In this chapter you'll find out what happened to Bella and who did it.

I just realized that I forgot to add a disclaimer for the last chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to twilight, I do however own the parts of the story that aren't twilight related

EPOV

It suddenly struck me that Bella may have a concussion. I vaguely remembered Carlisle saying something about people shouldn't sleep when they have a concussion. Something about they could lapse into a coma.

I gently shook her to wake her up. She slowly rolled over mumbling something that sounded like ouch. I had barely even touched her. She must have been a lot worse than I thought.

"I'm sorry Bella but it's not safe for you to sleep when you have a concussion" I told her.

"Before I wash some of this blood off of you I just want to take a couple of photo's. They might be needed for evidence. Is that okay?"

She nodded in reply so I snapped a couple of pictures from different angles.

I put the camera down and began to gently sponge the blood off her legs. She flinched every time the washer touched her.

"Can you sit up?" I asked her.

She did not reply, just shook her head. I wrapped my arms around her torso and lightly pulled her up. She winced and grabbed at her ribs.

"What is it?" I questioned her.

"Nothing." she managed to get out.

"That definitely wasn't 'nothing' Let me see." It was times like this that I wished her mind wasn't the one I couldn't read.

I'd rather I couldn't read Emmett's most of the time. I went to lift her top but she pushed me away.

"I just want to help you Bella. You need help."

I reached for her top again and this time she let me lift it. I wished I hadn't. This was the worst part of her body. That would be right, she'd been hurt the most where people wouldn't see it.

No wonder she never came to swim classes. She always used the "Who would go swimming in Forks?" excuse.

She started crying again so I sat down on the couch next to her and pulled her against my chest. She curled into my arms and cried herself to sleep. I knew that she really shouldn't sleep but she had looked so exhausted. I felt cruel not letting her.

I very gently sponged the blood off her face and around her neck. After that I just sat there, holding her in my arms. I glanced up at the clock. It was 8:00pm. Where did the day go? Wait, wouldn't humans usually have had dinner by now?

I wondered if Bella was hungry. She'd been asleep for a few hours so I decided to wake her up.

"Bella, Bella, wake up."

She groaned and tried to roll over but she was wrapped in my arms. I let go of her so I wouldn't hurt her.

"Shit," she looked at the clock. "Oh, shit, is that the real time? I have to get home."

She started panicking and tried to get up. She ended up falling back onto the couch.

I didn't really want her to go. Not in the condition she was in. Plus I didn't know who had done this to her or if they would find her again. I was selfish and wanted her to stay her so I could look after her.

"You don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to. I'll order pizzas and you can stay for the night. Carlisle's still doing his hospital exchange in LA and Esme's with him so you can stay as long as you want." I offered.

Carlisle and Esme aren't my real parents they adopted me when I was 17. Well that was the story around town anyway. Soon after that Rosalie, Emmett, Alice and Jasper joined the family too. We have to move around a lot but we've been here in Forks for 4 years.

Carlisle is the doctor of the small Forks hospital but he is currently on a temporary exchange to a busy LA hospital. One of the doctors there retired and Carlisle's filling in until they find a replacement. Luckily he was able to get night shifts for the duration of his stay.

Emmett and Rosalie 'graduated' two years ago and Alice and Jasper 'graduated' last year so they all went with them. I'm still in school so Carlisle and Esme let me stay here by myself.

"Can I really?" Bella replied to my offer. She sounded so relieved.

"Of course you can, but there is one condition."

"What's that?" she asked.

"I want you to tell me what happened. And I want the truth. I can see that you haven't fallen over so don't even try that story. I can help you sort this out. We'll deal with it together."I said kindly.

I really needed to know what happened. I felt so guilty for not realizing what was happening earlier.

I thought she was going to be difficult and it would take hours to get the story out of her. She took a deep breath and looked me in the eyes. I found myself getting lost in them. It was almost like they were big brown pools, sucking me in.

Snap out of it, I told myself whilst shaking my head.

"I don't think I can say it." She sat there looking deep in thought. "Um… could I write it down instead?"

"No problem. I'll grab you a pen and some paper then I'll order your pizza. What type of pizza would you like?"

