Chapter 9.
Charlie's Funeral
I opened my eyes, and blinked. The sunlight hurt my eyes. I looked around at the room I was in. I was in the living room. Lying on the couch with William's arms around me. I fell asleep last night. I looked up to William and saw that he was looking down to me. I felt something crusty and dry on my cheeks. I put my fingertips up to my cheeks and felt it. It was dried up tears. I thought for a moment why I was crying last night. Then I realized it. Today is Charlie's funeral, and mother couldn't be there. She couldn't be there to her own father's funeral. If we ever found her, I knew that she would be hurt by this. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I thought of the night Charlie died. I was the last one to see him.
William touched my cheek to clean up the cold tear that ran down. I looked up to him thankfully. Why, out of all people, did Charlie have to die, at the wrong time? Why couldn't Kaleb kidnap mother some other time so she can actually come to this funeral? Everything is Kaleb's fault. Everything. I hate him.
Carlisle came in wearing a black suit and a tie. Esme, father, Jasper, and the rest of the family also came in wearing the exact same color. I saw father look down in regret. I knew how much he wanted to find mom. It was hard for him. At night, sometimes I hear him breaking things in his old room in this Cullen house. Everyone hears him yelling and swearing and sobbing. It must hurt more for him when mother cannot see her own father for one last time. The next time mother will see Charlie will be his gravestone. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I looked to William and realized he was also wearing a black suit, and I was jeans and shirt. Esme stepped up to me, with a black dress in dry cleaning wrapper.
"Here, put this on." she said glumly. After waiting a few moments, I looked up at her, and took the dress. I walked out of the room and up to father's bedroom. I slowly put on the sleek, silky, depressing black dress. I sobbed slowly while putting it on. Once the dress was on, I put on my black heels, and walked to the bathroom. I put on mascara and lipstick. I tried not to cry, so I wouldn't make my make-up run. I combed my hair and then slowly walked downstairs. I noticed that no one was talking. They all looked sad. Even Emmett, who usually talked, and joked no matter what situation, was silent, and looking out the window with hands in his jacket pockets.
William was holding my black jacket. I walked over to him, hearing the click, clack, of my heels, and took his hand. This time he didn't pull away. I sighed and walked out the door, followed by the rest of the family. We all went in 2 different groups in seperate cars. The car ride was akwardly silent the whole time. No one was in the mood to talk.
The graveyard of Forks was dry, and green. Willows were everywhere, giving the spiritual place a haunting feeling. Of course, tons and tons of graves scattered the green land. I was walking to a crowd wearing black, holding William's hand. Several graves had surrounding flowers, while lonely graves had weeds growing near them. I sighed and squinted my eyes, in effort to not ruin my make-up. Once we arrived to the burial site, I saw plenty of people there. Billy was there, the Clearwater family, fellow police officers, crying wives, and a priest. A coffin was lying on a stand, closed, in the middle of the crowd. I walked with my family to the very front. I felt several tears roll down my eyes, and did not try to stop them this time. I tried to listen to the words the priest was saying, but I couldn't. I only heard sobbing. I heard Esme and Rosalie sobbing, but I knew that tears would not come out in their eyes. I saw Mrs. Clearwater put a flower onto the coffin, and several others. My family and I also stepped up and put flowers on the coffin. I started sobbing again and went to my father. He put his arms around me, and I started crying into his suit. I heard the willows wave back and forth. I knew that I would never see Charlie on the face of earth again. We have let Charlie leave this Earth without ever letting him know what my family really was. He never knew what mother really was. It hurt just thinking about it.
"Stop!" I heard a voice shout. I saw several faces turn. I looked in the direction, and saw Renee, my mother's mother. I saw her wearing jeans and shirt. I realized she didn't know about the death of her ex-husband. She also didn't know about me. I watched her react to the dead Charlie.
I watched her sob once, and she walked slowly over to the coffin. She bent down to her knees in front of it, and started crying. More and more tears started coming out of her eyes. She dug her face into the flower covered coffin, getting it wet. I saw wives bend down to her and give her a comforting hug. I felt more and more tears rolling down my cheeks. I gave a loud sob. She heard it, and looked up to me. She started staring at me curiously. I looked away, hoping she wouldn't notice I had my mother's looks. She looked at me, then to father, who looked down to the ground.
"Where is Bella?" she said sobbingly.
"She's sick. She couldn't make it." my father lied. Renee didn't reply. She simply stood up and walked over to me. I felt her staring and examining me. I looked down to the ground. I felt everyone's eyes on us.
"Who are you?" she asked in a shaky voice.
"I'm.." I said. I looked to father for help. He nodded. I knew he wanted me to tell her the truth.
"I'm Renesmee Cullen. I'm your.." I felt my eyes getting watery at the end of your.
"My what?" She said sobbingly.
"Your granddaughter." I said in a shaky voice. I felt tears once again roll down my eyes.
She gasped and looked down to ground. She bent down to the ground and started sobbing. I bend down to her. She looked up to me and gave me a tight hug. I dug my face into her shoulder. My grandmother sobbed loudly on my shoulder. I heard plenty of other women crying along with us. This was a moment I would never forget. It must be hard for her to realize that after many years, she had a granddaughter, and she had to find out at her own ex-husband's funeral.