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Charlie:

Charlie let out a low, guttural groan as he slowly rolled out of bed and made his way towards the window to check the time. The daylight streaming through the thin curtains told him it was already morning. Although it had been only a few hours since he'd managed to get some rest, his sleep had been disturbed by Bella's persistent, haunting nightmares. Tossing and turning in her sleep, she'd let out small whimpers, pleas for help that Charlie had no power to grant her. To make matters worse, this had not been a one time occurrence - these fits of dread had become a nightly and unyielding routine, one that left both father and daughter feeling helpless and drained.

As he shuffled towards the kitchen, trying to shake off his grogginess and the sickly worry in his heart, Charlie realized that he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept an uninterrupted night. Every dreamless moment of slumber seemed to come with the cost of witnessing his little girl suffer, trying to claw her way out of the icy grip of her fears. It was heart-wrenching, and more than once Charlie had yearned for the Cullens to return, as ridiculous and impossible as that wish was. With a heavy sigh, he wearily picked up the phone and hit auto-dial.

He was going to have to call the police station to inform them that he wouldn't be in the office today - not with the dark circles under his eyes, and the impatience that seemed to pull every muscle in his frame. He needed to be there, to make sure that Bella was okay. He knew that Beau, his older son had decided to stay at the reservation last night as the quileute story telling ceremony had gone longer than usual. He unconsciously sigh as at least one of his children had dealt with the breakup. But first things first - he had to whip up something for breakfast. As he went through the motions of cooking an omelette and some toast, Charlie's mind wandered back to the past few months. He wondered how Edward was faring, if he even cared a whit about how much he's hurt this girl who loved him more than life itself. Brooding on these thoughts never brought him any satisfaction, but it gave him a small spot to focus his anger instead of turning it all inwards.

Charlie finishes his breakfast and puts the plate in the sink to deal with later. As he turns around, his phone rings, interrupting the morning quiet in the house. He picks it up and sees an old friend's name flashing on the screen. He clears his throat and answers.

"Hey, Mark, it's Charlie."

"Charlie, great to hear from you. How you holding up?"

"Eh, can't complain. Just dealing with some stuff."

"Listen, I actually wanted to ask you for a favor. Someone contacted me about purchasing my old house up in Forks. Do you think you could do a background check before they proceed?"

Charlie nods absently, already lost in thought. At his friend's prompt, he remembers to say, "Uh, sure thing. Just give me the details of the family."

Mark describes the family, the Goenkas from India, Udaipur, consisting of parents, grandparents, an uncle, and four adult children, including two young girls who are Bella's age.

Charlie jots down the information and tells Mark he'll look into it. After hanging up, he gets to work on the background check, typing out the name in his search engine with a thousand questions in his head. He begins to research the family, starting with social media, the usual first step in any investigations. He's scrolling through their pictures when Bella's scream shatters the peace of the house. Charlie's heart jumps, and he rushes towards her room, his mind racing with horror scenarios.

Thankfully, when he reaches her bedside, she's just turning over, stirring restlessly. Charlie breathes a sigh of relief before returning to his laptop to continue his research. It's not hard to piece together the family's history. They run a diamond-merchant business in India, and from all accounts, they seem to be hardworking and decent people. Charlie nods, his mind finally at ease. He types out a report detailing his findings and sends it to his friend, then calls the agents in charge of the sale, assuring them that the Goenkas are legitimate and would be a welcome addition to Forks.

Feeling satisfied, he returns to the kitchen to deal with the mess and pick up Bella's breakfast from the oven and take it to her room. Just as he's about to head back to her room, the phone rings again.

"Hello?"

"Charlie, it's me again. Mark. Just wanted to thank you for doing the check, let me know what the verdict is."

"It's all good," Charlie replies. "The family seems legit, and I've passed on the info to the agents."

"Fantastic, thank you so much for your help."

"Anytime, Mark. Take care." Charlie hangs up and takes a deep breath. For once, things seem to be going smoothly, and he takes a moment to savor the fleeting sense of relief. But as he listens to Bella's restless breathing, he knows that the real struggle has just begun.

With Bella:

Charlie gently shook Bella's shoulder, trying to rouse her. "Bella, it's time to wake up, sweetheart," he said softly. Bella stirred slightly, but her movements were sluggish, and her eyes remained closed. Charlie watched her closely, his heart heavy with worry. His little girl looked so pale and lifeless, with dark circles under her eyes. It was as if her very spirit had been dampened, snuffed out by the relentless nights of nightmares that plagued her.

