"Bella! Sweetie are you ok?! I've been trying to call you all day!" Renee's voice was panicked as she had only gotten the news that night.

"Mom…yeah I'm ok…I guess." She bit her lip at how nervous she was getting.

"They haven't given me any news. What happened? Where are you?" Just like any mother she worried.

Bella swallowed hard as she tried to keep her emotions in check and give her the information she was looking for. "It was suicide…I have a place to stay." She kind of glanced over at Edward before turning her eyes back to her hand playing with a string on her pants.

"Were you there?" She knew that was a horrible question, but she needed to know everything.

Bella tensed a little at the thought. "No."

"Well was he acting different before? Depressed? How did you not notice?" Bella kind of got angry at that and she did not know why. These were the same questions the police had already asked her and wondered why they couldn't of just filled her in.

"I hadn't really been around much…" Sighing she started to feel bad again. Thinking she could of prevented all of this if she had focused more on trying to get him help instead of fearing him.

That confused Renee. "What do you mean?"

"Dad wasn't the person you remember mom." She paused. "He had problems…"

"What aren't you telling me Bella? Did you do something? What do you know?" She got even more worried.

How the hell was this her fault all of a sudden? "I didn't do anything!" She growled. "Charlie was a drunk. I hadn't been living at home to notice or to stop him from his problems. I even tried to come back in hopes he would of stopped. I didn't want this!" She broke then. "I hated him for what he did! I never wanted to see him again!" She had to stop to try and get her crying under control enough to speak. "I tried to be a good person and go back to him. I wanted my father back, but he was the same old Charlie." Taking her free hand she wiped at her tears. "I didn't want him to die mom…I had nothing to do with it or any control over what happened…" She let her head fall into her hand as she leaned against the side of the couch unable to stop her tears.