The Doctor Who Saved Me
Summary: Bella runs away from her former life in Phoenix. She has a few secrets and a clumsy nature that threatens to reveal them. An accident in Gym sends her to the hospital. Not a good way to start off this new life. She has met Alice and Edward at school and then Carlisle. The gorgeous doctor watches her for the whole stay as he promised Charlie he would do. But why? He has beautiful golden eyes, a beautiful face and startlingly perfect hair accentuated with all around perfection. But he's married and he's 27.
Additional notes: AU and that's about it.
Prologue
It was raining when I landed and raining when I woke up from a night of hard sleeping. I wanted more than anything to settle into a new life and make myself a new person. Tomorrow was Monday and I would be a new Bella. I'd had enough of the busy city life in which you could so easily just fade away with all of your dark and haunting secrets and no one would notice. I would wake up, and put on my overabundance of make-up to hide the secrets. I wore long sleeves most of the time and shorts were practically a sin. I was afraid for a few weeks he would follow me here, so I told him I was going to Florida with my mom. He wouldn't find me there, and wouldn't dare hurt Renee to find where I really was. At least I hoped.
I was a freshman and stupid, I had never been so noticed but that's what I had wanted. That summer I did everything possible to make myself prettier. I was actually tan, muscular, and I had such long, flowing, golden-highlighted brunette hair. Jason, a sophomore at the time, noticed me after a football game I had gone to with a couple of friends. He was the up-and-coming star, a varsity player already, and everything I could ever hope for to have standing at my side. All the girls looked at me with such envy as he would give me a ride to school each day. He took me on expensive dates and bought me flowers, jewelry, and chocolate. He was straight off the pages of a too-good-to-be-true romance story until things turned for the worst.
We got in our first fight the night that I went to a friend's party with him. It was midnight and the party was about to slow down, I left with him to his house. Upstairs and in his room we laid on his bed, his hands moved from my waist downward. I tensed up and denied all of his 'I love yous', we'd been together only a couple of weeks and this was too much. When he proceeded to undress himself I vehemently protested, which was proceeded with a crackling slap that sent me reeling.
I flinched at the memory. That was the night all innocence began to fade, he hadn't taken everything that night, but I knew it was coming and I couldn't stop it. I was too afraid. Enough of the memories for tonight, I wanted to start over and I would have to stop remembering and reinvent myself if I wanted to do that.
I groaned as I got up and went to shower, fresh bruises marked my now pale body; they would be the last though. I closed my eyes and got into the shower letting the hot water scald my body. I would have a whole day to settle in and the rest of my shower to come up with a good enough excuse for wanting to live here. I wanted to get away from him. I couldn't tell Charlie that.
I shut the water off and grabbed the towel hanging overhead. I would just tell Charlie that I want to let Renee have more freedom, after all she had just started dating this guy named Phil. I dressed myself in old sweats I had dug up in the back of my closet and a long sleeved thermal. I covered up a bruise on my right lower cheek and another on the middle of my left jaw-line.
The mirror didn't deceive me and that was really me, the person I looked at that is. Just three years ago I was tan, and muscular, I had a glow in my eyes; and now I was pale and chalky, scrawny and unhealthy, and my eyes had a look a despair that replaced the glow.
I walked down the stairs, and Charlie was sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich.
"Hello Bells."
"Hey Dad." I fought the urge to call him Charlie.
"Would you like something to eat?"
"No thanks." I said rummaging through the cabinets and then the refrigerator. I would need to find the grocery store and do a bit of shopping.
"Bella, look at me for a second."
Did Charlie notice? I thought I did a good job covering it up.
I turned to face him, keeping clam, I didn't want any questions. I had learned to become increasingly clumsier to have better explanations for the numerous bruises.
"Is that a bruise on your jaw-line?"
"Yea, I tripped and fell on my suitcase while packing."
Charlie seemed to buy it and I felt relieved. I didn't need Charlie trying to hunt down something of the past while I was trying to make a new life for myself.
"Bella, I got you a truck." He blurted out.
My face lit up and I flashed him a genuine smile.
He hopped up and took me outside. I noticed a vehicle covered by a sheet behind the cruiser in the driveway. He lifted the sheet to reveal a very old, but sturdy, truck.
