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I went back to the house, as soon as I ran up the drive, Esme engulfed me into a hug. She told me of how sorry she was that she and Rosalie couldn't catch Victoria and how Emmett and jasper were still on the hunt for James. "Alice and Carlisle went hunting to give you some space for when you came back" She said, and then looked at my pained face. Esme's face saddened and she took my hand "I am so truly sorry Edward. I cannot imagine how you feel right now and I hate James for what he has done." Esme said softly but with passion. I knew that she meant it. I had never heard Esme say that she hated anyone before. But if anyone deserved the hate of such a loving person, it was James. I attempted to give Esme a smile, but all that came out was a crooked grimace.

I walked over to the oval dining table, there was a news paper lying on it. I picked it up and glanced at the first page, a shot of pain rocketed through my body. On the front page was a picture of Bella smiling, one of the more recent school pictures that her father had hanging up in his living room. She had looked so beautiful. With my vampire memory I could picture the excact shade of her blush and eyes and I could see her face in my mind but that still didn't ease the shock of seeing her amazing face on the cover of the news paper. Above it was a big headline:

17 Year Old Girl Brutally Murdered, Body Found in ballet studio.

I gasped and painfully read through the article.

Yesterday, 17 year old Isabella Swan was found in a Phoenix ballet studio by
her boyfriend's father, Dr Carlisle Cullen, who,after attempts to resuscitate
her, called the police. A post mortem revealed that the victim was drained
of almost half her blood and had suspicious cuts on her arms and neck. She
also suffered major blows to the head and chest. Glass was found in the large
cuts to her head, arms and chest. She had a severely broken leg that was caused by
something very heavy being thrown or dropped on the victim's leg. Very little
evidence was found at the scene and as there are no witnesses, police have no
suspects but are warning all people to be careful when around fifty-eight
Street and Cactus and to report and sightings of suspicious activity…

I stopped reading. I knew that this would embarrass Bella, she hated attention and would cringe at the sight of her face on the front page of the news paper. Esme came over and, noticing the paper in my hands, quickly took it from me, swiftly ripping it into tiny pieces.

The phone rang minutes later. Although it felt like hours, every minute did. I was surrounded with guilty, sad and worried thoughts. Mainly for me as Esme had already guessed my plan to go to the volturi, Although she said nothing.

Esme came back with the phone in her hands.

"That was Charlie." She almost whispered. "He wants to know what happened."

"He thinks that I did it" I concluded

"He's demanding that you call him, that if you don't, he will bring the entire forks police force into our house and trash it till he finds something."

"There are only three policemen in forks" I said "And I don't know what to say to him."

"Tell him anything." Esme said "Tell him she didn't die in pain, he needs to find closure."

"His daughter has just died because of me." I almost growled "I am not going to lie to him."

She handed me the phone "tell him anything." She said kindly "Tell him the truth. We will move tonight and no one will believe him if he tells someone. Do what you feel is best."

I frowned. It wasn't as if my judgement was any good. It was my judgement that got Bella killed. I looked at the phone in my hands. I slowly dialled Charlie's home phone number, and Bella's, I thought sadly. Charlie would be home from work now. I heard the ringing and then the phone being picked up and for a wishful moment I imagined Bella answering. Instead it was the gruff and sad sounding voice of her father.

"Hello?" He said

"Um, Hello, this is…" I muttered nervously. But he cut me off.

"I know who you are!" He shouted. "You are the… Monster that killed my daughter!"

"I didn't kill Bella." I said, it almost sounded like a lie.

"Don't even say her name you liar." He began to cry "You you've taken my daughter away from me."

There was something so strange about hearing a man cry. It makes me realise how much he's lost, how much I've taken. It makes me feel so guilty, I want him to yell at me again. His cries are to painful, because I know that I've caused them.

"She was all I had." He cried "She will never go to college or even celebrate turning eighteen."

"Why did you do it?" he yelled. Getting angrier "Why… How could you do it!"

"I didn't do it." I said quietly

Charlie moaned in pain and hung up the phone. I shuddered pain and sadness flowing through me. Crying without tears.


I dont do song recomemdations often but one song thats really helped my write this story is Bittersweet by Within Temptation
A little quote from the song that I love is:
"A bitter thought, I had it all, But I just let it go"
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Estee