A/N: Sorry, this is short, but I'll explain at the end of the chapter...
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything
Have you ever been in a car accident? I mean a BIG one? One where you hit a wall and the back of the car literally on top of the front of the car? Well, I was.
We hit the wall with an ear splitting crunch. I had held my hands up instinctively and Edward had his body in front of me. After we hit the wall, I opened my eyes.
"Edward?" I asked, looking around. The metal was dented with an imprint of my arms.
"Are you okay?" I heard Edward mumble from my lap.
"I'm fine. What do we do?" I asked, not sure what to do. At least the car didn't catch on fire, if it had, we would have been dead meat.
If the paramedics got us out of here, they would be amazed. We did not have one scratch or bruise on our whole body.
"Just act unconscious." He said and lifted his head. As he lifted it, he brought his hands up moving the metal out of the way. The car creaked as he pushed the metal away from my face, leaving a "bubble" of air to breath in.
"I hope Charlie is okay." I said quietly, trying to look out of one of the holes. I could hear voices asking what had happened.
"Yes, I hope so." Edward said in a distracted tone. I looked back at his face and saw anger.
"Why are you angry? I don't know what happened, the break wouldn't break." I said. Was he mad at me?
"I know, Bella. But I know what happened." He said, looking the other way. He wasn't saying anything else.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Rosalie." He said simply. I didn't understand. What did Rosalie have to do with any of this?
But then it hit me. Hadn't Rose been "working" on my car just before I had bolted out of the house? She must have done something to the break.
"You mean she tried to kill us?" I asked, not able to rap my mind around the idea.
"We are moving away from Forks, no doubt about that now." Edward said, not answering my question.
"Move? I don't want to move! Everyone I love is in Forks, and I can't just leave!" I exclaimed.
"Bella, be logical. Would you rather be fighting for your life constantly, or being safe?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I didn't have a true answer to that. I rather be safe, of course, but I wanted to be with exciting Alice and loving Esme, also.
"I don't know." I mumbled, looking down. I felt a cold finger on my chin lift up my face.
"You don't need to think about this right now. After we get out of this mess," Edward looked around and chuckled slightly, "We will go see your father, and then we will figure out what to do. For right now, we must sit and wait."
I nodded in agreement and sat back in my crumbled chair. I heard a person near by the car.
"Can you hear us?" They yelled. I looked at Edward to see what we should do. He looked at me, and then winked. He suddenly became limp in his chair, his mouth slightly open. He had "passed out." I copied his gesture and waited until we were taken away.
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Once we got to the hospital, Carlisle took over. He put us in a private room for us to "recover."
"I will just fill out this medical sheet, saying you had no injuries." He said, writing something on his clipboard, "The car company will be very pleased." He winked and walked out the door, leaving Edward and I sitting on our beds.
"Charlie should be around here somewhere…" Edward said, getting up and offering a hand for me. I took it and pulled myself up, feeling fine after the accident! We wandered the halls and finally found the room that Carlisle had told us was in. I turned the knob slowly, scared to see what was wrong with him.
On the bed was a very white Charlie, breathing slowly in and out. I walked up to the side of his bed and listened to the slow heart rate monitor beat. I heard him moan slightly. I looked down to see his eyes opening slightly.
"Bells?" He asked in a weak voice. I knelt down to have my face level with his.
"Dad, I'm right here." I said reassuringly and took his hand. This was probably the most interaction we had ever had.
"I'm not going to make it, but I want you to tell Renee that I love her. And I want you and Edward…" He said, but I put my hand over his mouth.
"Don't talk like that. You'll be fine, I promise." I said, feeling like crying. I loved Charlie, deep down; I just never had noticed it. I wish I had known earlier.
"I'm not afraid to die, I'm just afraid I'll leave with unfinished business." He choked out. I patted his hand, feeling so helpless.
"Is he going to die?" I said in my fast, mumbled vampire whisper so Charlie wouldn't hear.
"From Carlisle's thoughts, he doesn't have much of a chance. He says there is always life support, but that is your choice." He whispered back to me.
"I don't want him to be a vegetable." I said.
"No one wants to see that." Edward agreed. I nodded, still looking at Charlie. He had closed his eyes from the exhaustion.
"Dad?" I said in a normal-volume voice. Charlie merely moaned slightly. "I love you. I always will, and I want you to know that. You are the best dad anyone could have." I said.
"Bella, I love you too." He said and those were the last words from his mouth. I bent my head down over his body in tearless sobs and Edward rubbed my back, trying to sooth me.
Soon, we had to leave. I called Mom to let her know, and it wasn't my favorite call, to tell you the truth. She had cried a lot and said that she would be down there shortly to plan a proper burial. I did feel sad, don't get me wrong, but I felt as if I had ended in good terms with my father. He would always be with me, and I would always be with him. There was nothing more I would want than that.
A/N: Sorry it was short, I just wanted the whole Charlie thing to be in its own chapter, and as it turns out, it wasn't as long asI intended it to be. So sorry about the shortness, and I'll be able to get you the next chapter defiantly by May 14! PROMISE
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