a/n: ok some mixed reactions but all positive! please please let me know what you think, i'm very nervous of this story but think it could be half decent!!

I Cried To My Daddy On The Telephone

EPOV

I watched her from the side as she looked around my apartment. She was like a kitten, shy and curious before braving up and diving in without hesitation.

She still wore my jacket and she rubbed at her arms continuously seeking warmth.

I stood by the coffee maker, waiting for it to finish with the jug full I was making for Bella and I.

She was going to sober up. I wasn't having her like she was, in my apartment.

She seemed to sober up a little on the way home but I still wasn't satisfied.

"Here, drink this?" I ordered as I threw a bottle of water in her direction. She caught it but only just and she rose her brows up at it if I was a foreign object.

"It's water." I clarified just in case she really was that drunk.

She rolled her eyes at me. "I know…" she sighed.

She began to ponder through more packed boxes that lay across the living room floor, opening up one I heard her excited. "Now this is what I have been looking for, this is the party box. Belvidere? The good stuff." she said quite smugly.

"Don't even think about it, Bella, you open that bottle I'll throw you right out on to the streets - minus my jacket. Drink the water."

She looked at the bottle of Vodka in her hand, but I was being honest, if she opened that bottle, she was on her own.

"It will warm me up." she shrugged, her hands wrapping around the top of the bottle.

I rushed over to her, pulling it out of her hand and sitting it on the counter behind me.

"You want warmed up I'll give you something to wear that will cover your arse."

"Don't you like the skirt?" she teased as she pulled herself up into me.

"Not particularly. A bit trashy for my linking." I told her blankly.

"Aww, I get it, you like the frigid, stick up the ass kinda girl. The one that's a bit of a challenge?"

"I like the girl that has a bit of self respect for herself."

"I can be her too." She shrugged. "I just like this way better." she took hold of my hand, pulling it towards the top of her leg. My fingers had brushed against her soft skin before I realized what she was trying to do and as soon as I realized I pulled back.

"I'll get you something to wear." I told her sharply.

She shrugged and nodded, accepting my offer.

Walking across to one of the other brown boxes that had been open I shuffled through my clothes, lifting sweat bottoms out, a t-shirt and a hooded top I passed them to her for her to get changed.

"The bathroom is in the hall and the second door up." I told her as I went back to the kitchen side of the open planned apartment.

Looking over I saw her strip her skirt away right where she stood when I had passed the clothes to her. Lifting off her top, she stood in only a little pair of boy shorts.

I couldn't believe she was changing right in front if me, in the middle of my apartment. I was only glad I had the blinds tilted closed. I could imagine what the neighbours would have to say about that.

I looked at her back, her waist. She seemed even smaller without her cloths on. I knew I shouldn't have been looking but the small bumps of her spin had me hypnotized, they led to the curve on her back before her bottom and where her little shorts began.

She turned around, completely topless and I averted my gaze. What I had caught at the front looked just as good but I tried to seem like I wasn't looking, that I wasn't the pervert I had been.

"You're a doctor, right? Doesn't it all just look the same?" I heard her call, obviously talking about her body and perhaps trying to get a rise out of me.

I looked up to her, meeting only her eyes and refusing to look else where. I nodded at her words before I turned back to the coffee maker and pulling out two mugs out of the cupboard above me. About one of the few thing I had got tided away.

I could see her dress from the corner of my eye as I poured the hot black coffee.

"Milk? Sugar?" I asked.

"Sugar, four of them." she replied.

"Four? What are you, five?"

"Eighteen, but you already knew that." she shrugged as she walked over to the couch, baling herself up in a corner.

I ignored her and handed her the mug of coffee. "That should warm you up." I told her.

I still couldn't believe she was here, she was on my couch, in my apartment. If her father found out she was here he would go crazy. Hell, my father would go crazy.

But I didn't know what to do. I couldn't leave her in the streets like she was so determined to do if she didn't come back here. At least here, she was warm, at least here, she was safe.

It was only eleven o'clock at night but my night had felt like it had been forever since I had came across her in that bar.

I sat down on the bubble wrapped coffee table with little pops below me as I sat across from her. I was too worried of what she might attempt if I sat close to her. I didn't know if her little strip was some stunt to gain some kind of attention from me. But I wasn't giving it to her.

She looked around, over my head taking in my apartment. "It really is nice here." she told me as she took a sip. "It feels like a home."

"What about your home?" I asked.

"It feel like a home too, just a really horrible one though. Me and Charlie, we don't get on too well. He loves me, he just…he just wants me to be someone else." her eyes fluttered around, everywhere, but they didn't look at me, though I could see them glaze over as she spoke about her home.

