A/N: Please give this story a chance. I plan on doing it in a series of chapters. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything to do with it. The only thing I own is Ella and the story line.
Edited: 4/7/16
CHAPTER 1:
ELLA'S POINT OF VIEW:
I had to get out of here. I didn't know many things in life, but I knew that was for sure. This wasn't right. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to be in this house with him anymore. I had to get out of here.
"Come here Sugar," Riley slurred, obviously drunk, standing in the doorway of my room.
"No," I said. He could just get his fat, drunk ass to bed. I'd have to deal with the hangover in the morning which I was SO looking forward to. NOT.
I was an orphan. Riley had found me last week behind a bar dumpster. He said he'd take care of me. Without a word I ran into his arms and he took me home. He had been nice at first, giving me food and clothes and a place to sleep. Then the next day he put me to work. I did what he told me without a complaint because, I mean, really? What choice did I have? To defy the man who helped me would have been extremely foolish. But then he started giving more chores like I was his servant. He treated me that way too; with no respect. He was just flat out mean. Then two days later he started hitting, punching, and kicking me. I was covered in bruises from head to toe.
Riley pulled me from my thoughts when he suddenly yanked me from my bed and took me across the hall and threw me down on his own bed, which smelled like beer and cigarettes.
"Take your clothes off Sugar," he slurred.
"No! Leave me alone!" I yelled. He couldn't be doing this.
He roughly took off my clothes and threw them to the floor.
"Spread your legs Sugar, let me touch ya," he said.
I yelled again and he pulled my legs apart. This wasn't going to happen. No way in hell.
Riley slid his hand up my leg to my pelvis. He spread me and slipped his finger in. I screamed in pain but it didn't faze him. God it hurt so badly. He took off his pants and spread my legs wider. I wanted to die.
"So...tight, you whore," he slurred, making absolutely no sense to me.
Tight? Whore? What did that even mean? He pulled out of me and was about to enter me again when I kneed him in the groin. Hard.
He collapsed on the bed and I jumped off. Wasting no time, I found my clothes, put them on, and ran out the door. I tripped on the stairs and sprawled across the sidewalk. I had large, bloody gashes on my legs, arms, and face. They hurt, but I didn't care about anything other than escaping. I got up and ran. Not realizing where I was going, I found myself in front of the huge hospital. I hated doctors but I needed help and needed to hide from Riley. With tears running down my face, I went inside.
The hospital was really busy so I was able to get in unnoticed. At first I didn't realize that I'd walked straight into the emergency room. I found a dark, deserted corner and sat down. I faced the wall and rested my arms and head on my knees. I needed to think before getting help. No one could know how bad my situation really is.
DR. CULLEN'S POINT OF VIEW:
Seattle Hospital was packed. I don't recall it ever being this busy in my four years of working here. Not even when the massive storm hit. I wasn't complaining by any means. I love my job which is to help people. It makes me believe that I am not just a soulless monster.
"Can you open your mouth for me please Elizabeth?" I asked the seven-year-old girl whose tonsils I'd removed an hour ago.
"Looks good. If everything stays as is you'll be able to go home in a few hours," I told her.
"Thanks Dr. Cullen," she said. She gave me a hug and a big smile.
"You're welcome Sweetie, now get some rest. I'll come check on you before you leave," I told her.
"M'kay," she said, already dosing off.
I left her room and went to grab the next chart when I noticed a man in dark clothes sneaking toward the storage area. His steps were heavy and even from across the room I could smell alcohol on him. Suspicious. With it being so busy no one noticed him. Humans often missed things that were unimportant at the moment. I followed him. He didn't notice me and kept walking, turning his head from side to side as if he were looking for something. I decided to intercede.
"Excuse me sir, may I ask what you are doing?" I called out. He seemed startled and looked worried. Interesting.
"I...uh...nothing," he said, sounding exactly like Emmett when he was caught doing something strange and was asked to explain his actions.
"Are you looking for someone?" I asked.
"Uh...yeah, yeah. I'm, a, looking for someone," he said, sounding unsure, making me wonder if he WAS Emmett.
Well, there was no one to find here.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You have no business being here," I said. It was a HOSPITAL for God's sake.
His eyes flared.
"Make me," he said menacingly.
"Oh I can't, but, however, security can," I said.
He apparently didn't like the sound of law enforcement. He left without another word. I shook my head. Humans.
As I started to walk back toward the main area, sniffling and the scent of blood alerted me. Someone was hurt and hadn't been helped yet. I turned back and walked almost to the end of the hallway. There, in the corner, was a small shaking figure.
A/N: Please review. Do not be afraid to tell me your thoughts. This is my first story and I want to make it as good as possible. As I said earlier, I will be telling this story in chapters. I'll post the next one very soon. I am halfway done writing it. Thanks for reading!
