(Bella's POV)
Charlie's face was red with anger. He stormed over and pried me away from Edward's tight bear hug. I was pushed to the side, the force knocking me to the ground, I say white…then black
(Edward' POV)
"I don't know how you keep getting in here," Charlie huffed. "But you will go out that door and stay the hell away from my daughter." I then noticed Bella lying on the ground, not moving but still breathing. I rushed to her side and knelt by her, scooping her up in my arms, cradling her gently.
"Look what you did!" I cried, whipping my head toward Charlie. He tried to stammer out an answer to my outburst. "Bella sweetie can you hear me?" I brushed the hair off her cheek. She didn't even stir. Charlie crouched down and attempted to take her from my arms. I smelled blood.
"Give her to me," Charlie demanded. "She's my child I will take care of her."
"Stop," I hissed. "She's bleeding. And she's bleeding badly. She'll probably need stitches but we can't move her." We both seemed to have the thought at the same time.
"Carlisle," we said in unison. I whipped out my phone. Carlisle already knew why I was calling and was on his way. He was there in moments with his black bag. The stitches had to go on the back of her head. Carlisle's skilled hands worked quickly with the needle. When it was done Bella began to stir. But she didn't wake. I moved her to her bed and kissed her forehead. I lay down beside her and brought her close to me, stroking her hair. Charlie stood over us and watched as tears filled my eyes. Eventually I stood to face him.
"This would not have happened if you hadn't thrown her like you did," I said acidly.
"Well I wouldn't have had to come up here and do that if you had just done what I said and left her alone," he sneered back. I got in his face.
"And are you going to try to stop me from seeing her?" I asked sarcastically. His answer was one I hadn't expected.