"Oh Ch-Dad! You shouldn't have!"
I loved it, it suited me so well. I would miss my old mustang, but I decided it would be best to sell it; so he couldn't follow me.
After admiring my new truck I went inside and up to my room to lie down. My mind drifted for a bit and I fell into a light slumber. Images flew in my mind, a knocking at the door, it was Jason, my past following me. I screamed, I shook, and I fell to the ground in an unconscious heap. I felt kicking, a rib snapped and I held back a shriek. He had never been so violent, but I had never lied to him so blatantly; I deserved this but I didn't want to have to keep deserving these things. I lie there helplessly and everything faded.
My eyes snapped open, a cold sweat covering my body and I was curled in a ball. I had been worried he would find me. It was seven pm, and time to make dinner. I got up and rushed to the restroom, checking to see that the make-up covering my face was still in place. It was and I proceeded downstairs to see that Charlie had already prepared something for us to eat.
It smelled moderately edible, and I was guessing it was spaghetti.
"Thanks Dad." I said eyeing the food.
I was hoping it tasted better than it looked. It didn't but I continued to eat it, I didn't want to hurt his feelings and I was famished.
I didn't talk to Charlie much over dinner, and he seemed just fine with that. I went into my room to finish settling in and waste enough time until I could attempt to get back to sleep. I pulled out one of my suitcases and sifted through the clothes of my old life. Even though I hated shopping I needed to get new things soon. I grimaced at every low cut shirt and every mini skirt.
He would make me wear them, and hit me every time that a boy looked at me. I always thought I deserved it for being such a tease. At least I had a few things that were appropriate to wear here. I grabbed the bag of toiletries and went to set them in the restroom.
The clear bag was filled with an abundance of make-up, something I didn't much like wearing. I set out all the make-up into a container Charlie had provided and went to get the other toiletries. Once most everything was put away I got out my back pack and filled it with a few school supplies and plugged in the ancient computer Charlie had set up in the corner of my room.
I checked my e-mail, none from Renee, which was good. I created a new e-mail account and called Renee to tell her to e-mail that one only.
I surfed around to see if there were any decent little shops in Port Angeles. I gave up after thirty minutes of attempts to find anything and decided I would just go there this weekend with any friends I had made.
It was around midnight and I had to be up around seven, this would give me plenty of rest for tomorrow. I drifted into sleep only to vividly dream up a nightmare, except this wasn't new. I could taste the fear even though I was asleep, as I stood in the airport, feeding him lies and saying goodbye.
He stood beside me through every line that he could, until I reached airport security. My mom handed them my pass and then hers and collected both of ours, I was glad she had this obsession with holding onto tickets for the both of us.
He pulled me to the side where he could lean over and talk to me.
"Bella, Bella, my Bella. You were a fun one, in all ways." He winked and I suppressed a grimace, as much as I hated the consequences my actions forced, he was mine and I loved him in some sick way. No I didn't. I didn't love him, I was ready to start a new life; I quickly corrected.
"Bye Jason." I said solemnly.
"Bella, I expect that you will call me often. I will assume that you will need me to come to you if I do not receive calls frequently enough. Don't leave me to worry. I care immensely for you."
I held back another grimace, he wouldn't find me though. The bruises he gave me earlier would be the last.
"I'll call and write."
I knew I wouldn't call, and just say the phone line hasn't been set up.
"You had better." He gave me a threatening glance, and I knew it would worry him if I didn't let him know I was okay.
"I will, love."
"I love you Bella."
"Me too." I said reaching up to kiss him as he left another bruise; slapping my face.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I love you, I mean." I said.
He kissed me and walked away. I pushed my suitcase forward and pretended to trip on it so I would have a story for Renee.
She handed my ticket to me after asking me about my newest 'injury'. We went our separate ways, and I was scared, shaking. I didn't want him to see I wasn't going to Florida. I didn't want him to be worried and come for me. I picked up the pace, and felt a cold sweat as I shivered.
I opened my eyes, tears pooling up in them. It was six thirty and I couldn't stand to sleep anymore. Today I was starting my new life, I wanted to find people to care and I didn't want people to hurt me for my numerous faults.
Review and chapter one will be up shortly.
)
She meets the doctor!
