before but I needed to have Charlie in there. He had gone missing and I needed him to come back in for my plot line to work. Hope you enjoyed the little glimpse into his mind.
Please R&R.
