I'll Never Let You Go
Both Bella and Edward have lived happily together for years. Or so they thought. Now everything seems different. Bella seems distant And Edward begins to doubt if what he did was the best for Bella, for both. Maybe this wasn't what Bella really wanted after all... And maybe Edward staying with Bella wasn't the right choice... ~~*~~ This is the story of what could have happened if Edward never left Bella. ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~NM-AU~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ [banner made by -->ME<-- ] ***--> CHAPTER SEVEN is being validated <--*** [Something Terrible is about to happen...] Read to find out what... ***Story status: hiatus.**[10/09]
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4. Chapter Four
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“He will forgive you Bella.” Alice promised me.
I was a slightly confident about what I was about to do. After so many years, I was finally back and going to see Charlie. I would obtain his forgiveness, even if I have to beg for it. I took a deep, unnecessary breath, and walked with Edward to the door, placing one of my hands on the knob. All the memories that had haunted me for so long swarmed though my head at this moment... ... ...The first day I moved in; our first cooked dinner. I know that he was not a man of showing his feelings, but I knew he was proud of me and loved me.
Memories of Renee leaving a night after they fought swarmed my brain. She had taken everything with her. Everything, including his heart. I will never forget his face as my mother and I got into the cab. I waved goodbye not sure of what was going on, but I soon realized that I might never see him again. The summers I used to spend with him were sad as well when it came to saying goodbye. I could always see the hurt coursing through his dark eyes.
All this made me realize that I did the same exact thing and made it worse. I don’t know if he would ever forgive what I did to him. I hope he does. I began to sob again. It was hard now to cry and have no tears wash away all the feelings, memories, remorse. After a few seconds it was all gone. I calmed down enough to not walk in and not collapse.
I finally build up the courage to knock on the door. No one answered. I tried to focus on my hearing and waited to hear movement. I heard the television on, and a heartbeat. Someone, hopefully Charlie, was here! He probably didn’t here me knock so I tried again. Nothing.
I was beginning to get tense. I turned to see that his cruiser was parked outside, so he must be here. I placed my hand on the doorknob to turn it, and found out that the door wasn’t locked. Maybe I just broke it. I can’t help my strength sometimes. I walked in and could still hear the heartbeat. It was coming from upstairs.
I looked around and everything was the same way I remembered, except the place was filthy. The dishes in the kitchen were all piled up to over flowing. He probably hasn’t washed them for days. I turn to the small living room and found that he wasn’t watching the television.
I had to do this. I turned and faced Edward and told him to stay there while I go upstairs to speak to Charlie.
“Please Edward, I just need to talk to him one on one and I’ll bring him down stairs so that we can all explain.” I gave him a soft kiss on the lips and made my way up.
The beats of Charlie’s heart were getting louder and louder. I knew I was close to him. Before I continued to his room, I saw the door of what use to be my room open. Surprisingly it wasn’t as messy as the others. All my books where piled neatly one on top of the other. My ancient computer was in the same place. I also the noticed that the note I had left him the day I took off was laying on the night stand. Right there I wanted to cry over what I had done, but, maybe he didn’t take it as bad as I did. Maybe he was fine and had forgotten about me.
I walked out of the room and continued to walk to his. What I saw broke my now dead heart apart. Charlie was on sitting on his bed, looking at a picture. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. His hair was a total mess and he let his beard hide his full lips. He was wearing a gray shirt and his uniform pants. This wasn’t the Charlie I remembered. What had I done? Was he like this because of me?
I had a strong urge to walk in and hug him, tell him I’m sorry and beg for his forgiveness. The only thing stopping me from doing that was my fear. I was afraid to look him in the eye. I was afraid of him pushing me away, not that I don’t deserve that or anything else, but it would all hurt too much. What could I possibly tell him? How would I react to seeing him again? Would I be able to control myself? This was all overwhelming.
For a moment I thought I lost my voice when I heard something escape from my lips, “Dad?”
“Oh great! Now I’m hearing her voice. I am officially nuts.” He grumbled.
I flew across the room, again unable to control myself, and hugged him his back still facing me. “No dad. You’re not hearing things. It’s me. Bella.” I let him go slightly and he turned. What I saw in his eyes was a look I was all too familiar with.