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Chapter Three

Edward's Pov

I watched my dad saunter—yes saunter, from behind the door that would lead to the girl's room. I hoped he tell me she was alright. I hoped she was alright. He didn't look upset—like she would never recover again.

"Dad--"

He waved his hand to cut me off. "Later—Dr. Farber is going to let me use his office for a minute. We need to talk."

'Crap!' I knew I didn't like that damned doctor. "Okay dad."

Alice and Emmett threw me apologetic glances, while Rosalie looked almost grateful that it was me. I almost wished that it was her that I had hit. Most days, I couldn't stand her. In fact I usually only put up with her because of Emmett.

"Dad, I pretty much told--"

He waved his hand in front of me again, stopping me mid sentence.

"You can tell me more about the accident later. By any chance was the young lady awake when you went to check on her?" he asked, his eyes were careful.

"No—she was unconscious—why?" I asked, knowing he wouldn't tell me.

"Just wondering. She'll recover son—that's all I can tell you about her condition. I'm taking you—and your friends home tonight. I'm going to be coming back tomorrow. I need to talk to her again--"

That was the end of it—for now. I had a feeling that he wouldn't let me go that easily. It's not like him—not in his nature.

He waved me out of the room, his arm around my shoulders.

"None of the rest of you are hurt—right?" he asked.

"No dad—just--" I broke off, wishing I at least knew her name.

"She'll recover—I promise."


The drive home was particularly quiet. No one wanted to even murmur one word. Afraid dad would start questioning us. Alice sat in between me and Jasper in the very back of my dad's Navigator. I had to sit as far away from him as possible. I felt the hot tears fall from my eyes. I couldn't let him see me crying. I didn't want anyone to know I was crying. They would think I was completely crazy. Crying for someone I didn't even know. I didn't even know her name, and it was killing me. I felt some kind of connection with her. Even if she was unconscious, and I was upset about the fact that she could be dead—it was still there.

My mind was so far away from the vehicle that so smoothly cruised down the streets that were brightening with the coming dawn, that I didn't realize when we pulled up in front of the house. I watched as everyone, slowly climbed down from the vehicle till only I was left. I swiftly wiped the left over tears from my eyes, before climbing out, and following my two siblings and our friends into the house. Mom and dad would let us crash until we felt the need to get back up. That meant hours of alone time.

"Esme—honey," my dad called from just inside the living room.

"Are they okay?" I could hear my mom's frantic voice from the kitchen.

"Just fine dear," my dad answered back, as my mom scurried in from the kitchen.

She went to Emmett who was the closest to her, and kissed his cheek, as he hugged her. She repeated this gesture with Rose, Jasper, and Alice. She stopped in front of me, her hand lingered on my cheek. For some reason I was always the one that she seem to express more emotion to. I don't understand why, but that was just how it seemed to happen.

"Are you okay Eddie?" she asked, her voice was quiet.

"Fine mom. Think the Volvo might be totaled though," I tried to play it off that I didn't care.

I didn't fool Jasper or Alice though, who were eying my carefully. Emmett's arm was around Rose's waist, as he eyed the kitchen.

"Breakfast is waiting for you--" she said over her shoulder. Everyone knew that it was more to Emmett than anyone else though.

As soon as everyone left the living room, my mom eyed me suspiciously.

"What's wrong Edward?" she asked, and I sighed. I would not cry in front of anyone.

"Just worried about her—I don't even know her name," my shoulders slumped forward, and it felt like a massive weight had been lifted from them.

"Your father said that he spoke with her. She'll be fine son," she smiled softly at me, and I felt quite a bit better. My mom had that effect on me though.

"Thanks mom—I needed that," I smiled back.


Bella's Pov

I woke with a start. I heard a loud screaming, but I soon realized that the sound was coming from me. I started panting, as the very real dream came back to me. It was so real that tears were streaming down my cheeks. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and sob.

"Are you okay?" a soft voice called from beside me.

I looked over and saw Dr. Cullen staring at me with wide eyes. I must have freaked him out. If only he lived where I did. If only he saw my real-life nightmare. He might understand the blood-curdling scream.

"Fine—nightmare," I panted out. Between the crying and the screaming I found that my breathing was labored quite a bit.

"Would you like to talk about it?" he asked, his voice was soft and careful. Afraid that he might scare me.

"Not really--" I sighed. I didn't want to talk about anything—to anyone. What I did want however was to get out of this place and find my dad. How was that going to happen with my leg in a cast? There would be no walking, that's for sure.

"Can you tell me—where you're from—Bella?" he asked, as he flashed a light in my eyes.

"I could—yes, but I don't want to. It doesn't matter anyways—I'm never going back there," I sighed, I had already said to much. I could tell by the look in his eyes.

"Why not Bella? What happened?" he asked.

Damn Shrink. I hated them—I had already been getting pressured by the shrink at school in Phoenix. I knew better than to say anything though—otherwise home life would become unlivable—and it wasn't that much better anyways.

"I can't say—I won't say—look can I go home yet?" I asked, an attitude was good—maybe then he'd leave me alone.

"I'm sorry Bella. You have a pretty serious head concussion. You need to be watched by a doctor--" his voice trailed off.

"Look—I have a thing about hospitals—what with me not liking them. I need to get out of here. Is there any possible way--"

"I'll make you a deal Bella. If you promise to talk to me—I'll get you out of the hospital. You'll need to stay at my house though—I'll need to keep an eye on you in case.."

"Can't you just help me find my dad? I mean—I don't know much about him—all i really know is that he lives in—" I paused trying to remember the information. "Forks."

"I know where that is—I'll make you a deal. You promise to come see me everyday so that I can keep a close eye on you—and you promise to talk to me I'll get you out of here and take you to your father."

His deal was impossible to decline. Too good to be true.

"Deal," I shook his hand.


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