A/N: I know. You guys are all about to kill me for not posting these next two chapters earlier.

But I was busy at my grandma's for 2 weeks. Also, school is not easy.

Please don't kill me for letting Carlisle loose his temper.

Anyway, PLEASE PLEASE don't yell at me for bad grammer and spelling.

Also, I do not own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, or their characters. I was just acheing for a story with Carlisle and Esme.

So here it is:

Chapter 2: The Second Encounter. December 19, 1922

I knocked on Edward's door to remind him I was going to work. he ignored me, but i did it anyway. Edward still thought I was loosing my mind.

The hospital was almost comepletely empty, since people rarely got sick on holidays. Or at least they didn't like to be treated when they could be spending time with their families. Only those who had already been there for quite sometime were stilll in the hospital.

"Dr. Cullen," Dr. Ferdinand yelled. He ran up to me as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast. He was a chubby little man who didn't like the idea of 'exercise'. "Dr. Stock says i'm supposed to tell you to take the day off. Nobody here is in extreme conidtions. You don't need to miraculousy cure some one today."

"That's nice of Dr. Stock," I told Ferdinand, "but I don't need a day off. Tell him I said I'll work today."

Dr. Ferdinand smiled. "He said you might refuse, Dr. Cullen. He refuses to let you work today. You've never taken a break, Carlisle. You deserve it."

I sighed, knowing Dr. Stock would never give in. "Thank you, Dr. Ferdinand. Tell Dr. Stock I said thatnk you, then."

Work usually took twelve hours of my time, so I had a long time before Edward expected me home. I decided to go for a drive.

As I passed by the numerous houses, my mind began to waver. I remembered Esme all of the sudden, and I began to wonder if she'd remember me. I hadn't seen her or really thought of her in months, mostly because that led me to thinking of Helen, and Edward thought I was bonkers everytime he heard the buzzing. Suddenly, I stopped to seewhere I was, only to find myself right in front of the Coffee Shop. I must've driven there without thinking, or maybe while thinking too much... Either way, I decided it wouldn't hurt to see if Esme was there.

The Coffee Shop had changed since I'd seen it last. Now it had pink wallpaper and more tables. Also, there was a different woman behind the counter than before.

The woman turned, and I gasped. She was Esme, but she looked tired and unhealthy. Her hair color looked as if it was fading, she was way too thin, she'd been beat up by some unknown force, and she was pregnant. I could even hear the baby's heartbeat.

"Esme?" I whispered, shocked. "What happend?"

"Dr. Carlisle Cullen," Esme whispered back. Then she ran from behind the counter and slammed into me, hugging me with the little strength she had left. Surprised, I hugged her back. She seemed scared for some reason...

"Carlisle, he'll be back soon," she said, pulling away. "He'll be back, and if he sees you here he'll either beat me up and kill you or he'll kill al of us."

"Who?" I asked in surprise. Who in their right mind would want to hurt Esme?

"My... Husband," answered Esme, shuddering at the word.

"Your husband has been beating you?" I said in shock.

Esme sighed. "He forced me to marry him. it was just after I met you that he did... He was never nice to me, Carlisle, even before we were..."

She stopped talking, and i gave her a horrified look. "We need to get you away from him... Let me deal with this, Esme, I won't let him touch you. One more punch in the stomach and that baby might not live more than a week. his heart is already irregular..."

Esme nodded. I was glad she didn't ask how I knew her baby had a strange heartbeat. It would have created too many more awkward questions.

"Can you drive?" I asked her. She just nodded; she seemed to scared to speak. I handed her the key to my car. "GO!" I exclaimed.

I didn't realize that it was already too late.

Esme's husband had already pulled up in his own car, and when he saw Esme getting into mine, he was furious. He jumped out of the car and went straight for her.

"So," I heard him say. I was frozen, knowing I'd let her down.. but i could still try to get her away...

"Trying to steal a car, are you? Do you want me to get arrested?"

I carefully opened the squeaky resturaunt door.

Esme's hands flew to her stomach, like a sheild. "N-no," she stuttered. All too soon, her husband noticed.

"Did I get you hard there last time, sweet heart?" he asked in a sadistic way. It was sickening to here him say that to her, to a sweet person like Esme. And before I could get to her, he punched her and grabbed her by the arm.

"No!" I yelled, because the baby's heart had stopped beating for a moment. I ran to Esme's husband and pulled him off her, lifting him up in the air slightly and setting him down a yard away. Esme sank to the ground and burst into tears.

"Do you have any idea what you just did?" I asked in a low, enraged tone. I had never lost control like this before, and it was hard to keep from tearing him to shreds.

"Who are you?" asked the man, as if trying to pretend he hadn't just punched his wife. It seemed that he didn't do that sort of thing around others. "I'm scruff."

What a stupid man, to think I would shake his hand and help him up, I thought angrily.

"Dr. Carlisle Cullen," I said, still speaking in that low, enraged tone. "Did you know, you stupid, sadistic man, that your wife is pregnant?"

"Well duh, I know. And I don't care."

"You as good as killed her son."

"How do you know that?"

"I"M A DOCTOR!"

"Good for you. Now if you'll excuse me, my wife and I must be on our way."

"Do ou have any remorse at all?" I asked. Now I REALLY wanted to rip this guy to shreds. I was at a point where I would do anything to get him away from Esme.

"No. I could care less about babies," the man said disgustedly. I immediately lost control.

"Hand me that gun you have in your pocket," I said blankly. I did have some control left...

"How do I know you won't shoot me?" the man said.

"I don't need to go to jail right now, and if you don't hand it to me right now i will take it forcefully," I said. He knew I was stronger than him, so he handed it over.

"Scruff, I don't need to kill you. I don't want to kill you, " (A/N: What a lie.. ) "but if you lay so much as a pinkie on Esme, I swear I will."

As if to enforce this, (and this is where I say I lost my mind), I put the gun to my head and shot myself.

Esme screamed and scruff gasped and gaped at me, but the bullet bounced off harmlessly and hit a tree.

"As you can see, I am bullet proof," I said. Then I squashed his gun into a little human shaped figure. I handed it back to him. "You can have your toy back now," I said.

Scruff took the metal man, eyes widend in fear.

"Go Scruff. Scram. Run away, to New Mexico. Never return to Ohio again."

Scruff nodded, then got into his car and sped away.

I turned to see Esme, who was staring at me with a terrified look, and ran(human speed).

Edward was waiting for me at home, as always. He had probably heard the whole thing. He was giving me the death stare for almost exposing us in front of two humans.

I had to, I thought. He as good as killed her son.

"Wow. I'd never seen you so mad before, Carlisle," Edward said, puzzled. "I had no idea you like her so much."

Maybe, but i'll never see her again. Edward, why didn't you tell me everything? Why didn't you tell me about that stupid, sadistic, monstrous, ignorant, imposible, idiotic human wanting to hurt her?

Edward shrugged and gave me a sad look. "I knew you would try to stop him."

You were right... But, Edward, I had no choice. I couldn't do nothing...

Edward nodded, and I knew he understood, having seen it from my eyes. "So when are you going to go back and get the car?"

"I was hoping you would do that, actually."

Edward nodded. "I suppose you don't want to see her again, then?" he asked, though he knew he was wrong. I did want to see Esme again.

I sighed. "It's best if I don't, seeing as she's terrified of me now."

Edward stopped questioning me and went to his room, which I mentally thanked him for. I needed time to regain self control...