"You get on?" I asked carefully.

"Sometimes. When I do what he tells me, you know?" she shrugged.

"He won't look at me right now, not after the hospital the other day?" her tone was sad but she let out a little laugh. "I don't know why I'm telling you this." she shrugged.

I leaned further forward with my mug in my hands. "If you want to talk, I will listen." I had a feeling she could really do with talking to someone.

"I don't know if it's because you Alice's brother, you're a lot like her, you know?"

I scoffed, Alice and I got on well but I don't know if we could be compared to be alike.

"You are, there is something about you."

"Something about me?" I asked hoping she would elaborate.

"Something…something other worldly."

"Alice is defiantly other worldly, but I don't know if I am."

She nodded slightly. "I miss her." she whispered and the glaze in her eyes became more intense as I could see she was thinking about her. "She liked me even though their wasn't anything I could give to her."

She chewed on her lip, her mind thinking. "You are like that. Okay, you don't like me, but you are not looking for anything from me for being here."

"Is that how everyone else is?"

"All the men at least." she shrugged. "Girls just don't like me."

"Have you ever thought it you were too….too aggressive?"

"Do you think I'm mean?" she looked heartbroken at the question as she looked into my eyes.

"No, I never said you were mean, you just have a powerful presence sometimes." I laughed a little and she looked up at me in confusion. "Something tells me that that isn't really you. It's an act?"

"I don't know anymore." her hand reached down to her bare feet as she took another swig from her coffee cup. She tried to rub at them and I reached over and felt they were cold as well.

"How come you are as cold as you are but you still go out the house half dressed and without a coat."

"I'm always cold." she shrugged. "I'm always tired… and I always feel cold..."

I stood up, walking back to the box full of clothes and I pulled out a thick pair of sport socks for her to put on.

Walking over I sat on the middle seat of the couch, I gently pulled at her feet and slipped the socks on her, rubbing them trying to warm her up some more.

I didn't know who this girl was but it wasn't the girl I pulled out of the bar.

She gave a whispered thanks as she cradled the warm mug in her hands.

"Tell me more about you." I ordered gently, but she shook her head, keeping quiet.

"Tell me about Alice?" I asked carefully and for the first time ever, I saw a tiny genuine smile on her face.

"She loves you, she missed you." she told me and I felt guilty for ever going to Chicago.

"Don't worry though, she was proud of you for doing what was right for you, she would have felt bad if you stayed." she backed up.

"I still should have been here, kept her safe." I gritted my teeth on the last part of the sentence knowing it was Bella's fault she ended up in hospital. At her words her eyes cast down and I couldn't see anything of her.

"I really never meant for that to happen. I thought it would be some fun," she shrugged. "A bit of an escape."

"Well it was an escape for Alice, she was unconscious for two days." I snapped but I immediately regretted it.

"I really am sorry, I love her." her words croak out and I felt bad for saying it, for tearing her down even more.

She swallowed hard. "Maybe…maybe I should go. You don't want me here."

The strangest sensation took over me, I did wan her here. I hadn't wanted her here as we drove, but looking into her eyes when they were filled with pain, I wanted to keep her here with me so I could look after her. It was clear, that even though Bella said Charlie loved her, he wasn't giving her what she needed.

I didn't know what that was myself but I was sure I had got more out of Bella tonight than her father most likely had since she arrived here.

"Stay, I don't want you out in the streets…you're just getting warmed up." I shrugged pathetically. It was a rubbish excuse and I was sure Bella saw through it.

I reached for her hands and they were still ice cold. This girl just could not seem to warm up.

I was beginning to grow worried.

I stood up and sighed. "Wait right here." she nodded and looked up at me blankly before I left the room, headed for my own bedroom.

I saw my reflection of myself in the un-hung mirror and I didn't know what I was doing. What I was getting into.

As a human being I suppose I was concerned about her. As me, Edward Cullen, I honestly didn't know what I was feeling for this girl.

I lifted up the duvet cover off of my bed and walked back through to find Bella at the unit with the bottle of vodka in her hand again.

"Are you an alcoholic or something?" I snapped at her as she jumped around, why couldn't she just leave the damn bottle alone. "It was about the only thing I didn't see in your notes, alcoholic."

She placed it back down on the unit, her eyes cast down. "I…I was just thinking it would be good in the coffee. And don't talk about my notes, were not in the hospital." she added, pointedly.

"Stop touching my vodka and I won't mention your catalogue of notes."

"I wasn't going to take it. I wanted to, but I wasn't going too. I was getting more coffee."

