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-Chapter 11-

Alice's POV

After I left the room where Edward and Bella was, I waited in the waiting room. I couldn't help but feel a little giddy with them being alone together. I also had to fight the strong urge to eavesdrop on their conversation. But I fought it back but was still anxious to know what they will be talking about. By this time, my imagination was running wild and I had a lot of mixed conclusions forming in my over-active imagination.

For one, they could be talking about how much they love each other! I mean, it was obvious to everyone that they were totally and completely in love with each other. You can even see it in their eyes when they touch or even just look at each other! They held such compassion. Well, I guess not everyone saw it. Lauren Mallory and that fake blond chick Jessica Stanley, the two cheerleaders that tried to crush my dreams but were unsuccessful, thought that Edward only did that to make THEM jealous. Unbelievable, isn't it? They would flirt continuously with him but Edward would always shut them down.

I shivered in disgust at the thought of my brother dating one of those gross girls. Ugh. Jessica and Lauren are the sluts of Forks.

I forced myself in to thinking of something different. Charlie.

I know, it's kind of weird of thinking about my best friend's father but I was really concerned for him! I mean, he was like my second father. He was more than my father than Dr Cullen ever was. He always let me stay over when I wanted to and boy, was he ever thankful for me helping Bella when she was very sick and couldn't even bathe herself. He was practically thanking me for days! And I couldn't blame him either. What a nightmare that could have been for him.

Charlie must be exhausted after working so hard these past few weeks. With his daughter going missing and such, it has put a toll on him. He's mentally and emotionally drained. He doesn't even look like he eats anymore - let alone sleep! With those dark rings countouring his eyes and the hollow cheeks. I would say he hasn't slept for more than three hours each night or eating more than a meal a day! Poor Charlie.

I wonder if he knew that they found Bella. Man, she has got some explaining to do, too. I keep thinking and trying to play out how they found her and got her out. And what she did, too. This was a puzzle that is yet to be put together. But eventually, after she has her moment with Edward and once he gets out of that too-clean and bleach smelling room, she would start explaining.

Huh. Maybe I should go check on Charlie and see if he's okay and bring him some news. He should know though, being the Chief of Police and all.

I stood up and told the reception's desk lady where I was headed in case someone needed me and I was out of that hospital in a flash. I stumbled with the keys and headed towards my car. I unlocked it, hopped in and forced the keys into the ignition and raced down the empty roads.

Within minutes, I was in front of the Swan Residence. With a smile plastered on my face, I skipped to the front door and rung the doorbell.

I waited for a couple of seconds and didn't hear any footsteps behind the door. I frowned, thinking that he might be sleeping. But I heard someone curse and it sounded a whole lot like Charlie. I rung the doorbell for a second time and realized the door was unlocked.

As Charlie told me many times, 'You are welcome in anytime you like. You don't even have to ring the doorbell or even call us! Drop in anytime you like.' So, fearlessly, I pushed the door open.

I entered the house and called, "Charlie?"

I heard scuffling in the kitchen and went to investigate.

My plastered smile immediately left my face. With a gun glued to his right hand and pointed directly at his temple, was Charlie Swan.

"NO! CHARLIE!" He looked up at me suddenly with wide, terrified eyes and dropped the gun on the counter.

Luckily, it didn't go off.

"Charlie, what are you doing?" I asked, my heart beating a thousand miles a minute.

He stared down at the tiled floors and ran a hand through his hair.

"Caught," He muttered.

"Red handed," I added.

A moment of silence went by and I didn't know how to react.

"Charlie, what were you doing with a gun pointed at your head?!" I cried, my voice reaching octaves higher than usual.

"There's no point to life anymore," He murmured, staring blankly out through the window.

"What are you talking about?" I whispered lightly.

"I have no reason to live anymore," He stated simply.

"Yes, Charlie, you do. You have so many things left in your life to accomplish. Don't kill yourself," I felt tears dwell up in my eyes.

"My only daughter is GONE!" He yelled directly at me, I flinched. "Face it, Alice. It's been weeks... she's gone. I'll never be able to see her ever again. Might as well just kill myself. That way I can be with her."

The tears streaked my cheeks and I stepped forward and attempted to reach out to Charlie but he backed away.

"Please don't touch me," He whimpered. He was like a little kid.

"Charlie..." My voice came out rasp. "Bella's not dead."

His head whipped up and he stared intently into my eyes. His chocolate coloured eyes were now black. He was sick. Physically.

"What do you mean?" He asked sternly.

"They found her. They found Bella." I choked out, fighting back the tears.

"No they didn't!" He bellowed, reaching into the sink for his gun.

"NO DON'T!" I screamed, and tackled him.

He wasn't that strong, considering his state and I managed to pry the gun out of his hand before he can pull the trigger. I held the gun tightly and rested my finger on the trigger. I stuck my arm out and pointed it at his face. I never knew I would be holding a gun.

Especially towards Charlie Swan.

He fell to his knees in surrender. His head in his hands, sobbing. I've never seen him so torn and broken. He never shows this much emotion.

"End me, Alice. Take my life. I want to be with my daughter," He cried, avoiding my stare.

"I will not end your life, Charlie." I muttered, balancing the gun right next to his ear so that if I accidentally shoot, it wouldn't be aimed at his face.

"Please..." He whispered and fell to the ground.

"Bella's not dead!" I tried to reason, frustrated. The tears were soaking my shirt.

"She's dead... Alice... she is." He said between sobs.

"She's at the hospital right now with Edward!" I confessed, kneeling down, still pointing the gun at him.

"YOU'RE A LIAR!" He got up and pushed me down, trying to grab the gun.

With my heart racing fast and my mind clouded with fear, I did what any person with a gun would have done in such chaos.

I fumbled with the gun and didn't think of where I was aiming it. I pulled the trigger.

With a loud shot and a scream escaping my throat, I watched as Charlie fell back down to his knees and looked at me with shock. I dropped the gun and covered my face in masked horror. I felt pain seeping through my entire body and pulling at my every nerve ending. The pain started to grow near my chest. Then... the pain started to spread. It was like fire burning my core. My heart was racing and my mind was cloudy.

Before I slipped into unconsciousness, I heard a very familiar voice and a slam of the door.

"ALICE!"