As Bella sat up slowly and gave her father a weak smile, Charlie couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. His daughter was a shadow of her former self, and it broke his heart to see her this way. He carried her breakfast over to her bed and set it down on the nightstand. "I made you an omelet and some toast," he said gently, hoping to coax at least some response out of her.

Bella picked at her breakfast damply, pushing the food around her plate without much interest. Charlie tried to think of something to talk about, anything to bring back the spark in her eyes, but his efforts were fruitless. "How's school going, Bella? Have you made any new friends?" he asked, attempting to make some small talk.

Bella's response was lackluster. "It's fine, Dad. Nothing much happening," she muttered. Charlie's heart sank. He knew that Bella used to have a passion for learning, that she loved soaking up new information, but now, she seemed to have no interest in anything at all.

Charlie searched for something else to talk about, something to bridge the gap that seemed to be widening between them. "Oh, by the way, there's a new family moving to Forks," he said, grasping onto the first topic that came to mind.

Bella perked up a bit at this news. "Really? Are the Cullens coming back?" she asked hopefully, her voice tinged with excitement.

Charlie's heart clenched at the mention of the Cullens. He had never approved of Bella's relationship with Edward, but that didn't mean he didn't care about his daughter's happiness. "No, not the Cullens. It's a different family. The Goenkas from India. They have two girls around your age, and they'll be starting school soon," he said, hoping to dispel any trace of disappointment in Bella's face.

Bella nodded absently, her attention already drifting away. "Oh, okay. That's nice, I guess," she muttered, clearly disinterested.

Charlie couldn't escape the crushing sense of helplessness and sadness that seemed to accompany Bella's every move. He watched her carefully as she feigned the need to work, barely touching the untouched breakfast in front of her. He knew that she was searching for something, anything, that would help her make sense of the mess that her life had become. He imagined her huddled over her laptop, scrolling through old messages, emails, and social media accounts of the Cullens. She was searching for even the slightest shred of evidence that they still cared about her, that their love had not been a fleeting, fickle thing. But as time passed, and her messages remained unanswered, the silence that greeted her only seemed to grow more deafening, the rejection more personal. Charlie knew that he couldn't fix things for her, that he couldn't take away the pain or the heartache. But he resolved to be there for her, to do everything in his power to ease the burden that weighed so heavily on her young shoulders.

Bella sighed as Charlie left the room, hoping she could distract him enough that he wouldn't notice the despair that weighed on her shoulders. She knew that he was only trying to help, but she couldn't help feeling like he'd never fully understand what she was going through.

After a few minutes, Bella opened her laptop, desperate for any sign of life from the Cullens. She scrolled through her messages one by one, hoping and praying for some kind of response. But the silence only grew more deafening, and her heart sank as she scrolled through her empty inbox. She took a deep breath and tried to push the disappointment aside. Maybe they were just busy, she thought. Or maybe something was wrong, and that's why they hadn't responded.

There had to be an explanation, some reason why the people she once called her family had disappeared from her life without so much as a goodbye. But as the hours passed and no response came, Bella couldn't help but feel the weight of her loneliness bear down on her. She knew that she was being selfish, that the Cullens had their own lives and their own problems to deal with.

But she couldn't help feeling like they'd abandoned her, left her to deal with her pain and heartbreak all on her own. She was so used to having Edward by her side, to feeling his warm embrace when she needed it the most. But now he was gone, and all Bella had left were the memories of the love they once shared.

Bella felt her heart ache as she realized she couldn't keep this up. The pain was inescapable, and she felt like she had no one to turn to. She glanced longingly out of her window, watching as the sun began to set and the world around her grew still. It was just her and her thoughts, trapped in the silence that was punctuated only by the sound of her own breathing.

With a trembling hand, Bella picked up her phone and dialed Alice's number, her heart racing with the hope that maybe, just maybe, she would pick up. But the line rang and rang, and Bella was left with nothing but the hollow sound of silence on the other end. She tried not to let it get to her, but the tears came anyway, streaming down her face in tiny rivulets.

She felt so alone, so lost without Edward, without Alice, without her family. She couldn't help but feel like everything had been taken from her, like she was swimming in a sea of grief that threatened to swallow her whole. She needed someone to talk to, someone to help her see a way out of the darkness. And in that moment, all she wanted was for Alice to pick up the phone and tell her everything was going to be okay.

But the silence on the other end just grew more deafening, and Bella was left feeling more alone than ever. She felt like a broken person, shattered into a million pieces that no one could put back together. And with that realization, she knew that she had to find a way to keep going, even in her darkest moments, but she couldn't…not without edward.