I threw down the duvet cover on the couch and walked over to the kitchen unit. I lifted the bottle and placed it in the cupboard, out of her view.

"Why do you do the things you do?" I asked curious.

"What are we talking about? Me in bars with older men or my hospital notes?"

I laughed. "If you carry on with men like you do, that will end up in your notes too, some STI or because some guy has a abused you like never before."

She flinched at my words and turned to face the wall, pretending to fight with the sugar canister.

I pulled at my hair, frustrated. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, its none of my business." It really wasn't, no matter what I thought about this girl, what she did in her own life was her own choice. She was adamant on that, I could tell from the notes in the hospital.

"How many sugars?" she asked.

"One, please." She opened the canister and placing the sugars in the cups before she moved onto the jug of coffee and pouring it in the mugs.

I reached over, picking up both cups before I walked over to the couch and the coffee table.

I nodded her to sit down as I placed the warm drinks on the table.

Lifting up the duvet, I tucked it around her, her little ball. I left space for her to get her arms out so she could hold onto her coffee.

"Thank you." she whispered shyly as I passed her the coffee and sat at the other end of the couch.

She looked so young. Despite the way she had been dressed, she wore no make up and I wondered if she even had any. If she was going to that much trouble of gaining attention, a painted face would help that, no doubt.

But the only thing she had on her face was the purple marks below her eyes, she was tired and I had no idea how long she had been like that for.

Her brows furrow forward. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Am I? I would say I was being…I don't know, normal?"

"Well if this is normal, you must be a really nice guy. Alice spoke about you as if you held the world up. I was always jealous she had you, even though I never met you or knew what you were like."

Something in me was pushing, pushing to let her in closer, because she needed someone, she needed Alice and we had took her away form her.

"You can talk to me." I didn't know if it was a game, if she was pressing my buttons and this is what she was aiming for, if she was playing mind games, to make me and my family think she wasn't as bad as she was.

But she wasn't as bad as she was. She held herself that way, some kind of defence mechanism. She was alone in this world and she had been through so much with what her notes held. I just knew that there was more to it than the pages of paper and scribbled handwriting held.

"Where were you before here?" I asked. I knew she was in Florida, that's where she lived with her mother and step father.

She hesitated for a moment. "Houston." she told me.

Why did she lie?

I never said anything, instead I kept quiet, see what the rest of her so-called story was.

"Do you miss your mum?" I asked, is that why she was like this? Did her mum send her here and this was her reaction or was she like this with her mother and she couldn't handle her anymore so sent her off to Charlie.

She nodded silently. "I call her everyday though."

She must have felt close to her mum to call her everyday, I was close to my mother but still, I never called her everyday.

"Why did you move back to Forks?" I was curious, I had to know.

She shrugged. "Some things happened…" it was all she said.

She was closing down. I wasn't sure if it was because she was tired or if she just didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"How is Alice?" she asked. I was surprised she hadn't asked sooner.

"She's good. She has a boyfriend now thought." I was still worried about this guy, Jasper. Was he really as good as she said.

"That's nice. Its good to hear she is happy."

We slipped into silence until I heard her begin to hum.

I recognised the tune, I just couldn't think what it was.

"Bella, are you tired, you can go to bed if you want."

She thought about it again, chewing her lip. I wanted to reach for it and pull it away from what she was doing to it.

"I'm tired." was all she said.

I nodded at her words, though it seemed as if something was hidden by them.

"You can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the couch." I told her as I began to satand up.

"No, it's fine. I'll take the couch, I probably wont sleep much anyways."

"No, take the bed." I told her with some finality in my voice.

The wind picked up out side and you could hear the trees rustle in the background. For it being the middle of September it sounds pretty wild.

Bella jumped out from below her spot under the covers and peered out of the blinds.

Standing up behind her I could see her shoulders tense even below all the layers she wore, her neck was rigid as her head swept across the lenght of the blinds and out on to the street.

"Sounds wild out there." I spoke, trying to get her attention away form the blinds.

Her eyes looked heavy "I don't like the wind." her words were pretty random.

Moving to the couch I picked up the duvet cover and ordered her to follow me to my bed room, once there I threw the bed covers over the bed, told her to sleep and let her be before I made a bed out of some spare covers and blankets, sleeping on the couch.

BPOV

"Dad, you need to get here, you need to come and get me." I shouted through the phone, panicked. I was scared to death and I didn't know what to do.

"Easy Bells, you will be fine, don't worry." I heard his voce relaxed, it sootherd me a little but he wasn't here, he didn't have the feeling I had.

"Please…" I begged.

"By the time I get there Renee will have you sorted. She will take care of you. Don't panic."

