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No Mercy

They are broken, a father grieves for what he has allowed to happen, and a family wanders aimlessly in the darkness of grief "Our Father who art in Heaven... -Oneshot-

Just a one-shot I thought of after watching this video : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qk6Phzf4zFI&feature=channel_page and please listen to the song that was featured in the above video while you read this, here is a link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDDf7r5lc58

1. Chapter 1

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“My God I am sorry for my sins with all my heart, in choosing to do wrong and failing to good I have sinned against You whom I should love above all things, I firmly intend with your help to do penance, to sin no more and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Your son Jesus Christ suffered and died for us, in his name, My God, have mercy… Amen.”

He uttered the pray quietly and reverently kneeling before the wooden cross in his office. He sighed and shifted back on his haunches. How could he have let this happened, just let his family fall apart so horribly and… completely. He was supposed to be their father, the patriarch, the one who kept them together in hard times and in need, yet he just let things go to shambles. He cradled his head hands and scolded himself.

No one was the same; he doubted that unless he would do the right thing and go back to her, they never would be. There was no more laughter, no more joy in the family, only grief and remorse.

Rosalie no longer talked to anyone except Emmett, she agreed in the decision to leave her, but she hated seeing her family like this, her family was all she had, all she would ever have. Emmett hardly spoke to anyone, he was no longer happy and go-lucky, cracking jokes whenever the opportunity came, he simply wanted his little sister back. Jasper felt never ending grief for what he thought he caused, he berated himself daily, wishing he was stronger, wishing he had more restraint. Just when his brother met his love, he had gone and ended it for him. Oh and dear little Alice, she was like a broken doll.

She was often seen sitting curled up either into Jaspers side, or tight up in a chair, just looking down at her hands sad and dejected.

She saw what Bella had said when Edward left her, how she questioned why her best friend had left without a goodbye, she thought herself a cruel person for leaving her little sister like that. She would never forgive herself for that. And his dear Esme, the one woman he would only love, he let her lose yet another child. She would routinely go out to her garden, claiming there were weeds to take care of, but if you listened carefully enough you could hear her dry sobs. She had loved Bella as her own; truthfully she wanted to give Bella the childhood that was declined from her when she lived with Renee.

And then there was Edward. Not many felt pity for him, only…anger, and disbelief. Carlisle was one out of the two (the other being Esme of course) who felt he should still care for his son. Edward had left long ago, not wanting to inflict his loved family with his presence, when inevitably it caused more pain.

What kind of father was he? He was cruel and cold to let this happen. His family was no more, happiness gone, and he dreaded to think what Bella’s situation was. He wanted to be there for her as much as the others, he loved her so much for bringing Edward happiness, for being another sister to his sons and daughters, another daughter to him and Esme. But he had simply left without a goodbye, no warning. He was sure they had broken her, and he hated himself for it. He could never, and would never, allow himself forgiveness for this.

He had ruined his family.

He clutched his head and wept for what used to be, and probably would never be again.

“My God, have mercy…”