Hi it's me again. Sorry I haven't updated in a while X(. But I am pleased to give a personal shout out to all those awesome people who reviewed the second chapter. Thanks to;

Smileysam (nice pen name :))

.pottz (who reveiwed all the way from Mexico! How nice is that! :D) (Sorry about half of your user name getting deleted! It wont let me put it on here! I'm sorry! :( )

and of course

Lilly Tagloft [my amazing beta/best friend!(who could be reading this over my shoulder at this very moment *gasp*!) Thanks, Lilly!]

Funny thing is... I was :) ~ Lilly

Disclaimer:

Me: I don't own Twilight, nor do I care.

Stephanie Meyer: You're not going to whine and possibly threaten me like everyone else?

Me: Um...no. It's your work, and you're entitled to it.

Stephanie Meyer: Well thats refreshing after hearing obsessed fangirls scream at me that "ONE DAY I WILL OWN EDWARD CULLEN" and such. Thanks for that.

Me: my pleasure! Now on with the story! :D (Although I do want Mr. Jasper Whitlock Hale, and Lilly calls dibs on Jacob. *evil smile*)

P.S. Kyah's point of view may not come up for a while or it might come in this chapter. I'm very indecisive.

"You know, I never really though about it, but I might be the 'over-protective sister' type. This is really going to suck for you."

"Yeah."

I looked up from my book, and lo and behold, Kyah was staring straight at me."

Bella's POV

I was too shocked to say anything, that was how happy and excited I was, even if only for a second. Finally, Kyah was awake! I flung myself from the uncomfortable plastic chair and pulled my younger cousin into a bear hug.

"Oh my gosh, Kyah!" I screamed, sounding like an overly peppy eleven-year-old.

Kyah squirmed, "Can't breath Bella! LET GO!" She yelled at me with amusement laced in her voice, and even then I didn't let her go. After the past days, dealing with grief and worry, I was finally breaking down. So I did what I normally did in situations like this; I went to Kyah.

When we were younger, Kyah and I had been much closer. We told each other everything and did almost everything together. Most of my fondest childhood memories were shared with her, and whenever I was upset, or sad, or even when I was pissed off like none other, Kyah was there to help me through it. Kyah was my shoulder to cry on, she was always there to cheer me up with her crazy antics and her all-out insane sense of humor. One time she had even let me scream at her over something that did not have anything to do with her. When I was done yelling, I'd started crying, telling her I was sorry over and over. She hadn't been mad, but calming. She had put her arm around my shoulders and told me everything was okay. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was just like Jasper, the way she could always make you feel what she was feeling. She was always happy... in fact I'd only ever seen her cry one time, when her older brother, Max, left home to join the army. I needed that happiness right now. I needed Kyah to come up with some witty remark to make me smile again. I wanted that, but I knew that once Kyah knew about her dad, she was going to be as bad off as me. I hated that I would have to be the one tell her.

"Bella, really, what's wrong?" Kyah asked, pulling herself away from me with some difficulty.

I stared at her for a second, trying hard not to make my inner emotions too obvious. "Um... Ky, look at where we are."

Kyah frowned, looking around. She took in the starchy hospital bed, the beeping, electronic monitors, her tan arms that were covered with purple-ish bruises, and finally the red tulips on the bedside table. She looked at me with a stunned expression.

"What happened to me, Bella? I don't remember-!" She cut off, her eyes widening in a classic 'Kyah light bulb moment.' "The car...," she muttered absently, wringing the thin, off-white blankets in her hands, twisting the stiff fabric around her long, elegant fingers.

"You've been out a couple days, Ky," I told her gently, hoping that she was still too out of it to ask the one question that I never wanted to answer. But I should have known better; nothing goes the way I want it to.

"Where's my dad? Is he okay? Where is he?" She looked a tad worried now, her chocolate-colored eyes taking in my facial expression with caution.

This was the moment I'd been dreading for days. I couldn't bring myself to tell her - I totally chickened out.

"I-I-I-" I stuttered, looking around the room for something to save me. My eyes rested gratefully on the door. "I'll go get one of the doctors, tell them that you're up!" I cried almost incoherently and stood to make a mad dash for the door. Kyah grabbed my wrist tightly and held me back with surprising strength for someone her size.