"But she wont listen." I tired to argue, she wasn't listening to a word I said.

The wind blew outside and the rain lashed against the windows, it made me nervous, I couldn't hear what was going out on the street. All I could hear was the wind, howling at me.

"Bella. Stop this, you will be safe, nothing is going to hurt you."

"Dad, listen to me…" I felt the tears for in my eyes, my gut in knots. Why would he listen, why would he see what I was trying to say.

"Bells…" he sighed again.

The wind continued to howl and the rain poured.

Looking out into the street it was dark, I couldn't see anything or anyone.

"Dad." I shouted down the phone.

No answer.

"Dad. Dad, are you there?" I swolloedd hard.

"Dad." I cried in panic.

The phone had been disconnected.

"Dad!" I screamed down the phone my heart about to burst.

I couldn't breath, I knew I was in danger. My heart raced, my mind a not able to concentrat.

I screamed.

I screamed with everything I had in me.

All I knew was that I wasn't safe.

EPOV

Screams.

Screams was all I could hear.

I jumped up from the couch and rushed through to my bedroom as fast as I could to find Bella still screaming.

She sounded petrified. Even in the dark you could see the sheen of sweat across her forehead. She rolled around clutching on to the duvet with tears pouring from her eyes.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, this hard girl was in pieces as she slept.

I got on to the bed, reaching for her, her body trembling with fear with the nightmare she was having.

"Bella." I shook her gently, my own hands shaking with fear for the girl that slept in my bed.

"Bella, wake up." I shook her even firmer, determined to pull her out from the horrors in her head.

I was painful, her voice, her scream so shrilling. It pierced my heart and it pierced my brain. I was scared for her and the fact that I couldn't seem to pull her out from under the horrendous spell.

I straddled over her tiny waist, shaking her vigoursly until I snapped her out of it and woke her up.

The screaming stopped and she gasped for air below me.

"Bella, Bella, Bella." I called her name over and over, she never spoke or answered me.

Her eyes were open like saucers, fear still in them. I looked down to her below me and I wanted to wrap my arms around her, I wanted to tell her everything was ok, that it would be alright, no matter what she had dreamt of.

They were only bad dreams, weren't they?

I let the pad of my thumb brush against her cheek, wiping at a few of the tears that marked her porcelain skin.

She had stopped crying when she woke up, but she still sobbed, her chest still heaved needing the air and needing the release.

I felt my own breath as erratic as hers, I copied her, panic flooding me too but I knew it was a different kind to hers.

"Are you ok?" I asked as I still sat above her.

She burst into tears, shaking her head and closing her face off to me with her two hands.

I didn't want her to do that, I wanted to see her face, I wanted to see if it got any better. I knew her pain was only getting worse though.

She sobbed uncontrollably below me, I didn't know what to do. She was in pain, so much pain.

Without thinking I wrapped my arms around her, below her neck and held on tight to her, held on to her because she was so close to slipping, she needed someone else to do the holding on for her.

"It's ok, you're safe." I whispered into her ear. I didn't know what had her like this but ther was copious amouts of fear behind it.

"Bella, you're safe. I'm hear." I promised into her ear.

"Bella, breath." I begged for her to calm, I coulod hear the panic set in my own voice at this creature below me.

Her hands pulled away form her face and wrapped around my neck and I felt her tears on my skin, at my face and my neck.

I didn't care, she could shed all the tears she needed too on me if that was what she needed.

I 'sushed' her, tired to sooth her and held on tight.

Eventually, afters some time, she calmed, my words eventually taking effect and her breathing retuned to normal.

Pulling away from her I could see the flash of panic sweep across her face once again but I reached for her hand as I climbed below the covers and pulled her into me, flush against once another, chest to chest, forehead to forehead, eye to eye.

I let my fingers sweep away the strands of damp brown hair from her face, her beautiful face full of pain, but none the less beautiful for it.

We looked at one another, I tried to think of what could have made her scream like that but it didn't matter, not just now, the only thing that mattered right now, was that she was calm, she could breath without fear and that she wasn't screaming.

I would ask her about it later, when she was able.

"I'm sorry." she whispered, her words warm on my face. She broke her eye contact, making them fall away form mine.

"You don't need to apologize." I whispered back to her. She had nothing to be sorry for.

I tapped the bottom of her chin with my index finger, making her eyes meet mine once again.

"Are you ok?" I was still worried about her, how she got into that state, what had casued that state.

She gave an almost invisible nod in return.

I knew she would need sleep but I wasn't forcing her, not if that was the result.

