Well, here it is. The chapter that all of you have been waiting for. Man, this one was hard to write. I wanted to get the point across, but I didn't want to go totally gore on you all. I think it turned out good. Man...I am nervous to post this chapter. Be warned, this is a graphic chapter. Lots of violence. Be warned.

I won't ramble anymore, other than to tell you that this is not beta'd, so all mistakes are mine.

Stephanie Meyers owns all that is Twilight.

EPOV

I have to give Charlie is tiny bit of credit. He didn't piss his pants at the words that dad spoke to him. Cause God knows that if I were in his place, I would have pissed and shit myself by now.

"You know, I would have thought for a cop...you would be smarter than you are. But, I guess all those years of drowning your sorrows pickled that brain of yours." Dad says, stalking around Charlie. The rest of us know enough to fall back. This is dads show. If and when he wants us, he'll tell us.

"Your first mistake, was hurting that little girl all those years ago. Your second mistake, selling that little girl all those years ago. And your third and fatal mistake...coming back here and thinking that you could just walk back into her life." Dad says, giving Charlie a punch to the nose.

"In a way, I guess I should be thanking you." Dad says with a laugh. "Though, I love my son with all of my heart, there is something entirely different about the love a father has for a daughter." Dad pauses for a moment, taking off the cuff links and walking them over to the table that is lined with different devices for our use tonight. He continues to roll up his sleeves, making his way back over to Charlie.

"Did you know that her favorite flower is the lily of the valley? That she loves chicken parmigiana? That when she is thinking about something, really intently, she scrunches up her eyes and nose, while biting the inside of her right cheek? That she takes a grater and a lighter to her pointe shoes when she gets new ones, working them for a good hour to get them just how she wants them?" He asks Charlie.

"Did you know that she stood inside her school gym for an hour and a half, all by herself the night of the father/daughter dance waiting for you?" Charlie lets his head drop to his chest, and cries. "One of her friends called Edward to tell him that you never showed up and that she was sitting on the bleachers crying." He tells Charlie, walking back over to stand in front of him. "Crying because her drunk, police officer of a father trying to save face, promised her that he would be there, but got too fucking drunk to remember to show the fuck up!" Dady says, landing a punch to Charlies jaw. "When I got there she looked up at me, and smiled at me through her tears. I dried her tears, gave her a hug, put her a corsage on her wrist and lead her to the dance floor. She looked up at me and asked me why I loved her enough to show up, but her own father didn't. It was in that moment, that my hatred for you deepened to something so much more than hatred for a man who neglected his child." Dad says before he back hands Charlie across the face, hitting him so hard I see one of Charlies teeth fly out of his mouth.

"Emmett, Jasper! Untie him, and stand him up!" Dad yells out. They run over and untie him and hold him up in front of dad, who instantly gives him a hard gut shot. He looks over towards the door that has opened up, watching as Eleazar walks back in from taking Bella and Peter to the car. "El!" Dad yells out. "Everything OK?"

"All safe and secure, en-route to final destination." He says, reaching down to dads hands, pulling off his wedding ring, Family ring, and father ring that Bella and I gave him a few years ago for Christmas. Dad just nods.

Eleazar walks over to Emmett and Jasper, ticking his head to the side, clearly telling them he can take it from here. He pulls Charlies arms behind his back, twisting and pulling until he screams out. "Avrei dovuto uccidere tutti quegli anni fa, stronzo malato!" [I should have killed you all those years ago, you sick fuck!] He hisses in Charlies ear.

Dad walks over to stand in front of Charlie, rolling his shoulders, and cracking his neck from side to side. In a flash he is punching Charlie with a left hook, a right hook, a left hook, a right hook. As if choreographed, Eleazar lets go, backing away as dad ends with an upper cut, clipping Charlie in chin, sending him backwards.

Charlie just lays there. "Get up motherfucker! Get up and fight me! Fight a grown man!" Dad yells at him, kicking him in the ribs. Charlie just lays there, taking it, which only pisses dad off more. "GET UP AND FUCKING FIGHT ME! Or can you only throw punches at little girls?"

Eleazar walks back over, picking Charlie up. "Fight stronzo [asshole]!" He says, throwing Charlie towards dad. He attempts to throw a punch at dads face, but dad ducks out of the way, pulls Charlies hand behind him, holding him in place and proceeds to kidney punch him. I loose count after eight.

"Please, just kill me!" Charlie cries.

"Oh trust me, you are going to die, you piece of shit. But, I...we are no where near finished with you." Dad tells him, spinning Charlie around and throwing more punches to his face. When Dad is finished he is out of breath, and just lets Charlie fall to the ground. "Who is next?" He asks, walking over to where we are standing.

Emmett is the first one to jump up. As he crosses over to the table to choose his weapon, I hand dad the towel that I grabbed off the table earlier. I stand watching him catch his breath, as he wipes the blood from his hands.

I glance over to Charlie, who is kneeling on the floor, blood dripping from his face. Eyes close to being swollen shut.

"Did you know that Bella would wake up, screaming in the middle of the night for the first year that she came to live with us? Scared that somehow her sick fuck of a father was broking through the Cullen guards and alarms to come and take her away." Emmett says while putting a blind fold around Charlies eyes.

Emmett stalks around Charlie, like a tiger hunting it's prey. "Some nights she would be fine. No nightmares, no screaming, no panic attacks." He tells Charlie calmly. He stops moving. Charlie notices and cocks his head to the side he heard Emmett stop on. Emmett motions for Jasper to come up from behind. As Jasper sneaks up, Charlie hears and turns to the side Jasper is on, that's when Emmett strikes. A kick to the ribs, knocking the wind out of Charlie, he falls over, gasping for breath. "Then out of no where, it would sneak up on her! Sometimes two, three times a night." This time it is Jasper who lands a kick to Charlies rib, followed by another kick by Emmett on the other side. Jasper ends in front of Charlie picking him up and kneeing him the face, sending him flying onto his back.

