A Second chance in Life
By
Nicole
Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Saga Stephenie Meyer does. Summary: One night changes Bella's entire life. She's trying to put it back together. Then she meets a doctor who's willing to put everything on the line for her. The question is: can and will she let him? AU/AH
A Second Chance in Life
Chapter 1: A Nightmarish Start
Bella was sitting in the middle of her bed back at her dad's house with her knees drawn to her chest. She had never felt so violated in her life, especially when she didn't even know who was her violator. She felt numb, she was sitting so still in the middle that someone could've sworn she was a statue. She hardly blinked, no one could tell if she was even breathing. She just sat there, staring at the far wall, her eyes glazed over. Her arms were so tight and her hands gripped her arms so tight her knuckles were completely white. The only sound that could be heard in her room was her clock by her bed, ticking. Tick, tock, tick, tock counting away the seconds. Amongst the silence it would annoy anyone, but it was going unnoticed by the young woman whose lips were pursed in a straight line.
The clothes Bella wore the night before were still sitting on the floor, she was now clad in the baggiest clothes she owned. Her bracelets and rings were sitting on her nightstand and her hair hung loose over her face like a curly, dark brown curtain. There was a scratch right under her left eye that could be seen, despite her knuckles being white from her grip, they were bloody, showing that she did fight back, even though she couldn't remember anything from last night.
A knock came from her door, but Bella didn't acknowledge it. "Bella? Can I come in?" Her brother, Emmett, asked opening the door. Bella didn't answer him and he walked in, closing the door behind him. "Dad's waiting for those clothes Bells," he told her quietly. He found the pile on the floor and stood next to the bed, wishing he knew what to say to get his sister to talk to him. "Bells, you used to be able to say anything to me," he pointed out.
Emmett sat down on the edge of her bed, just looking at her, waiting for any kind of response, but he got nothing. "Bella, it's still me, the same Big Bear that you used to call me as kids," he commented, trying to get some sort of reaction out of her. He still didn't get anything and he closed his eyes, this was the worse thing that a brother could ever see his baby sister go through. "Belly Bell," he said quietly, calling her the name he used to call her when they were little. He pushed back her hair and saw a tear moving down her face. "Bells," he said quietly, pulling her into a brotherly embrace.
Bella broke down at that point, wrapping her arms tightly around him as her shoulders shook. Emmett held onto her, pulling her closer if it were at all possible. "Oh Bella…" he whispered.
"Don't talk please," she sobbed.
Emmett closed his mouth, holding her close to him when the door opened and Charlie stood there. "Did she say anything?" Charlie asked. Emmett shook his head and gestured to the clothes on the floor. Charlie picked the clothes up, stuffing them into the bag to take to the lab. Charlie left the room again and Emmett rubbed her back soothingly as she kept crying.
For the next half hour she cried until she was asleep. Emmett carefully untangled himself from his sister's arms when there was a knock on her door again. He got up from the bed and opened it to see his fiancé, Rosalie, standing there. "Rosie…this really isn't a good time," he said quietly.
"I just wanted to sit here just in case she wanted to talk," she answered.
Emmett sighed. "She won't even talk to me Rosie," he told her. She nodded her head slowly.
"I thought if I could remind her that I know what she's going through it would help," she answered.
Emmett glanced over at his sleeping sister before letting Rosalie in. Rosalie pulled up the chair and Emmett sat next to his sister again on the bed and she was immediately leaning against him with tears falling down her face in his sleep. "This isn't like what happened to you. Dad might not even be able to find this guy, Bella doesn't even know who did this to her. At least the guys who did it to you are behind bars," he said quietly.
"I know, but I do know that she'll be going through a lot of ups and downs," she replied.
Emmett closed his eyes and sat back against the headboard of his sister's bed. "Rosalie this scares the shit out of me," he told her.
"I know," she answered.
Rosalie walked over, kissing his forehead. "I know," she repeated, wrapping her arms around him.
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A month later, Bella was lying on the cool, tiled floor of the bathroom, feeling sick to her stomach. She let out a small groan, putting her hand against her forehead when she dry heaved, her other hand resting on her stomach. "Oh God…" she whispered softly. She wiped the tears from her face when she heard the door open.
