Charlie's POV
I stretched as I got out of bed and shuffled into the hallway. The house was quiet, just the way I like it, but something was weighing on my chest. Something about the way Bella was acting last night just made me think something was wrong. It was like she wanted to say something, but she held back. It was too early for her to be up so I decided to get some fishing in and then come home for lunch hoping she might be ready to talk by then. As I packed up my gear and grabbed my coat, I noticed a white envelope sticking out of the pocket. I put my tackle box on the floor and pulled the envelope from my pocket. It was addressed to me in Bella's handwriting and as that information dawned on me, my stomach dropped. I held my breath as I climbed the stairs and ran to Bella's room. As I shoved the door open to reveal Bella's already made bed, I let the breath out and quickly tore open the letter.
Dad,
You were right when you told me I needed to leave this place. The only part you got wrong was where I should go. I am not headed to Florida right now, but I don't want you to worry. I need to find my own way now, I need to find myself and figure out where to go from here. I have written mom a letter too, but it might take a day or two before she gets hers. Please don't look for me, when or if I decide I am ready I will come back, but I also can't promise that that will happen. I am searching for a new adventure and hoping to find a place so good I won't want to leave. I hope you can understand what I am trying to do. I tried to take care of the house and the groceries as much as possible before I left. The hall closet has the overflow of canned goods from the kitchen in it. There is a notebook on the kitchen table with all of the recipes I could think of written down with specific dad oriented directions so even you can figure it out. I love you, dad. Take care of yourself.
Love,
Bella
She…is…gone…I just couldn't swallow the truth even though her empty room was staring right at me. All of frames were empty of pictures, her dresser and closet were empty, her favorite books were gone. I read the letter again and then realized in so many words she said she wasn't coming back. I felt like I couldn't breathe now. My baby girl was gone and I didn't know if she was safe or hurt or sick. Suddenly, I remembered why she left and hatred started to make my blood boil. Edward Cullen, he did this, he broke her heart and her spirit and now she couldn't even find peace in her own home town. I thought she was getting better with Jake, but then something happened and Jake and her were not spending time together anymore. It was after their falling out that she seemed to be back sliding into the feeling less Bella. When Edward first left, it was like she was made of stone. She couldn't seem to feeling anything, she never smiled, she never laughed, and she hardly even spoke unless she was spoken to. Maybe if I could just fix whatever it was between her and Jacob, she would come back. I picked up the phone and dialed Billy. The phone rang and rang, but no one picked up. I called back a second and third time, where else would Billy be at 6am? I could feel the heat in my face rising and when Billy finally answered after clearing his voice, I broke down.
AN: I know this is short, but I have another short one after this too which I will give you today. Don't worry I am getting to the good stuff soon, I just needed some extra time to get some of the storyline worked out in my head farther down the road.
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