A/N: Now you understand why this needs it's own chapter? It's Because of the POV.

Charlie's POV

I sat on the couch in my living room, planning next week. I knew that I couldn't go back anytime soon, because they would be waiting. I was praying that the girl hadn't told anybody about my raping her last night. I took another swig of beer, emptying the can. I had to get up to get another one. I hated not having the girl around to bring me one.

The couch squeaked as I leaned back on it, fantasizing about last night. I knew that my actions would give me sexual pleasure, which was better than any I could imagine, by the way, but her fear made it all worth while in itself. The look in her eyes was priceless, the pure horror and absolute terror made my adrenaline rush, her futile squirming made me want more. I'd never been so sexually satisfied. I didn't know if it was because I hadn't done anything in fourteen years, who it was or the fact that it was rape. What I did know however was that I needed to do it again. I didn't know why I hadn't done it before, and then I remembered. Emmett.

That thought really put a kink in my plans. I would need to get around Emmett and his pals. They would be guarding her, but I needed that satisfaction.

But, there was still one other woman in that house. This wouldn't have mattered if she hadn't been the incarnation of beauty. The true meaning of sexiness. The definition of form. And so weak. I wondered what she was like under all of those clothes. I would find out tonight.

I opened my laptop and looked at the cameras I'd set around the Hale mansion. Her room was in the east wing on the third floor. There was a large oak tree out her window. People really made it to easy.

I thought for a moment about what my bastard son had said her name was. Yes, that was it, Rosalie. A beautiful name for a beautiful creature.

I passed the time watching the residents of the house. It had been scarcely thirty minutes since I'd left after the girl and I had our rape session. I looked at one of the cameras and realized that it had the perfect view of the girl's bathroom. And she was in the shower. For another half hour I feasted my eyes on her body from behind the curtain. Then she came out and I sat on the edge of my seat. Finally the girl was dressed and I moved to another camera. I found a good picture of the other woman, Rosalie getting out of bed and changing from her silk pajamas to her day clothes. That was even better than watching the girl, and got even more excited for tonight.

Another camera view showed my bastard son hold the girl. She was crying, what a wimp. And he was actually comforting her! Didn't he understand!? That girl had killed his mother! And he sat there holding her as she cried because I touched her a little bit! That's not the way I raised that boy. He needed a lesson.

The day passed and I sat watching the happenings of the Hale mansion. I watched as Rosalie woke her brother, and then as they spoke and comforted the girl, and then as they ate their breakfast. The morning was going boringly until everybody left the house except for the blonde boy and the girl. It was then that I moved the camera on a pivot to face them, and switched the audio to listen to their conversation.

"He'll be back tonight. I know it."

"Don't worry about it. Emmett will be in your room all night. Do you actually believe that Emmett will allow that son of a bitch to hurt you?"

"No, but if you hadn't showed up last time, then Charlie would have killed Emmett. I don't want anybody to get hurt because of me."

"Don't worry. The rest of us will be in the house and Emmett or you or both will be able to call for help. I wouldn't hesitate to come running." He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug and she hugged him back. So, he can touch her, but I get shunned for it? That didn't seem right. That boy needed a lesson too.

My list was growing. I had two men to teach lessons and two women on my rape list. This would be fun.

The girl and the blonde boy had let go of each other now. "I know you wouldn't, Jasper," So, the blonde boy's name was Jasper. "But I still don't need anybody getting hurt for me."

"No one will get hurt." The girl looked at the television again, not seeing it.

"Jasper."

"Yes."

"He's right."

"Who's right?"

"Charlie. He's right about everything. It's my fault that he has no wife, that he's alone. I killed her. I took her from Emmett, too. He'd had a mother, and I took her from him. I killed her. He does all that he can to protect me, and I was the one that took his mother away from him." Finally the girl was seeing some sense. The boy called Jasper was looking sternly as the girl, holding her hands in his, staring into her eyes.

"Isabella Marie Swan you hear me and you hear me good." His southern twang popped right out when he said that, even more than usual. "Nothing is your fault. You were invaded. Nobody deserves what you-" he was interrupted mid-sentence.

"Everybody has everything that's their fault."

"I won't argue with that point. Everybody has something that's his or her fault. Do you know what's your fault? You stepped on Rosalie's hell and you broke the shoe. That's not much, but it is your fault. There, that's what was your fault. This is not." It was the most I'd ever heard from that boy and ended in another tight embrace. I hated that he could do that. I can't go near her, and I'm her father!

A/N: please tell me about what you think of Charlie's reaction to Jasper being able to give Bella a hug. And.. Ready.. Set.. Review!