This bed was giving me a fucking back ache. This pillow was practically made of fucking rocks. Doesn't surprise me that Forks Hospital can't dish out enough money to make their fucking patients comfortable. Cheap bastards. I had unfastened my neck brace already and chucked it not so discreetly at the doctor as soon as he walked in. Doctor, that's funny. More like his daddy had connections. He looked more like he spent time being cut than doing the cutting.

Dr. Plastic-face ducked casually as I threw the brace at him and gave me a bright smile. Fuck, I think he gave me sun burn. I glared at him as if daring him to fucking prod me with that stethoscope of his. He'd probably end up poking my eye out. Probably has the IQ of a box of rocks.

I concentrated on the neck brace that was lying on the floor. I saw it float behind Goldilocks's head and then break in two as I threw it at his pretentious golden hair. What the fuck?

Dr. Plastic-face turned around and regarded the brace with a pale raised eyebrow. He then turned to me and gave me more red skin with the stupid fucking smile. I swear to God, these Cullens are going to be the fuckin' death of me. I was so tempted to smash his oddly impressive teeth in with the nearby TV. Lets see him break that in two!

Dr. Plastic-face poked at me at if I was some fucking science experiment. I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for his stupid fucking red-haired thing of a son. Don't even get me started on that fucking asshole. I was already shaking with suppressed anger.

"Well, you seem to be all right. I can't seem to find the wound where the blood came from, but it might have been the driver's. If you feel an—"

"Shut the fuck up and leave me the fuck alone!" I shouted. "I'm tired of you and your fucking weird ass son!" One of the lights overhead blew up in my rage.

Dr. Plastic-face seemed a bit surprised. I can just hear him thinking, That's odd my super powered charisma seems to have no affect on you...Stupid fucking egotistic plastic-faced asshole of a doctor.

If that was what he was thinking, he didn't voice it, but instead said, "You really shouldn't swear, Ms. Swan."

That's it! I stood up and pushed Plastic-face out of my way. The hospital was too cheap to give me hospital robes, but I wasn't complaining. That would have meant an over-stay night and, uh, fuck that. I had nothing to collect before I started my way to the check out desk. I would sign myself the fuck out of this hellhole. I'd forge Charlie's signature if that's what it came to.

Just as I rounded the corner, I ran smack into a very hard fucking chest. My nose started to leak blood as I heard it break. For fuck's sake! I glared at the person who broke my nose only to come face-to-face with that blonde bitchy looking hair puller.

She smirked at me. "That looks like it hurts."

Fucking bitch. I was ready to push her into the wall and crack her head open.

"Edward's back there. Say's he wants to talk to you."

"Tell him to go fuck off," I said.

She sneered. "He'd probably tattle to daddy dearest that I swore."

I couldn't help but snort. I didn't doubt it. "Whatever. I'm obviously not going to get out of this, am I?"

"Edward's annoyingly persistent. He'll stalk you home if you don't go see what he wants now." Her lips curved into a smile of amusement that I didn't understand.

I growled and tried to pushed past her, but she held me back. "Wait." She grasped my nose in her cold white hand and yanked. Motherfucker! I shouted an "ouch" and kicked the wall in my pain. She smirked and pushed me on my way.

"Hello, Isabella," Edward greeted cheerily. "I just wanted to say that...is that blood?"

I wiped at my nose and held out the red-stained finger. "Yeah, hungry?"

He froze. "W-What do you mean?"

"God, Cullen, don't look so constipated, it was a joke." I wiped my finger on his shirt and he looked incredulous. "That's the least of the payback you deserve for fucking embarrassing me like that."

"I—I sav—saved your life!"

I snorted. "I would have been perfectly content to be relaxing on a cloud right now and learning how to play the harp while bitching people out, 'kay?"

He sputtered and you would think his face would have turned as red as his hair in anger, but no, it stayed as white as snow. I rolled my eyes and walked past him to continue my way to the front desk. When I got there, I saw my dad already checking me out.

I grinned and slapped him on the back as thanks.

He grunted and punched me in the shoulder. Charlie and me...we seriously don't like affection. A punch in the shoulder is the closest we'll get to 'Love you'. "Yeah, kid. C'mon. I accidentally let it slip to your mom what happened and she uh...she's a little mad. Wants you to go back to Arizona or somethin' like that." He frowned. He'd never admit it, but I knew he was lonely. The closest thing he had to a girlfriend was his hand and a cold shower.

He was lucky though, I'm not goin' back to that place. Ever.

"Not while her and that professor are still screwing like rabbits. If she's not careful, she'll have another snot-nosed brat running around."

Charlie let out a tiny snort of amusement before motioning for me to follow him out. When we got home we ordered pizza and celebrated me still living by ignoring my mother's phone calls.