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Tiger Stripes

Jasper found his everything in Bella. Bella found nothing she desired in Sam. Being stripped of everything she had Bella finds solace with Peter and Char. Can mates separated by hate overcome their haunted past? AU, Non Canon, Jasper/Bella, M for language/lemons


7. Chapter 7

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Charlie's POV

"Chief! A Whitlock something or other is holding on line three for you!"

"Thanks." I muttered, stepping into my office as quickly as possible, praying that no one noticed my nervous response. I took a deep breath in a desperate attempt to control my nerves. Oh God, what's happened? The only Whitlocks I know call me only in case of an emergency.

"This is Chief Swan, how ca—," I started to answer but immediately fell silent at the sobbing on the other end of the phone. Oh sweet Jesus, no. This can't be it. No, not my baby. Dammit!I can't even say her name out loud. I don't think I can wait to find out. Goddammit, I'm gonna have to wait.

"I have your number and will return your call as soon as I can." I said, keeping my voice firm but calm. I had to sound detached; I couldn't afford to give anything away without potentially causing her harm, but what I really wanted was to find out why my baby was calling me in tears, hell, why she was calling me at all. We have to maintain silence for her safety, she knows this. Something is wrong, something is really wrong, I thought.

It took all of the self-control and strength I possessed to hang-up the damn phone, but somehow I did it and quickly copied the number from the ID.

She isn't supposed to call me, she knows this. Though it kills me, it's for her safety. Once a month I receive a new disposable, cell phone with a note attached with the time and date I can call. The phones are never sent from the same place, are never packaged alone, and are destroyed immediately after being used. It's a pain in the ass to be honest, but her safety is paramount; it's the only thing I care about, the only thing I have left to care about.

When I'm finally able to slip out of the office without causing suspicion, I find an empty parking lot on the outskirts of town and call my baby girl. My hands tremble a bit as I dial the number she called from. This can't be good. God, she's been through enough, too much. Please, please let her be okay...

"H-hello?" I hear her choke out around a sob. Oh no...

"Honey? Bella, is that you? Are you ok?"

If she's in trouble and calling me about it, it has to be serious. Unfortunately, we don't have the best relationship anymore. We were close once, but now…now I get the feeling that she only talks to me because Peter and Charlotte make her. She's suffered so much, especially over the past five years, and some of that was my fault. If I had only listened to her.God knows my poor girl paid a heavy price for my ignorance and pride, a price that no one should ever have to pay.

"Daddy!" She wailed, "I need you. I'm in t-the hospital. The ca-cancer has come back and I'm so sc-scared!"


"Bells, baby calm down." I, somehow, finally managed to respond. "I'll be there as soon as I can get away. It might take me a few days, but don't you worry baby girl. Daddy's on the way."

Dammit! God, I can't let her hear how badly I'm panicking, how devastated and yet at the same time, how absolutely dumbstruck I feel. She needs me to be calm, she needs me to be strong…I keep repeating to myself, praying to God I'm at least coming off that way because I'm sure as shit feeling anything but calm and strong right now. She's my baby, dammit! I have absolutely no clue as to what I should be saying to her right now. Shit! I don't even know where the hell she is!

Ultimately, I accept that there is nothing I can say that will make this any better for her and just do my best to soothe and support her. I ended the call and tried to figure out the best way to get to her. Thanks to that Godforsaken tribe, I can't just announce that I'm going to Texas to get my baby. Instead, I have to find a way to get down there and get her without some nosy bastard wanting to know the reason why. I need to think, to plan, to find a way without arousing suspicion. As I tried to figure out how I'm going to take care of Bella, my thoughts turn to the last time I saw her.

I was sitting at home, drinking a few beers, and watching a Mariner's game. Bella wasn't there; she'd gone to Seattle for the weekend with her mystery boyfriend to celebrate graduation. I can't say I was happy about it, but she was eighteen and therefore an adult, as she reminded me. She'd also threatened to move out if I gave her any more of a hard time about it, too. I called him the mystery boyfriend because she'd never seen fit to introduce him and that alone made me suspicious.