I reached up behind me, switching on my radio alarm, it was all I had plugged in so far, and I turned the volume down to a gentle tone for her.

I wrapped my arms back around her and we lay like we had once again.

"Thank you." she whispered.

I shook my head, waving off her thanks. I didn't need them, I wanted to help her.

I woke up in bed and Bella wasn't with me anymore.

I could smell food cook from the other side of the apartment though, and I knew she was still here, she was still with me, she hadn't sneaked out after I had watch her fall asleep, myself giving into the warm slumber also.

I heard a smash and a curse and got out of bed heading to find Bella.

"Morning." I mumbled carefully out to the open space, but I couldn't see her.

She jumped to her feet from behind the kichen counter with a smashed mug in her hand and a sorry smlie on her face.

"I didn't mean it. It was an accident." she told me, refering to the broken mug in her hand.

I laughed a little at her face, "It's fine. Most of it is going anyway. I only brought it until I got a chance to get new stuff." I shrugged.

"Thank god, I don't mean to sound mean, but that was one ugly mug anyway." her smile got bigger.

"It was a graduation present from Alice." I told her and her face turned to horror, like the one I had saw from her in the middle of the night.

"Really, don't worry. I have been trying to break it since she got me the damn thing." I laughed as I walked up to her, placing my hand on her shoulders and trying to relax her.

"What are you doing anyway?" I asked as I looked around at the mess of my kirchen.

"You…you were so nice to me. I just wanted to…I don't know make it up to you, I thought I would make you breakfast." she bit on her lip nervously.

I don't know why I did it, but I did. I reached for her lip and gently and pulled it out from her teeth with my finger before I reached down and kissed her on the forehead.

I suppose I could see it as trying to ease her, relax her a little. She did still seem pretty tense.

I noted that she now only wore my t-shirt, the hooded top now discarded to the couch, next to my makeshift bed.

Reaching for her arms I slid my hands down them.

Warm

It was good to feel after she had been so hard to heat up last night.

She glanced up at me in surpise at no doubt the kiss and the way I had touched her.

"You're warm." I told her.

She smiled shyly and blushed. "I thought I would cook up what you had in the fridge." she shrugged as she pointed to the cooking bacon and eggs.

"Thank you, but you know you really didn't have too do that."

"But you were nice to me." she told me with a little bit of sadness in her words. "I wanted too."

I nodded, accepting her words.

"Do you have another mug?" she asked as she lifted up part of the broken one.

I smiled. "I only had the two."

She placed her hand on her forehead. "Shit, I'm sorry. I'm such a fuck up. I'll buy you a new one." she promised in a rush.

"It's fine, I need to buy new crockery and all that anyway. I was going to do it this week."

"I'll buy you it." she rushed out again.

"What crockery? I will get it myself, don't worry, it was only an ugly looking mug." I told her.

"That Alice bought you."

"Yeh, well she also gave you that skirt, doesn't make it a good idea." I joked but I crossed the line, I could tell from the look on her face.

I saw her pull back, away from me. "That was a joke." I tried to explain.

She nodded up, her eyes full of hurt. "I know." you could hear the broken tone and I hated my self instantly for ever saying it. Why did I say it?

She reached past me, picking up a plate and filling it up without saying another word and handed me it.

I could feel the air go cold again and I wondered if it was me, if it was my cold attitude that could turn her to ice. I reached out to her, her arm still warm.

I sighed and put down the plate and took the other plate out of Bella's hand too.

I pulled her into me, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, trying to apologize for my comment.

"I really shouldn't have said that." I admited.

"Said what?" she tried to pretend she didn't know what I was talking about.

"That arsehole comment about your skirt."

"It's fine Edward. Do you really think I dont know what people think about me?"

"I don't think that about you."

"And what is that?" she asked, she was tying me up here but I had said so many things to her last night, so many hurtful things, I called her a slut, trash and god knows what else. It just pained me to see her flaunt herself like that for a bit of seedy attention. She deserved better.

"I said a lot of bad things last night. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean them, I don't think that of you, I just don't want to see you…I don't know hurt, or something. Alice spoke to me on the phone, told me not to judge you but I did, I listened to the rumours and the gossip and I shouldn't have. I can see that things aren't as simple as that. I'm sorry."

She pulled away. "And what makes you think things aren't as simple." she bit at me slightly.

"Last night…." I sighed. That was everything. She knew what I was talking about.

"Well we can just forget about that, cant we." she said as she picked up the plate, filling it with bacon and egg.

"No, I can't." she looked up at me, no doubt surprised at my firmness.

"I said forget it." she practically growled.

"And I said, no." I told her just as firm as I had done last time.

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