Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, everything else is owned by Stephanie Meyers and E.L chapter is a little shorter than the others but I will make up for it in the next chapter, the Isabella in my head was determined to reveal more about herself than I or the story was ready for lol, so here we go.

Chapter three: Isabella.

Six hours, rose and I were in surgery for six hours doing everything humanly possible to save a six year old boys life, we almost lost him twice, his injuries being more severe than we were led to believe, the poor kid bled out twice while we tried to fix him up. While in that room, his blood covering us I honestly believed we wouldn't be able to save him but we never gave up and six hours of intense surgical procedures later, the little boy is in a stable condition and I have never felt relief like it, walking out of that room and watching the nurse take him to the paediatric unit where they would keep an eye on him and build him back up was one of the best feelings in the world and one of the reasons I loved my job. I feel rose standing next to me, no words are needed she just holds my hand in a tight grip, this isn't uncommon for us, it centred us and helped us calm down, looking down at myself I notice the blood I am covered in and rose isn't much better, its covering our scrubs, even our hands and arms, we really need to shower and change but we need this minute first, just to let everything sink in and remind ourselves that we saved him, he is going to live and the people who did this to him are going to pay, he will get his justice in a way me and rose never got ours. After a deep breath I turn to my sister "come on Wendy lets go and get cleaned up, we can make a few quick rounds before we get something to eat." She laughs at the name but nods her head, ever since we were younger we have called each other these nicknames from peter pan, when I first moved back with my dad, I wouldn't speak to anyone or let anyone close to me but slowly my father brought me out of the protective bubble I had myself in, I was 15 when I finally went back to school and because of my photographic memory I tested out, I just needed a few credits to graduate, so I placed in my senior year, that's when I met rose, she was in the same position as me testing out above her grade and we instantly clicked, I felt safe with her, within a few weeks we were sisters and she had a habit of calling me Tink because of my height, one day I saw how motherly she was over me, much like Wendy in peter pan is over her siblings and the name stuck. I shake myself back to the present as we reach the on call room, walking in I find a box of insulin and even though Jack is an asshole I can't help but be grateful, quickly checking my blood sugar before having my shot and stripping out of my bloody clothes and jumping in the shower, I let the hot water run over me for a few seconds before I start washing myself. As I get out I feel how tired my body is, it's midnight and I haven't slept in over twenty four hours and no matter how much my body is crying out for it, I need to make a few rounds before I can sleep. I quickly change and walk out the room and find rose waiting for me, I take one look at her face and see she is fighting to keep her eyes open, I quickly take her hand "go and get some sleep rose, I'll cover the rounds tonight." She opens her mouth to protest but I quickly cut her off "no arguing, your no good to anyone if you can't even keep your eyes open, so go and get some sleep and I will see you in a few hours." She nods her head before kissing my cheek and heading back to her room, she needs more sleep than I do, for years I have been functioning on three maybe four hours sleep a night, damn nightmares make it almost impossible to sleep. Before I start on my round I pull out my phone and check it, only to find three missed calls from my lawyer Jenks and a message, opening it I feel my blood run cold 'Isabella, I have just been informed of someone trying to gain access to your files, call me first thing tomorrow morning.' Why would someone be trying to get into my files? Nobody needs to know what's in them and more importantly who is doing this? I can't think of this here, I will call Jenks in the morning but I need to keep my head, I give my head a quick shake and take a deep breath, I remind myself that all the files are locked and are virtually impossible to get into. With that I put my phone away and start making my rounds.

As I am finishing up my rounds I can feel the tiredness hit me full force, taking a quick look at the time I find it is 3am, I give myself a quick shake and walk towards the on call room but while I'm on my way I find myself drawn to Elliott's room, popping my head around the door I find him fast asleep with his mouth wide open, that makes me laugh a little, quietly closing the door I carry on my way to my room but stop when I hear Christian's voice, straining to hear I catch the last bit of conversation "I don't care what you have to do Welch get into those files, I want to know everything about her." What the fuck? Did I actually hear that? Is he the one who is tried to access my files or am I just being paranoid? I mean he could be talking about anyone really, the man owns a multibillion dollar business, of course he performs background checks on his employees. No matter how much I try to convince myself that this is all a coincidence my instincts tell me that he really is talking about me, but that doesn't make sense, why would he want to know anything about me? Especially my past? No I'm overthinking this and it's exhausting, I will think about it more in the morning after I've had a few hours' sleep, I once again shake myself and continue walking to my room, I quickly strip down and I'm out before my head properly hits the pillow.

I'm back in that god awful room, I see my thirteen year old self strapped to a bed, blind folded and gagged, I can smell the leather, the musky scent of his cologne and I can feel his breath tickling my face as he says 'aww sweet Isabella remember the rules, you are not to make a sound, hand gestures only and remember if you tell anyone about this they won't believe you, they will think you asked for it, they will know you for the whore you truly are, what can I say, like mother like daughter, now let's start shall we, I want to see your creamy skin turn that beautiful shade of red.' Mr. Lincoln is a sick bastard but he is right who would believe me? I have to stop myself from screaming as he hits me with what feels like a belt. Why is he doing this? What did I do to deserve this? I'm trying my best to think around the pain but then I feel him move my panties and rub himself against me, I can't help but cry but like the sick bastard he is he gets joy out of it, he rubs against me harder and I can't breathe, I don't like to be touched. He growls at me and the fight for oxygen gets harder and the room starts spinning, I'm screaming in my mind but I can't force the words out, he holds me down with a tighter grip and lines himself up with me.

I wake up gasping for air, my stomach is rolling and I'm drenched in sweat, I take a few deep breaths and centre myself, looking at the clock I find its 5am, two fucking hours sleep but I know I won't get back to sleep now, so getting up and taking my insulin, I head to the shower before I head to the café I grab a coffee and some toast before I sit down, I thought the nightmares were getting better, I mean I have them every night but I haven't had one about that for a while, the ones that are about that time of my life always knock me off course, I can still feel a panic attack lurking, I can feel my skin crawling just when I'm thinking about anyone else having to touch me but I can't lose my shit today, not when there is so much to do here. I try my hardest to getting my breathing under control but all that is thrown out the window when I feel a hand on my shoulder, letting out a small scream I whip around and come face to face with a startled looking Christian, I run my hands through my hair and let out a shaky breath "sorry for scaring you Mr. Grey." He gives me a small smile "I apologise Miss. Swan I didn't mean to startle you I was just wondering if it was okay to sit with you?" I nod and he sits opposite me, we sit in silence and all I can think about is the phone call I overheard last night, was it really him who was trying to get a full background check on me? And if it was why? What could he possibly need with my past records? What's your game Grey because I can guarantee that I will come out the winner, you may be a billionaire business man but I am a woman who doesn't need her past being brought forward, I have worked too hard to get where I am in life and to make the name I have for myself and nobody especially you is going to make me turn back to that weak and defenceless little girl.