I was halfway through a six-pack and the Mariners were up by three, when I heard someone hammering frantically on the door. I honestly thought whoever it was either going to break it down or beat right through it and I instantly knew that whatever was going on wasn't good at all. I grabbed my gun and threw the door open as quickly as I could…and was stunned into complete inaction and disbelief. There, right before my bleary eyes, was Paul Lahote, a member of the wolfpack…and he was holding someone. A girl. A bloody girl with brown hair. My baby.

"Charlie! I don't know what to do! She was in the woods, I...I..."

His speech was so unnaturally stunted, so hesitant. Paul is one of the bluntest, most brash individuals I've ever met. He never holds back. It was like he couldn't tell me, like something was stopping him.

"I brought her here as quickly as I could," he stammered out as I pulled him through the doorway. I made him put her down on the couch, and turned him around for an explanation. What the fuck was going on?

"I can't stay; if I do the pack will come after her!" And with that he was out the door, running into the woods as frantically as he had arrived.

I knelt down beside Bella and tried vainly to see the extent of her injuries. She was barely breathing and her heart rate was too slow. The clothes she was wearing were blood stained and torn and her face was bruised and swollen, almost beyond recognition. It looked like she had been attacked by some rabid animal; there were what looked like animal bites, scratches and gouges everywhere. Her back was covered in what appeared to be claw-marks, it looked like she had been through a meat grinder. Dear God…What on earth happened to my baby? I was so confused, so stunned, so…I don't know, baffled and shocked. I didn't know what to do, who to call, where to bring her. I just didn't know…

Even after five years, I still don't know how she survived. In my profession, I've seen some horrific injuries, I've seen what I thought was the worst of humanity. But my daughter, and the hell she has somehow survived, takes the fucking cake.

Suddenly the front door slammed against the wall with such force that I jumped to my feet. And there in my living room, looking as if they owned the place, stood two people I'd never seen before. Two people I was fairly certain weren't human.

"Who the hell are you? And what the hell do you want?" I yelled, my body tense, finger twitching near my gun. I needed to protect what was mine-my already injured daughter.

"Don't be alarmed" the female said softly. "We won't hurt you, we want to help you. I'm Charlotte Whitlock and this is my husband Peter."

Help me? How the hell could they help me? What did she mean they wouldn't hurt me? Slowly, the strange woman gently bent down and gingerly started to pull Bells' clothes away from her wounds. I could tell that she was trying her best to be gentle, but it was just making her bleed even more. Bella didn't make a sound and if it weren't for the gentle rise and fall of her chest, I would've been convinced that she was dead.

Charlotte stood back up and went into the kitchen. She reappeared with a washcloth, the first-aid kit, a bowl of water, and started to gently clean Bella's wounds. I couldn't believe the amount of blood that was dried up Bella's skin. I didn't think it was possible to lose that much blood and still live.

Bella moaned in pain and Charlotte immediately stopped and asked her if she was making the pain even worse. To my utter relief, Bella croaked out a no in response.

"Who did this to you, baby?"

"Bella, I need you to tell me who hurt you so I can deal with them. Please sweetheart."

"Isabella Swan. You tell me right this minute who hurt you!" I know I was being irrational, I know I shouldn't be yelling at her, I know that it wasn't her that I was angry at but goddammit, I needed to get across to her. I needed to know. I needed to make it all better.

"I can tell you who did this," Peter finally spoke. His voice was quiet with a soft southern drawl, though there was definitely an edge to his tone. "It was that mangy pack of mutts!"

No, I couldn't believe that. Hell, I didn't want to believe it. Why would the pack hurt her? Sam loved her. He'd sat down with me and Billy a few months ago and told me about the pack. They said that Bella was his imprint, his soulmate, his destiny. He couldn't-wouldn't hurt her.

Billy was my oldest and best friend, I trusted him implicitly. His son, Jake, was a year younger than Bella and they grew up together. When Billy told me that Sam had imprinted on Bella, I was stunned and more than a little apprehensive. I knew Sam, a little, and respected him enough, but this was my little girl we were talking about. My very independent little girl who wouldn't want her choices taken away because of some mystical connection.

Sam had already tried approaching her numerous times, to no avail, and was evidently suffering because of it. And because the Alpha was suffering, so was the pack and the entire tribe would as well. So, I promised Billy that I'd help Bella see that Sam was the perfect choice for her. She and I talked about Sam a few times and she insisted that she felt nothing for him and that she was happy with the guy that she hadn't even bothered to introduce me too. I knew he came around, but I never managed to catch them together and I couldn't help but wonder what the big secret with him was. There had to be something going on with him if she wouldn't even bring him to meet me.

