CHAPTER 13 of Stolen Sun: A Twilight Tale:

Death

Death.

It was always a shame when someone close to you died.

"WHO did that?" I screamed.

I saw a shadow move in the woods.

"Who is that?" Jacob asked.

I felt a shiver go down my already-cold dead-spine.

"Charlie!" Nessie screamed.

We all rushed over, but Carlisle was already on it.

"The bullet got his chest, Bella," he said slowly.

I whimpered. "Dad?"
He looked up at me. "Bells." He smiled.

I couldn't find any words.

"I love you," he said after a couple of seconds.

"I love you too, Charlie," I whimpered.

Another pause, then the words that made me tear up: I'll miss you.

"Oh, Dad!" I sobbed. "Please don't, please. Oh, please don't!"
He sighed, and then choked on some blood.

I looked at Carlisle. "We need to get him to the hospital!"
Edward put his hand on my shoulder. "Bella…"
I turned to see Emmett gripping Jasper from 15 yards away. "But..."
Edward looked at me, looking depressed. "Bella..."
I then knew what he meant. He crouched down, and I hid my face in his shoulder-area, pounding my fist into his chest. "No, no, no! Please no!" I repeated, hitting him on every "no."

I turned back to Charlie, and Edward looked at Esme, who was quietly sobbing.

I leaned and hugged Charlie, kissing him on the cheek. "I love you," I told him again.

"Always will." I added.

He smiled slowly. "I love you, too, Bella. And Jake," he coughed. "Thanks for being there…when I wasn't."
Jacob crouched down and awkwardly hugged him.

"Oh, Dad, oh my God…" I cried, shivering uncontrollably.

"Edward," Charlie said, fiercely.

"Yes, Mr. Swan?"
Charlie sighed. "Don't ever let go of my daughter. Never. When things get a little shaky, never let go. Never."

Edward nodded, and peacefully smiled. "I promise I never will."
Charlie smiled, and looked at me again. He opened his mouth, and I waited.

Nothing.

His mouth slowly closed, his eye lids slowly going shut.

I put my head down, to the ground.

No one said anything. Everyone got up, except Edward and Jacob. Nessie was with Rose.

I didn't speak.

Edward cradled me in his arms. Rocking me back and forth, I quickly and slightly looked up to see why Jake was still here. He was holding my father's hand, looking heavily at his face.
I knew Jake loved Charlie, a way he'd never love Billy. Charlie was always his 2nd father or something like that.

I knew I couldn't do this for long. I couldn't go back into that zombie state.

Edward carried me inside, and the final words of the night, before I slept, where "I'm so sorry, Dad."
While I slept, I dreamt about Charlie, of course, I realized something. I had to look for his killer, and I didn't care who it was, I'd rip their limbs apart, and get my revenge.

*NOTE*
I told some of you that I would only write 13 chapters of Stolen Sun.
I will continue, but not for very long. Because of your positive reviews, I decided to extend the story to 18 chapters. Thank you for taking interest in my first story on Fanfiction, Stolen Sun: A Twilight Tale