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For Bella

Eighteen years ago, Bella 'died' in a car crash. Charlie's never been the same since then.


1. Chapter 1

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It had been eighteen years today. Eighteen years since my baby girl had gotten in a car crash and died instantly.

I was now sixty-seven years old, and had no wife, no daughter.

Another tear rolled down my cheek as I read once again the letter Bella had written to me from college, only a few days before the accident.

Dad, It read, I miss you so much. College is okay, but I wish I could come visit you. How’s work? Anything big going on in Forks? How about Jake and Billy? I don’t hear much from them. Well, I just want you to know that I will love you forever. For all eternity.

Love, Bella

Her sloppy handwriting was so much like my own.

The phone rang then, interrupting my wallowing.

“Hello?” I said, my voice gruff.

“Charlie? It’s Billy.”

“Oh, Billy, what’s up?” I asked, my voice void of emotion.

“Well, I know it’s her anniversary. If you need to, you’re welcome to come on over and talk about anything. And Jake is home visiting, if you want to see him at all.” Billy said.

“Thanks for the offer Billy. But I really think I shouldn’t. Big day at work today, I’m pretty tired.”

“Okay. Take care, Charlie.”

“Bye Billy.” I sighed once I hung up. Poor Billy. He was still trying, even after all these years, to be a best friend.

But really, I was just like Bella was when Edward left.

A few years ago, Dr. Cullen called. I know that he lost Bella too, that day. He wanted to catch up, see how I was doing.

But even then, I didn’t really talk. I guess he could tell that it was hard for me, because he didn’t call again.

It seemed that everyone was trying to talk to me. But they just didn’t understand what was happening. None of them had ever lost their baby.

“Ah, Bella,” I said out loud. “My baby girl. I love you. Wherever you are, I want you to know that. Goodnight, sweetheart.”

I slowly climbed the stairs to my bedroom. As I passed Bella’s open door, I noticed there was something on her desk that hadn’t been there for the past eighteen years.

I carefully walked inside, making sure every thing stayed in its rightful place. What I saw made me gasp.

There, with a piece of paper attached, was a picture of Bella and I, right after she was born.

Her chubby face, red as always, grinned up at me, and my own, younger self, looked tired but pleased.

I picked up the piece of paper and saw that there was writing on it.

Daddy,I love you still. I can’t be with you now, but someday, I’ll see you again. Just know that I never died in that accident. I’m very well alive right now. Once again, I love you so much. Don’t brush off Billy, or anyone else. I want you to live, Dad, not just float through life. Take care of yourself, for me. Please. All my love, Bella

The paper slipped from my fingers and floated to the floor.

Whatever had happened, whoever put this here, I didn’t care. I didn’t know if Bella really was alive, but this jolted me back to reality.

For Bella’s sake, I needed to live. For the first time in eighteen years, I smiled. I would do it for my baby. I would live.