I gave up my pitiful attempt to flee and looked back around at my cousin. Her eyes had a terrified, child-like look about them. Her breath came out in uneven spurts. She looked me dead in the eyes; emotion wearing a thick hole in the middle of my chest because now I knew she knew, and I didn't want her to... not just yet.

"Bella! Where is my...?" she paused for one second, like she was to afraid to ask. Her voice came out in an agonized whisper.

"Where's Daddy?"

I'd heard that tone of voice once before- the desperate, almost pleading way she asked reminded me of when she was two, and her mom had left her and her father, stealing herself away in the dead of night. Kyah had awoken the next morning, rubbing her eyes and looking around. She must have sensed something was wrong, because the first words out of her mouth that morning were not her usual greeting of "I want sugar on my Cheerios," but were "Where's Mommy?" stated in the same, terrified tone I was hearing now.

Oh my gosh...

I looked at her frightened eyes one more time before turning away and finally blurted out in a quiet, desperate voice, "He's dead, Kyah."

I shifted my gaze back up towards her. Kyah's face was devoid of any emotion, her grip on my wrist slackened immediately, and her thin hand fell limp at her bruised side. She looked so dazed; it were as if she was lost in her own mind, seeing something I couldn't. I stepped closer to her and put my hand on her shoulder.

"It'll be okay-"

"Get out." Kyah's voice was barely a whisper.

I blinked. "What?" I asked dumbly.

"Get out," Kyah repeated, starting to hyperventilate, "Get out, get out, get out!"

"Kyah!" I was shocked, why would she say that to me?

"GET OUT OF HERE!" she screamed at me, flinching away from my hand. "GO, BELLA! GO AWAY!"

It was against my own will that I sprinted out the door. I was going away, just as Kyah said. Something in the back of my mind told me that this was wrong, reminded me that I didn't want to be doing this, that I should have stayed with her no matter what. Before I could act on this new found will power, I crashed into someone. Even with my new vampire grace, I managed to send us both flying.

The girl stumbled backward into the wall, looking shocked and frazzled to say the least. She was tall, and skinny as a stick. Her hair was a silvery gray color, though she couldn't be older than twenty. She was wearing scrubs, so she was probably a medical student training at the hospital. She had on a name tag that read "Tresca" in a generic font. I took all this in in about a second. Pulling myself off of the floor, I turned to her and frantically asked her where the exit was. All thoughts of going back had flown from my head.

The girl didn't look at me like I was crazy, but merely pointed down the hall to one of the emergency exits. She bent down to pick up some of the charts she had dropped, but I was in too much of a hurry to help her. I bolted out the door and sprinted at vampire speed to my flashy, red Audi.

I arrived at the hotel in record time. I grudgingly made my way into the building and up to the third floor where mine and Edward's room was located.

I passed Carlisle and Esme's room, then Charlie's, and finally I came to room four-hundred and twenty, my room, and slid the key card shakily through the slot above the door handle. The lock clicked quietly and I pushed open the door and entered the room quietly.

Edward was sitting on the little tan sofa staring blankly at the muted TV, he looked up as soon as I opened the door. We stared at each other for a minute, Edward taking in my sullen expression. The next thing I knew he was standing beside me and stroking my back soothingly.

"It's okay," he said into my ear.

I looked up at him and stared into his topaz eyes. "No it isn't," I said, burying my face in his shoulder. I cried tearless sobs, hysterically repeating what I had just said. Then a thought occurred to me - I had left Kyah, all by herself, sad and horrified. What had I done? I just abandoned my cousin when she needed me the most. I am a horrible monster! I cried harder, knowing that my baby cousin, my sister of sorts, was probably doing just the same thing.

Oooooh, dramatic! I must let you all know that I am a very dramatic person and that this probably will continue, but you have to admit that this is a very sad situation and deserves a bit of drama, no?

Personal shout outs of thanks to all who review (even though it isn't a lot compared to what you give to me). Thanks everyone, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

P.S. the more reviews = the faster I'll post again! Just a hint. ;D

-Khaos