My phone chimes that I have a message. I take it out of my pocket, and look down to see that Peter text me, telling me that they are home, and are safe. I let out a breath of relief. I turn my attention back to Emmett and Jasper now working Charlie over with a crow bar to his knees.

I notice Eleazar out of the corner of my eye coming forward, as Jasper sits Charlie back up, forcing him to kneel on his damaged knees, taking the blind fold off of him. As Eleazar come more into my line of vision, I notice something in his hand. A sick smile plays across his face as Charlie is kneeling, trying to hold himself up.

"Remember this motherfucker?" He asks Charlie, while tossing a baseball bat up and catching it. "This is the same fucking bat that you used to beat Bella with. I've been waiting a long time to do this stronzo [asshole]." He says, walking to the side of Charlie. He winds up and swings the bat, making contact with Charlies back.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Charlie screams out. This is the first time he has really cried out in, expressing his pain, but it doesn't deter Eleazar.

"Take it all you little bitch!" Eleazar yells, as he swings and hits Charlies back again and again. He just keeps swinging. I have known Eleazar since I was a child, and I have never seen him this verbally crude, pissed off, or downright tortuous.

"Calmati Eleazar." [Calm down Eleazar.] Dad yells out to him. He listens, tossing the bat down and backing away from Charlie. "Sit lui sulla sedia con braccioli. Legare le braccia in modo che le sue mani sono piatti." [Sit him in the chair with arms. Tie his arms down so that his hands are flat.] Dad says to anyone who will listen. Jasper is getting things ready at the table for me, knowing what I want to do with Charlie. Felix helps Emmett haul up Charlie, securing him to the chair requested.

I make my way to the table where Jasper is, rolling up my sleeves as I go. He hands me a pair of heavy black rose clippers. I make my over to where Charlie is sitting, Felix sets a chair in front of him for me. I sit down, and Felix makes his way back over to stand with the others.

"Do you know how many years it took Bella to not flinch or cower anytime a male in her presence raised his voice?" I ask Charlie. He just stares at me. I cock my eye brow at him. "One year." I say, taking his index finger in between my fingers, pulling it up. "One fucking year for her not to think that every time some man raised his voice that it wasn't because she did something wrong, or that she was in trouble." I say, taking his finger and putting it between the mouth of the clippers, and squeeze them together. He screams out as his finger falls to the floor at my feet. Blood gushing down the floor, onto my pants and shoes.

"Do you know how many years it took for Bella to be able to sleep with the lights off in her bedroom?" I ask him. He just shakes his head, sobbing, drool dripping down his chin. "Two fucking years!" I hiss at him, taking the clippers and cutting off his ring finger and pinky finger. When I clip the pinky finger, his blood squirts out, and onto my shirt as the finger hits the floor.

"Oh God! Please...please...just..."

"JUST WHAT?" I yell at him. "Just stop? Like you just stopped when Bella begged you to? Like you just stopped when she would run from you? Huh? TELL ME!"

He doesn't say anything, and it just pisses me off even more. So I take his other hand and clip off his ring finger and thumb. I motion for Jasper to bring me over the pitcher of water on the table. "Look at this damn mess! I hate leaving a mess." I say, taking the pitcher from Jasper, and pour it over his two hands. Charlie throws his head back, screaming out. "Oh damn, does that salt water sting motherfucker?"

"Oh God!" Charlie cries out. Spit and snot shooting out of his mouth and nose.

"Like my father said earlier, there isn't a God in heaven or earth that can help you now Charlie." I say, leaning into him.

"H...h...he's close...closer t...t..th...than you think." He whispers to me. "Th...that is a...a...all I could f...f...fi...find out." I pull back, look him in the eyes. The fuck? Trying not to make it look like he told me anything, I pull back the rest of the way, making my way over to where everyone else is standing.

"Are you ready to end it?" I ask my dad.

He simply nods to me, handing me a towel, then walking over to Charlie. "I hope you burn in hell you sick motherfucker!" He hisses at him, before taking his hands, wrapping them around Charlies neck and twisting until we all hear that sickening crackly, snapping sound. Then, Charlie is just a limp, bloody mess.

"Call the cleaners." Dad says, walking back over to us. "I want this place cleaned and his body gone. No traces. Call Santino, he knows what to do when we call him." Dad tells Felix. "You two," He says to Emmett and Jasper, "stay with Felix until Santio and his men get here. Then the three of you go home to your girls." He says, all the while, stripping down to his boxers, throwing his cloths into a pile. Eleazar and I have been doing the same. "Bag 'em, and burn 'em." He says, pointing to our cloths. Felix bring over some sweats and t-shirts for us to change into. "Everyone else do the same to your cloths, I want everything covered, understand?" Dad asks. Everyone around just nods their heads. He begins making his way to the door. Eleazar and I follow.

Once dad and I are in the SUV, Eleazar slides into the front with the driver, dad and I sit in silence. Neither one of us wanting to speak. Both of us just letting a small sense of redemption set in. The dread setting in, knowing that taking care of Charlie is only a small portion of what we still have to do. Charlie's words still taunting me, 'H...h...he's close...closer t...t..th...than you think'. What the fuck does that mean?

I am pulled from my thoughts by my phone. I look down and see that it is Peter. "What's up?" I ask him.

"Get home now, it's Bella!"

So...? Good? Please, let me know how you think I did. Oh, and sorry for the cliffie, but I just didn't know where to end it! Don't throw things at me, please ;)