"NO! They wouldn't have hurt her!" I snapped. "They are protectors. Why in the hell would they do this to her? She's the imprint of the Alpha. She is sacred to them. No, no, I don't believe this!"

Peter just laughed bitterly in response. "Some protectors! They sat and watched him hurt her!"

"What do you mean he hurt her, Sam wouldn't do this. They said she just needed to be with Sam to realize that he was hers and that she was his," I said, walking towards the phone. "I'll call Billy and get this straightened out, you must have misunderstood. There is no way that Sam would have hurt her."

"No!" Peter bit out while blocking my path to the phone. "You can't call him, you can't tell him she's still alive."

He was testing my last damn nerve. "Now listen here boy, Billy wouldn't have lied to me, I've known him all my life. He wouldn't have done anything to put Bella in danger, she's like a daughter to him. There has to be some other explanation." I was trying to make him understand but it didn't seem to be working. "She wasn't even supposed to be here, she was in Seattle for the weekend with her boyfriend, how the hell did she get into the woods?"

"Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a minute, Chief? I'll try and explain what I can."

I nodded and followed him through, looking over my shoulder at Bella and Charlotte as I did. Peter followed me and leant against the table, running his hands nervously through his hair.

"Honestly, as much as I'm thankful that I have this 'gift', it's also a complete pain in the ass as it's not terribly reliable. Accurate, hell yeah. But reliable as in it will always work when I want it too, hell naw.

Anyhow, I had that feeling earlier today and that feeling lead me straight here. Lead us to Isabella. I knew we had to get here as quickly as possible and I knew that whatever we found we were gonna care for."

I looked at him long and hard, honestly questioning his sanity, before I asked, "So…you're telling me you're psychic, son?" He had to be bullshitting me, this was fucking ridiculous.

"Sometimes…shit, this is hard to explain. Sometimes, I get these feelings. Feelings that tell me things like…I should be somewhere at a specific time, or someone is important, or I'm going on to meet someone on a vacation. Sometimes, I get a lot of details with the feelings; like names, appearances, histories, and shit but other times I don't get squat other than be in this area around this time.

"To answer your question, no, I'm not psychic. I just knew that we had to come here. I'm asking you to trust me, to trust us. I know it's difficult to trust a complete stranger, especially in these circumstances, but I need you to know that we would never hurt a single hair on your daughter's head." He looked me straight in the eye "I promise you that we will never harm her."

My gut instinct; that of a protective father and honed by years of law enforcement experience, was telling me that he was telling the truth, to trust him even. But I didn't honestly know whether to kick him out of the house or to listen to him a little more. Trust him? How the hell could I trust him? How the hell could I trust anyone anymore? I guess it was time to take a leap of faith; besides, his wife was caring for my daughter…his wife, the not-so-bloodthirsty vampire…Christ…

"I can't say for sure how she ended up in the woods; you'll have to ask her that later. When we got there, the pack was watching the Alpha with Bella. He was...eh, he was...fuck." He paused and ran his hands over his face, before taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. Jesus, is he shaking?

He finally lit the cigarette and continued speaking, "He was violating her, Charlie. When he finished," he paused, looking me hard
in the eye. "When the sumbitch finished, he stood up and said 'Guess
she wasn't as strong as I thought. Dispose of her if she dies, otherwise, if she's still alive in the morning she's mine'. With that he walked away and left her there. I couldn't get to her in time to stop it," he choked out. "He was finishing by the time we arrived."

And for that I'm truly, truly sorry Charlie."

"W-what," I snapped, lost in so many contradictory messages that I couldn't even see straight. But then…then I realized something Peter had said. "Wait, you said violate. Do you mean he..." I couldn't say the words out loud. Not my Bells, not Bella. Not my baby…

"What do you think I mean, Chief?" He whispered.

The weight of it all came crashing down upon me; I couldn't feel my legs underneath me and I sank to the floor, my head in my hands. I couldn't believe that this had happened to my baby girl. She'd come here to live with me after her mother and stepfather told her that they didn't want her anymore, that she cramped their style. She had come here to be loved. She had come here to be safe. Safe…I didn't keep her safe…oh, God.

