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    Breaking Away From The Habit

    Everything started making sense to her now, she only wished there was something she could do to help him. Physically or emotionally.

    It was nearing 2am and Bella was drained for the night. Edward did not leave her side as she fell asleep beside him in the bed. He reached down to carefully remove her shoes and pull some covers over her as he watched her sleep.

    Edward layed there for about 2 hours before he suddenly picked up on a vision Alice was having and instantly sat up and ran out of the room to find her. He made sure not to wake Bella at his sudden movement. He found her with Jasper and quickly approached.

    "Alice please tell me it hasn't happened yet." His voice cracked at his worry and sadness he could feel building. He grabbed her shoulders and pleaded for an answer, but she wasn't sure herself right then. "We have to find out." He was about to take off out of the house when she stopped him. "It's already happened…" She had the same tone in her voice as Edward.

    "What? Are you sure?…No…This can't happen…You're wrong." He then took off again and made it out of the house this time without her stopping him. He ran as fast as he could until he was there. The place he was scared to death to go at the moment because he did not want to face the truth. Once inside he could already smell the blood. "Oh God." He said to himself as he slowly made his way to the room. The same vision he had seen in his head now layed out before him in real life, he was too late.

    He backed away against the wall as he stared. Charlie layed before him on the floor motionless and cold with his gun in hand. He was almost in the same position he had been when they had left the house, only this time blood had pooled from the gunshot wound to his head and surrounded his body. The smell did not even bother him, he was too hurt. Sure just hours before he probably could of killed him at how angry he was, but he had stopped himself for the sake of Bella. Now this? His heart broke and he would of cried if he could. How was he suppose to tell her?

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