-----Edward's Point of View---------
Note: please… I apologize a little about the language in some parts, but Edward is just angry right now.
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I cursed at Carlisle and drove to the fucking bar where Charlie was. I understood what the hell he was going through, I had it worst thought, but why the fuck did he had to be such a pain in the ass?
"Get it Charlie!" I ordered when I found a drunken Charlie at the street. He sat in the passenger seat, thinking I was Billy Black.
"You're not Billy…" he mumbled when we arrived at his house.
"No, I'm not Charlie. I already told you. I'm Edward!" I snapped back, I wasn't in the mood to his fucking drunkenness.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Charlie shouted and pounced at me, reaching for my neck.
"YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER! YOU MURDERED HER!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, crushing my neck while I tried to fight him off.
"If it wasn't for you, she'll be alive." He said. "If you have taken care of her that day like you were supposed to she wouldn't have gotten hit by that fucking truck!!" His face was purple with anger, and his hands were crushing my neck, cutting down my resource of oxygen. "If you haven't go off to that stupid meeting, and spent the day with her like you were supposed to, she would not be dead. You killed her…" He said, and dropped me.
My eyes were wide open in realization. I never saw it like this. It was hard to breathe, even without Charlie crushing my neck. I finally understood. No one had realized the monster I was. I was supposed to be meeting her for lunch, but I had a meeting with my counsellor that I forgot to reschedule and was all the way to Seattle. That was why I didn't make it, and she was driving home instead of the dinner when a pilot in a truck fell asleep and hit her. I had killed. I was her killer. I fell to my knees.
"You've realized now, didn't you?" Charlie said, and I looked up to him. No wonder he hated me so much now. "I hope you live a happy life... the life she should be living. I hope you enjoy being alive carrying the weight of her death… Because I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of killing you right now…" he said. "Now get out. GET OUT!"
And so I was out of the door, and pain hit me. It hit me hard, knocking me out and crushing me. I was alive, and she wasn't. I was here, and she was gone. All this time I had been blaming that driver, when the real culprit was me. I was the one that killed her that night. I was her killer. Charlie was right. I… I… killed her.