I was so glad that I'd finally got custody of my baby, but now I wished that she'd never came here, that she'd stayed safe and sound in Phoenix. This was my fault! My entire fault, I'd put my trust in the wrong people. I should've listened to my daughter. She kept telling me that Billy and Sam were wrong. That she didn't trust them, didn't like them. She begged me to keep everyone from La Push away from here, especially Sam. But I didn't listen; in fact, I'd blatantly ignored her wishes and instead did the opposite. I'd failed her as a father. And nothing, absolutely nothing, I could do would ever make it right to her.

Suddenly, I realized that Bella probably needed an ambulance, a doctor, more help than just wiping the blood off of her poor battered and abused body. With wobbly legs, I got off the floor and lurched towards the phone. But before I could grab it, Peter put his hand out and stopped me.

"No, I'm sorry Chief Swan, but you can't call anyone just yet. We have to work out our story first."

How the hell did he know what I was thinking? What did he mean we have to get our stories worked out?

"Your little girl will be okay, but only if the mutts don't find out that she's alive. If they realize that she survived, he will be back for her, I can guarantee you that. So, she needs to get out of here as quickly as possible."

"We've got two choices the way I see it; first, you can send her to the hospital with hope that they don't come after her. I very much doubt that'll work by the way. Or second, you can let us take her, and let them believe that she's dead."

"Why the hell would I let her go with you? I don't even know who you are!" I shouted. "You could've been the ones that did this to her for all I know!" As soon as I said those words I wanted to take them back, I knew deep down in my gut that I was wrong. I knew that these people weren't responsible for what happened to Bells, I just didn't want to believe any of it.

Deep down, I knew that this man was telling me the truth and I could see that he and his wife cared based upon the gentle way that she was cleaning and caring for Bella. But what I didn't know, what I couldn't understand, was why Sam that did this to her? Why the whole goddamn pack just sat around and allowed it to happen. I thought she was his imprint. Billy explained that he would be whatever, whoever she wanted or needed him to be in her life, and I didn't think for a second Bella would have wanted to be beaten and raped. Plus, what about her mystery man? How did he fit into this picture? Where was he when her world was being torn to bloody shreds? Did he know? Was he part of this with the pack?

"Daddy?" Was all it took and I was suddenly dragged out of my thoughts by Bella moaning my name. I knelt down on the floor near her and took her hand in my own.

"Daddy, I want to go with them."

You could've heard a pin drop in the room; I swear my heart stopped beating.

"Bella, baby, are you sure? We can sort something out here. We don't know them, I need to get you…something, I need to get you taken care of sweetie. We can worry about everything else, including who they are and what they want, later, okay?"

I watched as she struggled to sit up. The woman tried to make her stay where she was so that she could continue nursing her wounds, but my stubborn daughter managed to raise herself up a little.

"I'm going with them Dad, and you can't stop me." Her tone, so weak and yet reverberating with strength and conviction, were enough to make me realize that there wasn't another option at this time. I had to trust these strangers with my most valued jewel. My Bella. It didn't stop me trying to get her to stay though.

"Bells, you can't go with them honey. We don't even know who they are. You're better to stay here with me, not go rushing off with strangers. I can protect you."

She looked at me, and I had to look away, I couldn't bear to see her like this, bruised and beaten. "Daddy, I am going with them and you cannot stop me. How can things get any worse with them than what they are now?" She paused, taking a deep, shaky breath.

"You want to know what happened with Sam. Well, I'll tell you, Daddy. He pulled me into the woods. I was screaming and fighting and trying to get away, but he hit me and told me to shut the fuck up." She hissed, her voice growing colder, more removed.

"Sam kept yelling at me; telling me that I was his, that I belonged to him. I tried to tell him that I wasn't and that I never would be, but he wouldn't listen. He hit me again in the face and broke my nose. He beat me, all the while he and that goddamn pack of fucking dogs kept growling at me, telling me to submit to my 'mate," she spat. "I still wouldn't submit to him, though. I knew he was wrong, that they were all wrong and I stood my ground and refused to give in."

It started to get dark, I was scared Daddy. So scared. We'd been there for hours and he wasn't letting up, wasn't stopping. He threw me to the ground and…and he…he r-raped me. Daddy, he raped me." She was sobbing, her fractured voice breaking, tears streaming down her battered and swollen face. I went to take her in my arms, to take it all away, but she flinched away me and leaned into Charlotte.

