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-Chapter 13-

Alice's POV

I could hear muttering nearby and I could barely make out the words that these people were yelling about. They seemed angry with each other like they came to some type of disagreement. I kept wondering and trying to figure out what they were talking about but their words were muffled, as if they were whispering through a pillow. Suddenly, I remembered exactly where I was.

I was laying on the floor of Bella's kitchen. I shot myself accidentally, which was stupid. I should have never pulled the trigger! But I panicked, and what else could I have done to finally snap Charlie out of his state? What else could I have done?

Nothing. That's the pathetic conclusion I came up with: nothing.

"How dare you shoot her!" I heard a voice yell.

"I didn't shoot her! She shot herself!" The other guy defended, yelling just as loudly as the other person.

I instantly remembered that Charlie was still here when I fell unconscious from something. Something that I couldn't really remember. Maybe I just... hit my head or something. I have no idea.

Just then, a sharp pain caught me on my left side of my waist. I could feel it throbbing and pain started to spread throughout my body. Like this wound was life threatening and if I didn't get it healed, I could be in critical condition. I tried to call for help.

"Help me," I whimpered, my voice only coming out in a small gasp.

All I heard was fighting from the other room and something crash to the floor, making me flinch in response. What the hell was going on?

"Get the fuck out of my house, goddamnit! I don't care if you saved my daughter's best friend. Get the fuck out of this house damnit!" I heard Charlie curse before I heard footsteps running to the kitchen and an audibly loud gasp escaping the mouth of the nearby bystander.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER?!" Was that Dr Cullen?

"Carlisle?" I whispered hoarsely.

"Honey, baby, it's okay. I'll get you out of here!" Carlisle hushed as he tried to sit me upright but I screeched in pain.

"I said, get the FUCK out of my house!" I heard loud, angry footsteps coming towards me and Carlisle stood up.

"You fucking bastard. You SHOT her!" He yelled in rage. "I'm calling the cops!"

I heard Charlie laugh in a devilish tone but I couldn't find it in me to feel scared or terrified. Just pain.

"You call the cops? And who will they believe? YOU? I'm the Chief of Police! They'll believe ME!" He replied drunkenly. That was when I remarked that he was probably drunk. Although, I haven't noticed it before this happened, but the thought just occurred. This would explain his weird behaviour and his suicide attempt.

"Alice," Carlisle's soft voice whispered as I felt his arms wrap around me.

Carlisle dragged me out of the Swan residence and into the car that he had arrived in. I laid in the back seat and reached for a Blackberry that I had spotted underneath the seat.

Bella's POV

I sat silently next to Edward as I watched him drift off to sleep. I loved the way he was when he slept. So still and quiet. His face perfectly relaxed and his expression showed that he was in a deep slumber. He finally looked peaceful instead of worried, distraught or angry. That's all I could picture as I remembered him trying to save me. That was all that radiated off of him - hate, rage and anger.

I was also very relieved that I had finally told him what had happened to me. I felt traumatized and secretive though. I felt that I had been violated and I feel dirty. I feel so unworthy and useless. The perfect word would be worthless. I was worthless now. No one could give me back my innocence. No one can take away the pain I had endured when I was at the disgusting, rotten place. No one could take away the self-pity I had for myself. I felt selfish. How could I be thinking about myself at a time like this? Edward had just undergone immediate surgery and here I was thinking about how much I felt sorry for myself.

Suddenly, my cell phone began to ring. I had completely forgotten that I had even had it with me. I was also surprised that the cop could figure out where my cell phone was considering that Emmett had confiscated it from me.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Bella?! Bella!" I heard the familiar voice that belonged to Alice.

"Alice? What's wrong?" I could identify the strain and panic in her voice.

"Bella... I've been shot. This is the worst timing ever-"

"Where the hell are you?" I rose from my seat and asked her in a hushed whisper, careful not to wake the sleeping Edward. I darted towards the room's door and stood outside of the room.

"I'm at your house... Bella..." She sounded panicked and I heard a loud 'pop' in the background.

"NOO!" And the line went dead.

I looked quicky at the Edward who was soundly sleeping in the room and closed my eyes for a brief minute. Alice was in danger and she was at my house. What the hell could be going on at my house?

Charlie.

Something's wrong. Definitely wrong.

I had to get to Charlie and Alice now.