Hello Fan fiction Readers! This is a new story of mine, I hope you like it! Just to let you know… I am still going to write both Bronze haired boy and I love you to the moon and back. I just decided that my life was to easy!

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Twilighter12: Can I pleeeeeeeeeeassssssse own twilight?

SM: NO!

B: POV

Thank God! School is finally over. I walk out of the run down building, towards my rusty, old Chevy. Today was way to long for my liking. Edward had gone hunting in Appalachia with Emmett and Jasper, and Alice, Rose, and Esme went shopping in Paris, so I was all alone at school today. Edward had been very reluctant to leave my side since we got back from Italy a few weeks ago, and I practically had to push him out my window to get him to eat. I am pulled out of my inner monologue by the most nasally and annoying voice I have ever heard, Lauren.

"So, Edward dump you again?" She sneers from behind. Just stay calm. Edward didn't leave, Edward Didn't Leave. Edward. Didn't. Leave.

"I bet he just used this camping trip as an excuse to run away. I know I would." Says Jessica, aka Laurens little minion. Jessica hasn't forgiven me for my little 'mental breakdown' when we tried to go shopping. Both Lauren and Jessica have decided that I am undeserving of Edward, and therefore have done everything in their power to make my school life miserable.

"Face it Smella, Edward is way to go for you. I bet he is on his way back to California right now." I can't handle it anymore. I drop my bag and run blindly in the direction of the forest, not caring who sees me.

They're right; Edward is too good for me. He probably just told me that he was going hunting to keep me from following them. They must have left again. He didn't even say good bye!

I am pulled out of my reverie by a stabbing pain in my leg. Looking around, I realize that I am in the middle of nowhere! I try to stand up so I can find my way back to the school, but the pain is too intense. My ankle is starting to swell, and it is turned at an odd angle, but that is not the bad part. When I tripped, I managed to roll a heavy tree branch onto my leg. I try to kick it off, but it is way too heavy. I begin to feel the circulation leave my leg. Not Good.

"HELP!" I shout in agony "PLEASE!" I begin to sob from the amount of pain, physical and emotional, that this entire situation has thrust upon me. I wish I could just shut down, like when Edward left the first time, but the pain is too great.

"Bella?" asks a musical voice from behind, a voice I would recognize almost as easily as Edward's.

"Daddy!" I sob. Carlisle runs over to see what's wrong, quickly finding he source of my pain. He pulls the branch off my leg, pulling me into a cradle position on his lap.

"Shhhh… it's alright Sweetheart." He says, helping me to finally stop sobbing.

"What happened?" I tell him about what Lauren and Jessica said and how I feel and hurt my ankle. I've never seen Carlisle mad before. Even when James tried to kill me, Carlisle had this calm façade that helped to keep everyone, except Edward of course, from blowing a casket. Now, he looked like he wanted to rip someone to pieces.

"Daddy?" I whimper, snapping him out of what ever day dream he was in.

"Come on Sweetie, I need to get that ankle of yours in a cast." He picks stands up gently, careful not to jostle me, and begins running back towards the school.

"How did you know where I was?" I asked, suddenly remembering that I was in the middle of nowhere.

"Alice." Is his simple reply. Of course. Alice would have seen this happening and told him where to find me. Carlisle sets me down carefully when we get to his car, before running over to his side and taking off at a pace that could rival Edward's.

"Do all of you Cullen's drive his fast?" I ask grabbing the little safety handle.

"Well, Esme only goes around 20 miles over, but the rest of us go around 50-60 miles over the speed limit." I look at him in shock. 50-60 miles! I knew they drove fast, but not that fast. We get to the Cullen Mansion in around 5 minutes, thankfully. My ankle is now a disturbing blackish blue color and it hurts. A lot. Carlisle has me out of the car and in his arms before I can blink. He carries me up the stairs and into his office.

I have always loved Carlisle's office. The numerous portraits of his family through out the years are a great pass time, and every single picture in here has a story behind it.

"Ok, Sweetie. I'm going to have to reset your ankle. I'm warning you now, it is going to hurt." I nod my head quietly, preparing myself for the pain.

"1…. 2…. 3!"

Snap!

"OW!" I cry, I guess I didn't prepare myself very well. Carlisle hugs me tightly.

"Well, now that the bad part is over, all I have to do is put the cast on. What color?"

I think about it for a few minues before answering

"Black" He looks at me questioningly, so I explain.
"If I get black, Mike can't write love notes on it, and Alice can't force me to wear outfits that match my cast, Black goes with everything." He looks amused, but gets the casting supplies from who knows where. (A.N. Carlisle knows where ;)) A comfortable silence had permeated the room.

"You called me Daddy." Carlisle says suddenly, confusing me.

"Huh?"

"In the woods, you called me Daddy." I realize that I had indeed called him Daddy.

"Oh Yeah, well-it's just- I – you"

"I don't mind" he says interrupting my struggle to complete a sentence.

"You don't?" I ask, slightly shocked, but mostly relieved.

"No, I actually liked it." I smile widely, hugging him with every ounce of human strength I had. I guess every bad day, has an upside.