BPOV

As my eyes opened, I saw the familiar scene of a hospital room. I felt a burning, searing pain in my arm, and I winced at the memory that was raw in my mind. Looking around, I saw only three people in the room; Sam, the beautiful woman with a scar on her face, and a blonde, young man with a white coat on.

"Hello Bella. I'm your doctor, Dr. Cullen." The smile from the young doctor made me smile, even though my arm was killing me. I feared to look down, but each breath that I took, the pain started to ease.

"Hello." My voice was weak, but mainly groggy, as if I just woke up from a long sleep.

"We have given you pain medication and we have stitched up your wounds." Dr. Cullen quickly looked over the chart and then smiled to me. "Are you comfortable?"

I nodded quickly, but then I thought of something. "Will I have a scar?" From the corner of my eye I saw Sam and the woman with the scar noticeably cringe, but the doctor didn't seem to notice.

"It was a large wound, and there were three different lines that the wound broke into. We have tried to minimize the size of the scar, but you will still have one, but it will be thin."

Taking a breath, I nodded. My arm was numb now, but I still felt a little of the pain. "Will I need to come back to have the stitches removed?" I had been through this many times, but I knew that nothing could compare to the magnitude of this wound.

Dr. Cullen chuckled to himself softly. "Oh, no. We put in dissolvable stitches. They will start to fade and fall off once the wound is healed. If you have any problems, come back and we will check you out." He smiled once more, then put the chart into a spot at the end of the bed and walked out.

Forcing myself to sit up, I glanced at the white gauze that was wrapped completely over my left arm, from shoulder to my knuckles. I suppressed a whimper at the site of it as I quickly looked at Sam and the girl.

"I'm not sure if we have been introduced yet. My name is Emily, and this is my fiancée Sam." The girl with the scar said friendly, but her eyes kept looking at my injured arm.

"Where is Sam?" I felt my face heat up as I said this, I was being so rude, but I needed to know that he was okay, and not feeling guilty.

"He is out in the waiting area. He was nervous to come in." Sam's voice was full of regret.

"Please, bring him in. I'm fine! I've had worse than this that I inflicted on myself!" I giggled softly, but it was forced. I was lying through my teeth, and I was always a bad liar.

Sam nodded curtly and then disappeared out of the room. Emily came closer to me and stood over me. "How are you feeling?" Her voice was sweet and kind.

"I'm good. I come to the hospital a lot." I smiled, but no smile appeared on her face. "What's wrong?"

Sighing, she seemed to confide in me. She was almost a complete stranger, yet she told me something that I'm sure was hard for her to say. "I don't know. When your doctor was in here, Sam got all tense and gripped me tighter." She shook her head and then smiled just as soon as Sam walked in the room. "Well I'm glad you are doing okay." She winked slightly and then backed up to Sam.

My head was spinning. She was covering something, and she didn't want Sam to know that she knew. Great. My life was thrown into a fairy tale, but it was one that I thought didn't end happily ever after.

Looking to the door, I saw that Sam had walked in and pulled Emily into a hug. Jacob walked in, head down, and Embry and Quil were close behind. As they moved in, I saw another boy walked in the looked exactly like them, but I didn't know his name. Great, another meet and greet later.

My eyes landed back on Jacob and I let out a sharp breath, making his head jerk up. "Jacob! You cut your hair?" I was shocked, but I liked it. I thought he looked much better with short hair. It framed his face better.

His eyes went back to the floor and he planted his feet, still a good yard or two between us. "I didn't get much of a choice." He glanced at Quil, but then back at the ground so quickly I wasn't sure if he really did.

"Oh, come on! You didn't want to come here! Might as well get all of the problems out of the way while we could." Quil said, but was his sharply in the ribs by Embry, forcing him to shut up.

"Oh." It hurt. I felt that Jacob and I had gone through so much now, and he didn't want to come? I was really a freak. I mean, I knew that I had been told many times before, but this one cut me deeper than the wound on my arm. I looked away from him and looked at the wall to my left so that I couldn't see any of them. "Don't worry. I'm a big girl. I'm sorry I dragged you into this." My voice was hard, but it was just so that I didn't start to cry.

"Bella…" Jacob's voice was soft, but I didn't even want to look at him. He hated me. Everyone did. I had been through this so many times, you would think I would learn to stop hoping for anything other than heartbreak.

I heard soft footsteps, and Jacob was suddenly in front of me, forcing to choose to look at him, or find another way to look away.

