Charlie's POV
Dark. Cold. Hard. I looked up to see thousands of stars lighting up the night sky. And, now that I think of it, I was moving.
Deciding that there was nothing I could do at this high speed, most likely on the highway, I just laid back and relaxed.
Jasper's POV
I heard some shuffling from the back of the truck and knew that the bastard was awake. I cursed and sped up. I flew over the speed limit as soon as I reached an old abandoned county road. I was in northern Washington, in the middle of nowhere, and ready to do my deed. I pulled the old beheameth truck to a halt on the side of the road and hopped out.
Taking him by surprise, I grabbed Charlie and flung him out of the truck. There, I pushed him to the ground and broke every bone in his body, one at a time, hurling insults and taunts to him between each crack.
"Do you like to be tortured?"
"What does it feel like?"
"Bella's a beautiful girl, but to do that to her is terrible."
"So."
"Now."
"You."
"Are."
"Going."
"To."
"Die."
"A."
"Terrible."
"Death."
Then he was dead. I'd done my job. Now to make it look like an accident and bail my siblings out of Jail.
