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As soon as I had gotten our things I carried them outside where I had a taxi waiting for us. I put the baby in the taxi and buckled her up then helped the driver load up our things. Watching the green fauna pass by gave me sense of déjà vu. It has been years since I was back here and I wonder what Charlie would think of me just showing up on his door step after all these years. We weren't as close as I wished we were, the two week vacation time spent in California didn't really allow for deep father daughter bonding time. I just hope Charlie will take us in. I mean he is my father and as far as he will ever know, now a grandfather.
As we pulled into Charlie's drive way I paid the hefty cab fair and got all our stuff out and walked to the front porch with the baby carrier in one hand. I swallowed back the bile threatening to come up and raised my hand to knock. The door opened and I caught myself from smashing Charlie's face in with my fist. I blushed and unfurled my fingers giving Charlie a small wave.
"Bella…is that you?" Charlie asked, amazed to see me. I hadn't hidden my distaste for Forks before. The sound of the Mariners game echoed back from inside and that simple form of familiarity brought the tears in my eyes to fall.
"Yea Daddy it's me. I'm in trouble Daddy and I need you right now." I sobbed and lifted the car seat in my hand as an indicator of just how bad It was. Charlie's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his daughter with a baby. His pale face got even paler if that was possible and he ushered me in.
"Oh baby girl. What, What has happened where's your mother, oh sweet Jesus." Charlie murmured walking to his old recliner he sat down and grabbed the remote to the flat screen and turned the TV off. I sat on the old couch and got the baby out, crying as I was ready to beg Charlie to let me stay.
"Please Daddy don't kick me out I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry Daddy. I need you really bad. I screwed up and I need help. Please I'll pay rent I'll do anything if you just let me stay." I apologized mostly for taunting Phil into raping me, it was all my fault I just should have kept my mouth shut. If I had I would have been able to leave later, I could have taken time to find an apartment and a better job. Instead because of my stupidity I'm not stable enough right now to do much of anything besides what I absolutely have to and now I'm burdening my father with problems that aren't his own.
"Oh baby girl, no don't beg me please. Of course you can stay no matter what your always my baby girl nothing can ever change that." Charlie comforted me as he took the baby from my arms. I collapsed into him and cried. I needed someone to lean on right now because I wasn't strong enough to hold myself up.
"Where's your mother Bella, where's Phil." At the bastards name I shuttered and let out a sound like that of a wounded animal. I tightened my arms around my middle as a sort of hole started to grow from within me. Now that we were safe everything that Phil had done to me hit me full force.
"She's dead Mom is dead, she had a heart attack and now she's dead." I moaned out, suddenly I couldn't breathe and it felt like the walls were closing in around me. The baby started crying and my eyes swept the area for danger. The cries were so loud in my head making it even harder for me to function. I started gasping like a fish out of water yet it felt like no oxygen was reaching my lungs.
"Oh god Bella deep breaths now honey deep breaths. Karen this is Chief Swan I need an ambulance to my house ASAP you hear me, it's my daughter she's having a panic attack and it's a bad one, ok thank you." Bella sweetie an ambulance is coming but I need you to calm down." Charlie tried to calm me.
"No." I rasped out, I didn't want to go to the hospital. Charlie didn't listen and soon the paramedics came rushing in. They tried to put their hands on me and all I felt was Phil's hot sweaty hands as he violated me. One of them shouted for the other to hold me down, making me thrash and kick even worse. A pinch to my forearm was the only indicator that they had done something, that and then the sudden lethargic feeling that coaxed me into darkness which I wholeheartedly embraced.
The first sounds to enter my thought processes was that annoying beeping sounds, being as clumsy as I am I know by now that, that is the sound of a hospital heart monitor. I blinked my eyes opened them I tried moving my hand but my stomach rolled as I felt a familiar tug on the top of my hand. Uh I hated IV's I took a deep breath and looked around, it was defiantly a hospital room, a pale pink paint decorated the walls and a plethora of medical equipment was everywhere. The door opened and my greeting got caught in my throat, the doctor was a handsome twenty something man. Light golden hair cropped short and deep golden eyes took me in with caution as I appraised him. He smiled and nodded at me.
"Hello Ms. Swan I'm Dr. Cullen it seems like you gave us quite a scare. Along with your massive panic attack, you were dehydrated and malnourished which only exasperated things. Also it seems that you have a mild concussion mind telling me how you obtained that?" At the mention of my concussion my blood ran cold and the heart monitor started beeping rapidly and that familiar feeling from earlier was cropping up.
"Isabella, Bella relax take deep calming breaths, your safe in the hospital and your dad is right outside with your baby no one can hurt you, that's right Bella take bigger breaths. That's it, good girl, good." I closed my eyes and listened to Dr. Cullen.
"So" I finally spoke once I was calm, "Charlie is right outside?" I asked.
"Yep showing off his new granddaughter to anyone who would listen, stopped me on my way in here even. Your father is a good man you should be very proud of him." I smiled that was so like Charlie, once something happened that was out of his control he would accept it and move on.
"When can I leave?" I asked. Dr. Cullen frowned and looked over my chart.
"I want to keep you here over night for observation, I don't like that you're having a panic attack after a concussion. Now it could be from two separate events only you can really tell us but in any case I would still feel better about having you stay over night." I sighed and nodded. No one could ever know the reason for my panic attacks or my concussion. It's my secret now, forever. I turned my back to the Doctor showing him he wasn't going to get anything from me.
"I'll send your father in." Dr. Cullen said as he patted my shoulder. I flinched away from him as the door opened.
"Bells are you ok?" Charlie's gruff voice questioned.
"Yea dad I'll be fine." I said and turned back around. Did anyone notice how I said I would be fine only because right now I very obviously wasn't and one day I hoped to be. I sat up and motioned for the baby. Charlie smiled and gingerly placed her in my arms. I loved her, some might say that because of her my life was ruined, because of her, I lost my mother, my family and my virginity. But because of her I gained acceptance that I never knew I had. I was shown love by my father that I thought I would have to earn.
What a silly concept, can you ever really, truly earn a feeling such as love? My father a man who've I only really see for fourteen days out of the year took me in when I needed him, newborn baby in toe. Not many people would do that, even less father's I would guess.
So it was tonight (sheesh I was out for a long time.) that I decided to show this baby all the love that Charlie has shown me. Bianca was going to be my daughter, on her birth certificate it already says I am. How Phil pulled that one off I'll never know but he did. The father is unknown, the only people in the birthing room was me Phil and a lady Doctor…Dr. Peters? I couldn't remember her name, so no one would dispute the claim.
"I'm so glad to see your feeling better baby, and Bianca is so beautiful." Charlie whispered petting my hair with his thick calloused hand.
"How do you know her name?" I asked.
"I looked thru your bags and found her birth certificate, I was actually looking for your medical records to see if you had started taking any new anti-anxiety pills when I found it. Baby why did you never tell me you were pregnant, who is the father?" Charlie just had to ask all the hard questions right?
"I was ashamed, and can we please not talk about the father, please." I begged him with my eyes.
"Fine sweetie we don't have to talk about it today but I do want an answer someday." I nodded my consent.
"Some day." I promised.
