A/N: Yes, a new story! I'll try to update as regularly as I can but I won't promise anything. I still don't own anything but I'd like to hear from you.

I could hear the wheels turning. I know you think I'm speaking metaphorically but I'm not. As I crossed the kitchen to get breakfast, I could hear a squeaky sound that proved I'd need to grease the damn thing. Soon. Maybe I'd ask Dad to do it for me. No, I couldn't. If I wanted to prove my parents I could take care of myself, I'd have to do things on my own.

Mom appeared, her hair disheveled, her eyes tired. She looked like she hadn't slept a wink last night.

"Hey, sweetheart. How are you this morning?" Her smile was fake as she came to hug me. I stayed still under her affections.

"I'm good." I answered blandly. Her smile disappeared slowly and the crease between her eyebrows deepened.

"Want some coffee?"

"Yes, please." That's how it was every morning. A silent meal between two women who used to tell each other everything. Things sure had changed and I felt I was to blame for that.

The day passed like any other lately. A trip to the bathroom where Mom helped me take a shower. It was possible to do it by myself but took so long and left me exhausted. Another quiet meal followed by a nap and a little reading. That was how my days went. Atrociously boring and frustrating.

When Dad came back home that night, I immediately felt something was off. They were exchanging little worried glances and seemed to walk on eggs when they talked to me. After one too many awkward "hmm" by Dad, I exploded.

"Alright, what is it? What are you two going on about?"

"Nothing, dear, I don't know what you're talking about." Mom mumbled, her nose in her plate.

"Renee…" Dad sighed. He looked at me, his eyes wary. "Bells, we need to tell you something."

"And that would be?" I asked, my voice cold.

"We need to go to Florida for a few days, maybe more." He finally managed. My mother finally decided to speak.

"You know that aunt Mary had twins last week right?" I nodded, slowly realizing where they were getting at.

"Well, she and Gary are going crazy taking care of them, with Lizzy not at school yet. They asked us if we could come help us for a little while. And your Dad would like to check the precinct with Gary, maybe try to get a job there."

"Would you like to move to Florida, Bells?" Dad whispered. I couldn't contain my rage.

"What difference would it make, anyway? You can move me around like a doll, it's not like I have a choice in the matter. Look at me!" I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself. I could hear Mom quietly crying.

"It would be better for us, being closer to the family and all." Dad answered quietly. I had to admire his patience. If I were him, I would have slapped me.

"It doesn't matter to me, do what you want." I simply said. I started to leave the table but Mom clearing her throat stopped me.

"That's not all, honey." She said, her voice full of apprehension. I raised my eyebrows.

"What is it?"

"We need to leave in a few days and we can't leave you alone here." Dad declared, sounding so sure of himself I wanted to hit him.

"Sure you can. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself for a few days."

"No, you're not! Imagine if there's a fire in the house or if you need to reach something from the upper cupboard. Or if you had a panic attack like last time…" Mom whimpered.

"I won't. I don't want anyone to take care of me. I'm putting my foot down!" I crossed my arms defiantly. Apparently, my teenager attitude had finally managed to break my father's thin control of himself. He suddenly banged both his fists on the table, making Mom and me start.

"Look! I know you're nineteen and can therefore do what you want but as long as you live here, you'll follow my rules, got it? This is not up for discussion. We're leaving the day after tomorrow early in the morning and the home-health aide will be there at seven." On that, he left the room, pushing his chair violently and leaving me gaping at him.

"Look Bella, I know you're not happy about this but it's for the best, honey." Mom quietly added before starting to clear the table.

I couldn't believe this. But, what could I do really? I had no choice. Since this stupid fucking accident, I was nothing but a waste of space and my pretend independence was nothing but a farce. I needed my parents constantly, whether I realized it or not and I couldn't live without them.

The next day, Mom packed their bags and I stayed in my room, sulking like a five-year-old. I mumbled a goodbye in the evening, knowing they'd be gone very early the next morning and that they'd be away for at least a week.

Just before seven, I got dressed and brushed my teeth. The bell rang and someone started pounding at the door. I huffed, already irritated and got ready to give this annoying person a piece of my mind.

I forgot everything when I opened the door though. Because in front of me was the last kind of person I thought I'd see. Tall, tattooed, and unbelievably gorgeous. And male, let's not forget that. Very male. My breath came out trembling.

"Isabella Swan?" I nodded. "Well, it took you long enough. Just so you know, I'm not a patient man."

"Excuse me! It's not like I can go any faster!" I retorted, pointing out my wheelchair. "Who the hell are you?"

An incredible sexy smirk graced his face and I melted, struggling to keep a stony face.

"Who the hell am I? Who do you think? I'm the person who'll keep your ass in line, that's who I am. I also go by Edward Cullen."

So? What did you think? This story was inspired, very loosely by a wonderful French movie called "Intouchables", narrating the story of a paraplegic and his health-home aide (both males, no love story there).