"Here Bells," Charlie said quietly, placing a glass of water by her head.
"Thanks dad, but I don't think I can right now," she answered.
"That's for when you can kiddo," he assured her stroking her hair.
She coughed a little, closing her eyes. "Dad I feel so awful," she whimpered.
"I know," he answered kneeling by her side.
He rubbed her back soothingly and she closed her eyes, just wishing for it to go away. Charlie sat by his daughter's side, having her rest her head in his lap as he stroked her hair like he would when she was a little girl when she got sick during the summers she was there. Bella closed her eyes as she felt the nausea start to fade away and was replaced with exhaustion. "Emmett, could you bring me in a pillow?" Charlie called to his son.
"Yeah," Emmett answered quietly walking into Bella's room.
He handed his father the pillow and Charlie carefully moved Bella back onto the bathroom floor, letting her rest against her pillow. She moved her hand up by her head and Emmett took his father's place by her side. "I have to go to work," Charlie informed.
"I won't leave her dad don't worry," Emmett answered.
He stroked her hair gently and moved his hand over his sister's rolling stomach to try to calm it. Bella let out a small noise before sleep took over her completely. Emmett sighed, resting his head on his head as he stared at his baby sister. Bella reached down with her free hand, grasping his hand in hers. Emmett moved his thumb over her hand closed his eyes.
Two days passed and Bella was now standing outside her bathroom with a stop watch in her hand. "Bella, just calm down," Rosalie insisted.
"Don't tell me to calm down Rosalie," Bella answered irritated.
Emmett sighed, resting his hand on his sister's shoulder. "I don't want this to happen Emmett," she said quietly.
"I know," he answered, kissing the top of her head.
Bella rubbed her forehead and looked towards he bathroom when it hit the five minute mark. "You ready?" Emmett asked.
"No," Bella replied, feeling her lungs trap the air in there.
She started hyperventilating a little, she was afraid of what she would see behind that door. It felt like she was in a horror movie and any minute Freddy Krueger or someone was going to come jumping out of that bathroom door. Right now she only wish it was someone like that. "Do you want me to look?" Emmett asked.
"I don't know if I can," she replied leaning against the wall.
Emmett opened the bathroom door to reveal the two white sticks sitting on the counter. Rosalie was standing behind the young woman with her hand on her arm. Emmett looked at the two tests and pinched the bridge of his nose, giving Bella all the answer she needed. She put her hand over her eyes and slid to the floor sobbing. Rosalie was kneeling in front of her, holding her hands in hers, trying to calm her down. "Bella, Bella easy," Rosalie answered.
"No, no, no," Bella sobbed hysterically.
She shook her head, sobbing. "No, please no, wake me up please," she sobbed. Rosalie placed her hands on the sides of Bella's head as she continued crying. She was inconsolable, which wasn't at all surprising. Emmett walked over to his sister, hugging her tight.
"I'll kill him Rose, God help me I will kill him," he told her menacingly.
"Emmett don't say that," Rosalie said quietly.
"I will Rosalie, I'll kill whoever did this to my sister," Emmett answered.
Rosalie closed her eyes for a second before reaching over to hug Bella as well.
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Later that night, Bella was sitting in her room as she was staring at all the pamphlets of the nearest clinics and adoption agencies. She was starting to imagine how her life could go on with the idea of carrying her rapist's child. She didn't even know what her rapist look like let alone carry the child of such an evil person. She closed her eyes and let out a shaky sigh as she tried to think of what to do. She looked up when there was a knock on her door. "Bells?" A familiar voice called. Bella got up and swung the door open.
"Jake," she sobbed throwing her arms around him.
Jacob wrapped his arms around her back, lifting her up off the floor. "I got here as soon as Emmett called me," he told her. She buried her face in his neck sobbing. Jacob closed his eyes tight as he held onto his best friend. "My God Bella I'm so sorry," he whispered to her.
"I can't stay here, I can't stay in Forks," she told him.
"Where would you go?" He asked.
"Away from here," she replied sniffling.
Jacob pressed his forehead against the side of her head. "You know I'm here for you, no matter what," he whispered. She nodded her head slowly and let out a shaky sigh.