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Charlie POV
I woke up to my phone ringing loudly in my ear. I had never placed it on the hook, as waited and waited for Bella to call. Every night I would lay in bed waiting for the moment where I would pick up the phone and her beautiful voice would fill my ears. I knew she would. She had to. She wouldn't just one day stop calling me all together would she? I refused to believe that she was dead no matter what anyone told me. My Bella wasn't like that.
I picked up the phone and groggily answered, "Hello?"
"Charlie, its Billy Black, Sam Ulie says there's been an accident and he thinks you should come down to La Push immediately."
"Ok…"I answered sleepily and looked at the clock. "I'll be right down."
I got up and threw on my coat, as I was already dressed from the day before.
I reached the familiar red house within a few minutes and was greeted at the door by Billy before I even had time to knock.
"Listen Charlie, Sam's said there's been an accident and Jacob's there too. I don't know why you're involved but he says you'd probably want to be."
"Ok…" I said again, still mildly sleepy. "Let me help you with your wheel chair." I offered. I took the handles of the chair and rolled him down the ramp and helped him into the car in the daze I had been in for about a year now.
The car ride was short, and again, I helped Billy out of the car and through the doorway that Emily held open.
"Jacob," said Billy. "What's wrong? It's nearly midnight."
"You said there was an accident?" I asked, looking at Sam.
Sam's eyes were filled with remorse as he said, "Come see for yourself."
I let go of Billy's wheel chair and walked towards the couch that Sam beckoned too, wondering how this could have anything to do with me.
As I approached I saw that Jacob was leaning over the beautiful face of my beaten up granddaughter.
My mouth dropped open and my eyes went wide as I gasped, "Renesmee!"
Jake POV
"You know her?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.
"Of…of course I know her…she's my…she's my granddaughter." he stuttered.
"Your…your granddaughter? Wait…you have a kid? I never knew that!" But as I looked back at the girl named Renesmee, I noticed that there was a hint of Charlie in her, and her hair had the same curls as his. "But how old is she," I asked Charlie in amazement.
Charlie didn't answer. He clumsily kneeled down next to Renesmee and put one hand in her hair. "Renesmee," he said again and gently kissed her forehead.
"She's sixteen," said Billy from a few feet away. "The same age as you. Charlie's daughter, Bella, would be thirty-four."
"Would be," I repeated, confused by what was happening.
"Bella died last year," said Billy remorsefully, looking down at his hands. There was a muffled noise from Charlie, and I looked over to see him shaking with silent sobs. He was holding Renesmee's head in his arms now and he was looking down at her like she was an angel from heaven. I realized now that that was how I looked at her too. It felt like I should protect her from anything, like my own life depended it on her.
Renesmee was awake now and she looked up at Charlie with happy, tear filled eyes. "Papa?" she asked with a horse voice.
"It was her father," I interrupted. Charlie looked up at me with shock. "I'm pretty sure it was her father who did this to her. He was drunk…and it looks like he abuses her a lot. I think tonight, if I hadn't gotten there in time, would have been the night her life ended.
"Edward would never…" Charlie trailed off. A look of understanding crossed his face that was suddenly erased by a look of rage and hatred. "Edward Cullen." Charlie spat the name.
Standing up, Charlie headed to the door, and staggered out into the night, leaving Renesmee, Billy, Sam, Emily, and I staring after him in confusion.
Edward POV
I could feel the blood running form my hand where the beer bottle had smashed into it, the shards of glass sliced into my skins. But I didn't care. I just lay there and cry. I cried for what I had become, for Renesmee, and most of all I cried for Bella. Bella my love, the one I would have done anything for, just as long as she was safe. But now she was dead, and all I had left of her was Renesmee.
"How could I hurt our daughter lie that." I said out loud to myself. "Getting myself drunk only made the pain worse," I realized now, just a little bit too late.
"I had brought it upon Renesmee when Bella died, thinking it was her fault that she had to be picked up from school, the exact moment that that rotten driver Eric Yorkie had to cut through the intersection. I'm glad he died too, or I would be in prison for killing him myself."
"Heck, I should be in prison, for all I have done to Renesmee and myself. How pathetic I am," I was disgusted with who I was now.
I got up, ignoring the pain from being thrown off of the balcony. I felt thankful to whoever that boy was, thankful that he had gotten me away from Renesmee before I ruined things forever.
Limping over to the sink, I washed my hands and slowly plucked each shard off glass out. As I listened to each plunk of the tiny pieces hitting the counter, I also heard another noise.
It was the sound of heavy breathing and fast footsteps, and it only took me a moment for me to realize… it was coming from inside the house.