I am officially out of my writer's block thanks to VeggieGurl896

I am officially out of my writer's block thanks to VeggieGurl896. See what a few words in a REVIEW (hint hint) can do for a story? I now have the next however so many chapters planned. So thanks VeggieGurl896!

I don't own it.

Just to warn you all, this story is about to take some MAJOR twists! Enjoy!

JAR:

"Okay Edward. I will talk to you. But if you even once try to make a move on me or anything like that, I will end it. I am not ready to get back together yet. If I ever want to get back together, I will be the one to make the first move. Do you understand?" I asked.

"Yes! Oh I promise I will be on my best behavior Bella. You don't have to worry about me."

"Good. Now let's get to work."

Bella's Point of View

I woke up the next morning feeling oddly happy. Maybe it was because Edward and I were talking again. I still wasn't ready to take him back, but it felt good to at least be his friend.

I got ready for school in record time and made my way down the stairs to see Charlie sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal.

"Dad? Don't you have work?" I asked as I made myself some cereal.

"I took the day off," he said smiling.

"Why?" I asked as I sat down across from him.

"I don't think we have been spending enough time together Bella. I was wondering if you would maybe take the day off from school to spend some quality time with your old man." He smiled sheepishly.

My happy mood immediately left. "Oh dad, I would love to, but this week is finals. I can't miss school."

Charlie looked down and nodded. "I understand."

I felt so bad. I wanted to spend some of that quality time with my dad, but there was no way I could miss school when I had huge finals that made up most of my grade.

"I really do want to dad. How about this Saturday? I will cancel all of my plans so we can spend some time together."

He looked up at me and smiled hugely. "You would do that?"

"Of course! I want to spend some time with my old man!" I smiled and got up to wash out my now empty bowl.

"That would be great Bella. I am so glad to have you back."

Slowly, I put my bowl into the cupboard and turned around. "I'm sorry about that dad. I didn't want to hurt you."

"I understand Bella. You were hurt. But for some reason, you are fine now, and that makes me happy."

I frowned realizing that Charlie had somehow "forgotten" that the Cullens were back. "Um dad…didn't you hear that the Cullens are back? I told you a while ago that day I relapsed." I looked down.

Everything became really quiet then. Charlie seemed to be holding his breath trying to hold back his anger. "You aren't back together with him are you?" he asked. I knew who he was talking about.

"No dad. I'm not."

Charlie immediately relaxed. "Well then I don't see a problem. Do you?"

"Um…no?" It came out more as a question.

"Well good. I guess I will watch some TV now that I have the whole day to myself. You should be getting to school." He stood up and turned to walk to the living room.

"Remember Saturday dad!" I called after him.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

I was sitting with Angela, Ben, and Edward at lunch when it happened.

Two police officers came into the lunchroom, and when they spotted me, they started walking over.

"Are you Isabella Swan?" one of them asked as they came up to the table.

"Bella," I corrected. Something was wrong. I could feel it.

"Bella, I'm afraid we have some bad news for you. Would you mind coming outside with us?"

I turned to Edward who was frowning deeply.

"Um…" I turned back to the officers and nodded. "Sure. But…can Edward come with me?" I asked motioning to him. I didn't know what was wrong, but I knew Edward knew. I had the feeling I would need him once I found out this news.

"That's fine."

I stood up and said goodbye to Angela and Ben. Edward stood up next to me, and we followed the officers out to the sidewalk. We all stopped, and I turned to look at them intently.

Edward seemed extremely tense next to me. He took my arm tightly as if to prepare me further for what I was about to hear. I looked at him questioningly, but he just nodded towards the officers.

I turned back to the officers and asked, "What's wrong."

"Bella," the main officer began. "Your father, Charlie, was called into work today last minute. We had a situation, and we needed back up. There was a robbery."

"Ok…"

"Your father went in to try to calm things down and was shot by the robber."

Time froze then. What had he just said?

"Bella, your father is dead. Charlie is dead."

I couldn't help it. I laughed. "Haha. Very funny. Now tell me what's really going on."

The officers looked at me with pained expressions. I grew frantic as I then searched Edward's face and found the same pained expression.

"Tell me you're joking," I said frantically. "You have to be joking."

"I'm afraid we're not," the officer said sadly.

"Tell me you're joking!" I ordered. "You're playing a really mean joke on me. Dad, this isn't funny!" I yelled to the deserted area around me.

"Bella, they aren't joking," Edward whispered sadly into my ear. "Charlie's dead."

I stared blankly at him for a second before the reality of it all came crashing down on me. My father was dead.

I began to scream so loud that a few students came from the lunchroom to see what was going on. I started falling to the ground, but Edward caught me around the waist and began to rock me back and forth whispering that it was going to be okay.

"He can't be dead!" I screamed. "I just talked to him this morning! We made plans for this Saturday! He can't be dead!" I screamed.

"Couldn't you have waited until after school to tell her?" Edward yelled angrily to the officers over my screaming. "Couldn't you have waited until she was at home?"

"We're sorry. We thought it would be best to tell her right away."

"Well you thought wrong!" he yelled. "Now go away! NOW!"

I continued to scream as a group of students circled around Edward and me.

"GO AWAY! There is nothing to see here!" Edward screamed angrily. The students scattered immediately.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't control myself. I screamed so loudly that my throat became raw, and even then, I continued to scream in complete agony. My father was dead! Inconceivable!

He was just walking around this morning. He was breathing, moving, living just this morning! How could he be dead only a few hours later? It didn't seem possible!

I jumped out of Edward's arms and pushed him away. I began walking towards the parking lot trying to get to my car. I knew I shouldn't be driving in this condition, but I couldn't make myself stop moving. I couldn't stop myself from practically running to my truck.

Edward easily caught up to me and wrapped his arms around me. "Where are you going?" he asked quietly.

"I'm going home," I croaked out. "I have to tell Charlie that the officers are telling lies about him. I have to tell him that they said he was dead even though he's not." Edward wrapped his arms tighter around me. "He's at home watching TV. He took the day off. He's at home watching TV. He's at home watching TV."

"Bella, Charlie is dead."

"NO HE'S NOT!" I screamed. My legs gave out then and I fell to the ground with Edward's arms still wrapped tightly around me. Everything began to swirl around me and I blacked out.

Oh my gosh. That was extremely hard to write. But oddly, it came quickly. It was just hard to have to put someone, fictional or not, through that kind of pain. I have been through something like that, and I NEVER want anyone to EVER have to feel that.

I know it was sad, but please REVIEW.

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