She took a deep breath and continued, her voice eerily distant and clinical. "He raped me more than once; I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm so sorry. I-I had to sub-submit to him. I couldn't take it anymore." She paused, closing her eyes and pressing herself as close to Charlotte as she could.

Peter, I had noticed, had moved to her side and was slowly stroking her hair, soothing her in a way I wish I could, in a way I wish she would let me. Those fucking….gah! There are no words, no fucking words to express the rage and disgust building inside of me and I swear to whatever fucking deity they hold dear, there will be consequences for this, they will fucking pay for harming a single hair on my daughter's body.

"At some point, I'm not really sure when, they all walked away and left me. Well, except for Paul, I think. I don't know, there was someone else there. Someone of their kind brought me here, I think it was Paul, I don't really know to be honest. Peter and Charlotte are right. Sam will kill me if I stay here, I have to get away." She winced in pain "You say you can protect me, Daddy? You kept pushing me at Sam and look what happened. I tried to tell you over and over and over again that I didn't want Sam, but you wouldn't listen. You, Billy and Jacob all tried to push me to him, why didn't you listen to me, Daddy?"

The hardest thing I'd ever had to do was let Bella leave with them. Before they left, Peter explained that he owned a large ranch somewhere and that he'd keep Bella safe, and would make sure that as soon as she was well enough that she'd go to college as planned. Charlotte got Bella's wounds dressed and changed her clothes while Peter went out into the woods behind the house and left Bella's torn and bloodied clothes there to make it to look like she had been attacked by a bear; that way the pack would hopefully believe that she had died. Which they eventually did, but not after destroying my daughter and taking my heart with them.

The next few weeks were hell; I had to play the grieving father, stop myself from throttling every lousy piece of La Push shit that came across my path, as well as inconspicuously guide the detectives sent to look into Bella's disappearance and later, her subsequent death. As it was a conflict of interest for anyone in my office to be involved, the Mayor contacted the State and detectives from nearby Port Angeles were sent to investigate. I didn't argue when they said that it was obviously a wild animal attack, and tried to subtly reinforce the clues left to swing their opinions that way. The only person who really questioned Bella's disappearance and death was the chief physician at the local hospital, Dr. Carlisle Cullen. I thought it was incredibly odd that he would ask questions, or even get involved really, but I stuck to the story and he eventually left it alone.

I knew the truth though, and I made sure that Billy, Sam, Jacob, and every other son-of-a-bitch from La Push knew that I was all too aware of what they did to my daughter, and that I would never fucking forget either.

I made what would be my last visit to the reservation and told them in no uncertain terms that it was their fault that my daughter was dead. I told them exactly what I thought of them, the things I would love to do to every single one of the pathetic shitbags if given the chance, and what I thought they had waiting for them-damnation. I haven't seen any of them since that day, and hell would freeze over before I saw them again. I couldn't really press any charges as who would have believed me? I mean, giant wolves mauled and raped my daughter? Oh but don't worry, she was saved by one of them and taken away by vampires for safety. Yeah, I'd have been in the asylum before I could have finished the sentence.

Surprisingly, her funeral was rather large, especially considering how introverted she is. The amount of people who turned out for it made me realize how much she'd been loved. Well, loved by most people, her fucking mother didn't even bother to attend. Renee had always been flighty but to think that she cared so little for her daughter astounded me. I'd always had the lingering thought that she'd seen Bella as her meal ticket, but her lack of concern for Bella's disappearance followed by her complete absence at her funeral, just confirmed it for me. Bitch...

Her boyfriend, the mystery man, was also nowhere to be seen. Someone did say that they'd seen a blond-haired man standing at the edge of the woods watching, but when I turned round to look he was gone. There have been a few times when I've thought I've seen him since, especially in the beginning. I would feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise, and I could swear I could hear soft sobbing coming from her bedroom sometimes. But when I'd check, there wasn't anything there. Her grave was also meticulously cared for, which I know I didn't have a thing to do with. Not that I didn't want to, but there was never a chance for me to do anything other than bring the occasional trinket or flower to keep up appearances. The marble of her headstone was always polished and spotless, and the ground surrounding her grave was covered in what I later found out were primrose bushes. The cemetery caretakers didn't know who planted them or when they came, only that they were there along with the monthly, mystery bouquets of roses, bluebonnets, and other flowery stuff. It had to be the boyfriend; no one else would do something like that.

