A/N: I don't own anything. Nor do I believe in anything that happens to the main character. Please if do not do anything that the characters do.

How To Fix The Broken

OklahomaRose

Chapter 1: The Beginning

The first time I saw him I was fourteen and had broken my arm during an intense gymnastics practice. I had on my ruby red and emerald green leo and black shorts. He was my doctor. I sat there in amazement listening to him tell my mom how to help me with the cast. If he had looked at my record he could have seen that I had broken my arm a year earlier because of gymnastics. I had come here so many time because of the sprains and broken bones I got because I was a klutz in a graceful sport.

I saw him again a year later at the schools art and music festival. Art was something I was good at and never got hurt in. His daughter Rosalie was in my class. Her artwork was beautiful and classic. I rivaled Picasso and Degas.

One day I struck up a friendship with Rosalie after a heated debate about Angelina Jolie's newest movie, Changeling. After that she seemed easier to talk to and more approachable.

After striking up that friendship with Rosalie, I learned all about her family. Her brother and boyfriend, Emmett. And her other siblings Edward, Jasper, and Alice. Her father, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, and her estranged mother, Esme. Esme left about two years ago. Edward just wasn't the same since then.

A year later I saw him again. I began looking forward to seeing him. Although it was just a regularly check up and gymnastics physical. Nothing more than routine. But I wished it was.

During that year Rosalie had become my confidant. She was the only one who knew about my relationship with Nicholas Adam, Forks High School's quarterback. The star of the town. She was the only one I'd tell about anything to. She became my best friend. She and Emmett.

Senior Year.

It was supposed to be the greatest year of my life. It started off that way. But it quickly turned for the worst.

Around October, Nicholas changed. He quit football and started drinking. The Nicholas I knew was gone. He hit me, and I forgave him, as long as he didn't do it again. But he did, and he continually did. Nicholas said sorry and "I love you Rae. This is how I show love." I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone. Not even Rosalie.

In early January, Rosalie and Emmett invited me over to do a chemistry project. By that time I had to wear a boat load of make up. I never wore make up. I couldn't because of gymnastics, but Nicholas made me quit that. Although I still did it in secret. Even the teachers noticed. I had been called to the office a bunch of times about the bruises. I never told them it was Nicholas. But I knew I had to tell them eventually. I had to tell them now.

Rose asked why I was wearing so much make up. I told her it was a zit I was trying to cover up. I knew she didn't believe me, but she didn't say anything. Then Emmett asked why I shied away from a hug. I told him I wasn't in the mood for a hug. He seemed to buy it, but Emmett buys everything.

When we went in, Rosalie said we should say hello to him. That he was dying to meet me. I bought it.

In Carlisle's office she sat me down and told me she knew. That I needed to get help. I told her I couldn't that I love him. Then Carlisle walked in and looked as if he expected my response.

"Rae. We looked up Nicholas' past. He did this to his sisters. You need to get him help if you love him. We're here for you. All of us. Tell your parents. Just please get out of that relationship, because we can't stand to see you like that." It was Carlisle who spoke these words with such kindness it was as if he was my father.

Carlisle helped out with the bruising, and gave me a hotline number. He told me to call him, Rosalie, or Emmett if I needed anything.

There was a lot emphasis on anything.