"I'll have whatever flavour your having. I'm not very hungry so I'll just have a small one," she replied meekly.

What could I say to that? 'You can't have the same flavour as me because I'm a bloodthirsty vampire and I don't eat food?'Of course I couldn't say that.

"I'm not hungry either so I'll get a large for us to share. Is Hawaiian ok?" She nodded her head.

I knew she would be hungrier than she thought she was. Plus she was probably in shock and needed to get food in her.

What were you supposed to give people when they go into shock? Was it food with sugar? I was pretty sure it was. I went to the fridge to see what we had. We kept it filled up with food just for show. I found some orange juice and poured a glass for her. I went to take it in to her along with the pen and paper.

When I saw the freezer I thought that maybe I should have got her an icepack for her eye. I grabbed one out of the freezer and took all the things into her.

"Here, put this on your eye." I instructed, handing her the icepack. I set the juice down on the table and handed her the pen and paper.

"Bella?"

"Yeh?" she replied.

"If there's any parts you don't want to share with me you don't have to. I just need to know the basics."

She nodded and started writing. I noticed that she was shivering and had goose bumps all over her body. I hadn't noticed how cold it had gotten. I went down the hall to find the warmest blanket. I walked back to where she was sitting.

I didn't even peek at her letter. Was it because I didn't really want to know the truth? Was it easier for me to cope with the lies? No, I needed to know the truth so I could help her and make sure the culprit was punished.

I wrapped the blanket neatly around her. I looked down at her and she was smiling up at me gratefully. It was hard to see her smiling when the rest of her was so battered and bruised. I spun round and went directly to the phone to order dinner.

As it turned out, Bella was starving. She ate the whole pizza. She was so hungry that she didn't even notice that I didn't eat anything. Once she'd finished I collected the plates and went to wash them.

I had only gotten the plates out in the first place so I could wash them afterwards; I wasn't quite ready for her story yet. I washed each plate about four times and then dried them. When I could delay it no longer I dragged my feet back the lounge room.

I sat on the couch and pretended to watch the TV. It was reality show; from the looks of it two teams of six had to escape from an island. The first team to escape gets a prize.

My mind wandered off. I could take Bella away to an island. She had always said she'd love to live on an island. No one could hurt her there.

She interrupted my thoughts with a shaky nervous cough. I looked up as she slowly passed me the note.

"Are you sure you're happy for me to read this?" I asked her.

She nodded. "You're the only person I've ever trusted enough to tell this to." She drew her knees up to her chin and stared at the TV.

So I was the only one who would know about this. She was counting on me to fix this. Well I would. I would fix this for Bella so she wouldn't have to go through this again.

This is what she had written.

It started 4 years ago. You will probably remember the first time. I didn't come to school for a week. Dad rung and said we had gone on a last minute holiday.

It was a lie. I was so scared. I had no mother to tell and they said they'd make me pay if I told anyone. They said they would kill me.

Dad and my brother James wanted me to clean the house from top to bottom; they had some sort of party that night. I tried to stand up for myself and refused to do it. They got so angry at me.

James went into a rage and was throwing books and anything else he could find at me, dad belted me round the head and I fell to the ground. I hit my head on the coffee table.

I remember James kicking into me. I wanted the pain to stop. I wanted to get up and run away. But I couldn't get up. I had to just lie there and let him kick me. I closed my eyes and imagined it wasn't happening.

I must have passed out because the next thing it was morning and I felt like a bus had run over me.

Over the next few years similar incidents occurred every time I did something they didn't like, or I didn't do something they wanted me to do. Sometimes they did it for no reason at all, just because they could.

Lately it's been getting worse. Each time I thought 'this is it, they're going to kill me.' Tonight was because I wouldn't have sex with James' friend Laurent. James was going to make $20 out of it.

When Laurent went home James jumped me and just bashed the shit out of me. I thought he was never going to stop.

Luckily dad got home just then; he had lost his house key so James had to let him in. I jumped up and ran out the back door. I knew him and dad would drive the streets looking for me so I hid behind the shed in some bushes.

An hour later I heard the car come back. I snuck through the front gate. I didn't know where to go but I never looked back. I just followed my feet and ended up here.

Authors note: I think I'll do the next chapter as BPOV of the last two chapters

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