As I pulled in the driveway, I slowly brought myself back to the present. Right, now to work things out. I needed to get away, to get to Bells. I knew it would take a few days to sort things out and needed to leave with as little fuss as possible, and most importantly, without arousing suspicion. Wondering if I could take a few days holiday and disguise my trip to Texas as a fishing trip, I turned on Bell's computer and tried to do some research. But, my thoughts kept straying back to five years ago.

Paul Lahote, the boy that brought her to me, had suffered for his actions. The pack had turned on him and had cast him out for a while. He lost his place in the pack, and his reputation on the reservation for disobeying the Alpha. I'd not had much to do with him since that night; we nodded in passing but didn't talk about it. I put in a good word and managed to get him a job with the police force as my way of thanking him for saving my daughter's life, not that he knew I had anything to do with it, he of course, didn't know she was still alive. I wanted to tell him, but I remembered Billy telling me about the pack mind bullshit and Sam finding out my baby was still alive was the last thing I wanted to happen.

Peter and Charlotte were true to their words. They'd looked after Bells very well over the past five years; carrying her through dark times when she needed those most and giving a gentle push when needed. She seemed happy with them and although our conversations were forced at best, she always spoke warmly of them. She wanted for nothing with them and in fact, she almost seemed spoiled at times. I knew that they kept her bank account healthy and encouraged her to concentrate on her education, never complaining when she changed her major-which she did…often. They'd even bought her a horse, something she'd wanted since she was a little girl…and I'll be honest, as much as it made me smile knowing that they love her so much, I'm jealous. I want to be the one caring for her, providing for her, spoiling her. But I know that I can't right now…if ever.

They were patient with her but firm, they didn't let her forget who her family was, but let her make her own choices and decisions. They did try to get her to call me more often, but once a month was all she would agree to. It felt like if it was up to her, we'd never speak. It was more than apparent that they loved her and considered her one of their own. I couldn't ask for anymore than that; people to love and cherish my daughter while caring and providing for her in all the ways I couldn't…because of those no-good, dirty, goddamned wolves.

Now, I knew that Peter and Charlotte weren't human. I didn't know all the details and to be honest, I didn't, and don't, want to. They said it was safer if we shared information on a need to know basis and it's worked so far. Bella loved them and trusted them and it was enough for me. I would always be grateful for what they did for her.

There was one point though when I was worried she wouldn't talk to me anymore. She'd been with them for a few months and I'd tried to question her once about her mystery boyfriend. She quickly shut the conversation down and wouldn't talk to me until I agreed to drop the subject— forever. So I shut up.

I grabbed a cold beer out of the fridge and sprawled on the couch. If I looked hard enough, I could still see faint traces of Bella's blood on it. I realize it was morbid to keep it, but something made me not throw it away, it was one of the few links I had left to her. It kept me strong and acted as a reminder that one day I would get my revenge on the people that had hurt her, that had forced her to leave her home, her family and her friends, that had abused her body, mind, and spirit. I had promised Peter that I wouldn't go after them alone, and would wait patiently, to bide my time until the opportune moment. And boy, were there days when I practically salivated for that moment…

A few days later, I was sound asleep when I was startled awake by the sound of the telephone.

"Swan residence," I answered, my voice rough and cracking with sleep.

"Charlie, it's Paul Lahote."

I was awake now, this could be anything from work to Bella…no way was I going to go into this conversation with my guard down. Don't get me wrong, I appreciated Paul and think he's gotten a rough deal, but it doesn't mean I trust him.

"Why didn't you tell me she was still alive Charlie."

Oh shit, oh fuck me. Wait a minute, how the hell does he know that? My body felt as though it was turning to ice, the fear coursing through my veins making me rigid.

"Paul, I —"

"Sam knows, Chief! He knows she's alive. He was talking to that blonde, Cullen girl earlier. She told him Bella was alive. He's pissed off, Charlie! It's only a matter of time before he tries to find her and if he does…well, Jesus Christ, I can't even imagine what will happen. You need to run Charlie, you need to hide. He's coming. He's coming after both you and Bella, he knows you lied. "