I don't own it
By the way, Jacob isn't in this story. He never will be. He and Bella never became friends while Edward was away. So yeah.
I don't own it.
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"Edward, Bella, it's time to go," Carlisle said from the doorway.
Edward took my hand and walked with me to his car.
Bella's Point of View
The viewing was awful. Edward nearly had to rip me away from Charlie's lifeless body. But the viewing was nothing compared to the funeral, which was now over.
The funeral being over signified that everything was final. There was no more denying the fact that my father was dead.
Renee and Phil tried to console me, but nothing could make me feel better; not even Edward.
Everyone was now gone except for Edward and me. He was sitting in a chair watching me as I stood in front of Charlie's closed casket.
"Dad," I whispered through my tears. "How could you do this to me?"
I knew it was stupid to be talking to a dead person, but I couldn't help myself.
"How could you leave me when things were finally starting to get back to normal?" I raised my voice so I was practically yelling now. "We were supposed to do some father-daughter bonding today! I wasn't supposed to be at your funeral!"
Edward walked over to me and put his arms around me. I continued to scream though.
"You are supposed to watch me graduate! You are supposed to be there when I leave for college! You are supposed to walk me down the aisle when I get married!" I was thrashing in Edward's arms by now, but he wouldn't let me go. "How could you do this to me? I loved you!" I grew still and began to cry harder as I whispered, "I love you."
Edward was supporting all of my weight now, trying to hold me up. "And now that you are gone," I said through my tears, "I have no one."
Edward's grip loosened around me, and I almost fell. He caught me though and tightened his grip again.
"I have…no one…dad," I stuttered. Forgetting that Edward was with me, I began talking freely about my feelings. "Edward will only be here…for a short time dad. He is going to leave…me again; I can tell. He doesn't love…me. He is only staying here…because you just died. But mark…my words, he will leave again. Because I am not…going to get better…anytime soon. He won't be able to stand…seeing me so sad, so he…will leave me again." I could hardly talk anymore through my tears. "I am alone," I whispered.
Edward sighed and I whipped around. I had completely forgotten he was here.
"Bella…"
"You heard nothing," I said forcefully.
"But Bella…"
"You heard nothing!" I shouted. I did not ever want to talk about this with Edward. "You heard nothing!"
He nodded in understanding and tried to smile, but I could still see the pain in his eyes.
I turned back to Charlie's casket and placed the single white rose Edward had given me on it.
When I was younger, Charlie and I used to joke around. Whenever one of us said or did something that hurt the other, we would call eachother a 'brat.' I was five; brat was the nastiest word I could think of. It had always stuck.
I leaned into the casket and whispered "Brat." I smiled slightly and added, "The biggest." I kissed the casket and turned around. I looked at Edward's confused expression. He didn't know about Charlie and my inside joke. "Let's go," I said quietly.
He nodded and led me to the car. Once inside, I curled into a ball and fell asleep.
I know it is short, but I wanted to get the funeral out there. So there you go.
And don't go begging for updates. I updated twice yesterday and now twice today. Be happy!
I hope I am getting Bella's emotions right. Things are happening in my life right now that are causing me to feel awful, so I am taking my feelings and putting them into Bella. I hope they are the right feelings.
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