"Jacob, I'm fine. I have been in here before, I will be here again. Don't let me stop you from doing your job. Just forget about me." I felt the hot tears start to spill over and start to drip off my cheeks. "Just go, everyone else does."

He reached his hand out to wipe away the tears, but I turned my head and pushed his hand away. "What do you mean everyone else does?" His voice was thick with pain, but I couldn't feel pain anymore. The barrier flew up over my heart again. If I didn't love anyone, they couldn't hurt me. The wound on my arm could not compare to the wounds on my heart that would never heal, never go away, never stop hurting.

"Lets see. My parents, my aunt, my uncle, both sets of my grandparents, foster home number one, and two, oh and three…" I stuck up my fingers as I listed off each name of the family's that I had lived with, and had been sent away from. I was in foster care, and I knew that it was too late to ever have a family. Right now I was living with a man named Charlie, he was a police officer, but I knew sooner or later he would run out of the strained love for me and send me off. I never knew what love was, but pain was my best friend.

"Bella, you're in foster care?" Jacob's voice was soft, but I couldn't stand to look at him. From the position of my head I could see the reactions from everyone else in the room.

Emily gripped Sam tighter to her, and buried her face in his chest.

Sam's face was straight, but as he stroked Emily's hair, I could see a slight pang of sadness for me.

Quil, Embry, and the other kid made a face of shock and looked at one another, not saying a single word.

Sighing, I decided to look at Jacob's face and see his reaction. I took a deep breath and told myself that no mater what happened, I wouldn't feel anything in my heart. I kept the barrier up, and slowly looked at him.

Jacob was on his knees so he was eye level with me, and I saw a few tears in his eyes. Closing my eyes, I nodded slowly, a few tears still falling down my cheeks. "Since I was eight. Man, I remember that day so vividly. It will be burned into my memory for ever." Opening my eyes, I saw that Jacob was still in that position, and that he wanted to grab my hands. Fighting the urge to let him hold my hands, I quickly folded them into one large fist on my lap but I knew I would have to tell my story.

"It is a short story, nothing special. I came home from school one day, and my parents were fighting, like always. My dad was yelling at my mom, and she was shouting back, just as loud. I tried to stay away form them, but they found me. They both started yelling at me. They said that they were broke, and it was my fault. They said I ate to much, and wanted too much in life.

"They kept shouting saying I was worthless, and I had started to cry and fell to the floor in sobs. My mom stormed upstairs, and I heard my door fly open upstairs, and my father kept yelling at me, saying I wasn't worth half that they spent on me in life, and that if they sold me they would end up having to pay money to get rid of me." I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes tight, picturing that day.

"I felt the sharp pain as my father slapped me across my face, and then I was hit in the head by my hard bag as my mother threw it at me. It was filled with every thing I owned. They kept saying they spend so much on me, and yet all of my belongings fit into a small sleepover bag. I didn't even own a bed, I slept on a towel." It pained me to say all of this, but I couldn't keep it in anymore. They needed to know why my life was a living hell.

"They drove me over to my aunts, and dropped me off in the pounding rain. My aunt was always the person that I loved the most. She wasn't home, but they didn't care. They left me there, with only my bag. My aunt was on vacation, so I spent two days just sitting in front of her door. She took me in, until she couldn't afford to anymore, then she dumped me on my uncle.

"This kept repeating. I barely ate on most days, sometimes only one piece of toast, just so that the family I was at could keep me longer. But in the end, I just got tossed to the next family, and then the next. I stopped expecting anything, and I only asked for small things, such as one glass of water a day, and one piece of toast, at most. I hated to need new clothes, so when I would get new clothes, I would get one two sizes too big so that I could keep it longer. I have lived with Charlie for a month, but I know sooner or later I will leave again."

I opened my eyes and looked right at Jacob, and was shocked at what I saw. Tears were flowing quickly down his face, and it looked almost as if he was sobbing. "Bella, I'm so sorry." I didn't know if he meant for my crappy life that I've had, or for ripping up my arm, bud I didn't care either way.

My barrier fell down. I needed someone to love, someone who cared whether I would be there the next day or not. Although every fiber of my being told me not to, I slowly and carefully pulled Jacob into a weak hug, and I cried into his light gray shirt. "What is wrong with me?" I felt as if I was eight again, but this time was different. I had never been able to be a kid, and right now I felt safe, as if I would have a home in Forks.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hot arms wrap gently around me, and I knew it was Jacob's, but then I felt another, and another, and then a pair of normal temperature, small ones, that I knew was Emily. I kept crying, and I felt a few tears fall onto me, and I knew I wasn't alone, never again would I be alone.