AN- its short but its the turning point.

BPOV

I couldn't believe it when I got the call. Sitting outside the room my eyes began to sting but I couldn't cry. I thought it would happen when I got the phonecall but there was just .. nothing. All I could think about was getting there fast. Charlie would not be impressed with my I was hurting. I was worried, scared. I needed him to tell me everything was going to be okay but he couldn't. My stomach was tying itself in knots and I wanted to throw up.

Jasper was first to arrive. He somehow knew I didn't need to be hugged or comforted. I just needed people there.

"How.. how is he?" I couldn't seem to look at Jasper. I couldn't say the words. I didn't want it to be true so instead I looked directly ahead and shook my head ever so slightly. I felt Jaspers hand on my shoulder and I rested my head on his hand. We remained silent until Alice arrived and pulled me into the biggest possible hug a small person can give. She was crying. I was jealous. I wish I could cry, I must look heartless. Then I felt worse for being jealous of someone else's grief. I was pathetic. Hearing footsteps rounding the corner I turned to see Edward slowly walking towards us. His head down. I should have yelled and shouted. Told him to get out, he didn't have a right to be here. I couldn't though. I didn't care enough. I was grateful though, grateful he was trying to support me. Our family. But there were bigger things at hand. Alice released me, giving me an apologetic glance. I looked to the floor and closed my eyes.

"I haven't ... forgot... could someone call Renesmee please?" I looked up to see Edward nodding before turning the corner. I had to give it to him, he was really trying.

"Bella I'm sorry.. he was .. I couldn't ... my car.." Alice was trying to apologise for Edward being there. I shook my head and waved it off. We sat in silence as Rosalie and Emmett arrived and silently took their seats alongside us. I had never seen Emmett look so distraught, his expression was crushing. I'd been secretly hoping he'd burst through the door and tell us it was all a joke. I wouldn't be angry, how could I, if Charlie was safe. Alice and Rosalie positioned themselves either side of me. Prepared for my breakdown but I knew it wouldn't come yet. It wasn't real. I was handed a cup of coffee but I couldn't drink it. My body would only have something to throw up.

"Miss Swan. You can go in now." A pretty young nurse rounded the corner holding a clipboard. Her face was sympathetic, sad almost. She must have known him. Who didn't.

Seeing him lying there I almost couldn't breathe. There were tubes all over the place, machines beeping. Keeping him alive. I'd seen him being wheeled in, but that was different. He still resembled Charlie then.

"Daddy?" My voice cracked from the tearless sobs that were now racking my body. I walked up to the bed and looked into his eyes. Only a tiny fraction of his usual sparkle was still there but his face lit up as much as it could the moment he saw me. His smile looked more like a grimace. He was in serious pain.

"Bells." His voice was rough, gritty. Like it was taking every ounce of energy he had to produce it. He tried to slide a hand toward me and winced at the obvious pain. I bit my lip. This was harder than I ever though it would have to be. I hadn't ever been really close to my father until Renesmee came along. I would never be able to thank him enough for everything he did for us.

He had a heart attack while on patrol. He had been cleaning his gun at the time and pulled the trigger on himself in the stomach accidentally, stomach acid was leaking inside of him. Killing him slowly. It wasn't fair.

"Don't leave me Daddy" I brushed a few hairs away form his forehead. He looked so .. vulnerable. Bandaged and drugged to an inch of his life.

"Oh Bells. I'll never leave you. I'll always be in here." He pointed towards my chest. My heart. I wiped at the tears that still wouldn't fall. "You need to take care of yourself Bells and Ness. She's going to be just like you. I know it. Perhaps a little more like her crazy Grandma." I chuckled humourlessly. "You need to forgive him Bella." I raised my eyebrows, more confused than ever. "I know I haven't exactly been fair to the boy but. You need him Bella and he needs you. I see that now. Take him back. Let him in."

"Dad I .." He slowly brought a finger to his lips signalling me to shush. Closing his eyes he rested his head against the pillow before whispering "I love you Bells. Be good."

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion after that. I was vaguely aware of the continous beeping sound of the machine next to me. Other than that everything was on mute. Mouths were moving and people were rushing around. My head was almost spinning as I watched the smile forming on my fathers face. Slowly though, he disappeared. Yes his body was still there but it wasn't Charlie anymore. He was gone. I heard someone screaming and I felt myself being pushed towards the door but I wouldn't budge. It wasn't until I saw them switching off the machines that I reacted. I dropped to the floor. My knees couldn't hold me up anymore. I realised then it was me screaming. The tears were falling now and I clutched at my shirt. I needed something to grasp onto. Something that wouldn't slip away the way Charlie did. A strong pair of arms picked me up and carried me from the room but my eyes wouldn't break away from the bed. My arms began to thrash against the chest of whoever was carrying me. I needed someone to blame. Someone to take it out on. The doors closed behind us, signalling the closure of my fathers life.

Shortly afterwards I lost the energy required to hit anymore. I couldn't make a noise. The tears just fell down my face as I felt myself being rocked gently. The familiar sweet homely scent of Edward filled my nostrils and I clung to him. He stroked my hair just allowing me to cry. I heard the voices of my friends around me and I felt a smaller warm pair of hands wrapping around my waist. My back was wet with tears and I reached around to pull Renesmee into me.

Mumbled voices made their excuses with the promise to see me tomorrow. I simply nodded hoping someone else was getting the information I would require when I was able to form coherent sentences. Edwards lips made contact with my hair and I immediately felt a little better. I leaned into him and closed my eyes.

I awoke in my bed, Renesmee clinging to my side. I felt bad for almost forgetting about her in my state. She was grieving too, she'd lost her Pops, he had looked after her like she was his own.

My face was stiff with the tears that had dried on my cheeks. My whole body ached as I reached out to stroke my daughters curly hair. I heard the door opening and seconds later the bed shifted on the other side of me. Edwards hands wrapped around my stomach. Holding me together. I was going to do as Charlie wanted. I was going to let him in. What choice did I have. I loved this man and I would never love another.

AN- you really can't hate me as much as I hate myself right now. I love Charlie. That was hard!! Anyway let me know ....