Chapter 7: Carlisle
Nessie's POV
As promised, Carlisle gave me a shot to which numbed my arm within minutes. My brother left because he could not stand the sight of Carlisle working on my arm even though the same thing was going to happen to him next. My mom also left with him just to keep him company and make sure that he was okay.
So it was just me, Jacob, and Carlisle.
"Nessie has this ever happened before?" Carlisle asked.
"Yes" I said. "Well, I mean, I have never been shot before but we do have our fair share of crime in the part of the Bronx that we live in" I explained.
"How long have you lived there Ness?" Jacob asked.
"17 years. Which is all of my life. We have never been able to move out" I said.
"Why not?" Carlisle asked.
"Not enough money" I said. "Most of the money that my mom makes goes towards my brothers and my own education. She works so much just to put us through private school and have a better and safer future"
"Well it sounds like you have a great mother Nessie" Carlisle said as he began to look for the bullet in my arm.
"I sure do" I said. I have always said that we may not be rich when it comes to money, quite the opposite actually, but we are extremely rich in the love that we all share for each other. I always felt that I was extremely lucky to have ended up with a mom like her. My real mother didn't want me. She abandoned me when I was nothing more than a helpless infant. I was probably nothing more then a burden to her. I was probably getting in the way of something that she wanted and that is why she dumped me.
"Are you alright Nessie?" Carlisle asked. "You look really deep in thought"
"I'm alright" I said. "I am just thinking about how lucky that I am to have a mother like mine. She has always cared about me and loved me as if I were her biological daughter. I'm sure that she loved me much more than my real mother did" I said with a bitter taste in my mouth.
"What makes you think that?" Carlisle asked me.
"My own family left me in a dumpster. I was obviously just an unwanted burden to them. They didn't even care enough about me to at least take me to an orphanage or child services where I would at least be taken care of" I said.
"Are you sure that it was what really happened?" Carlisle asked me.
"Of course I am sure" I said. "Why else would I have been found in a dumpster when I was only two months old?"
He sighed as if he were pondering just how to answer my question. "Nessie, sometimes things are not the way that they seem. There may be a whole different story that explains what happened" he said.
Why were these people so interested in my past? It made absolutely no sense to me at all. Nobody has ever cared so much about my personal history before. I've gotten the looks of pity, which I can't stand, when I tell people my story. Most people think the same as me. That I was abandoned by my own family. Yet, Jacob and Carlisle are trying to tell me that I might be wrong? Whatever, I knew that I was right. I was abandoned by own family and I refused to believe anything else.
"Earlier Jacob basically said the same thing" I said.
"You did?" Carlisle asked Jacob.
"Yeah. I told her that it was possible that she could have been stolen from her real family and then dumped" Jacob said.
"I don't believe any of it" I said. "My family dumped me and that's that. I refuse to believe anything else. All I know is that I absolutely hate my biological family and I don't ever want to meet them or know anything about them" I was starting to get upset as I usually did when I started talking about my real family.
"I'm sorry Nessie. We did not mean to upset you" Carlisle said.
"It's okay" I said. "It's just that this part of my history is a really touchy subject for me and I don't like to talk about it a whole lot" I said.
I did hate talking about my personal history. The only good thing about having a history like mine is that I'm able to use it to my advantage when writing my college acceptance essays. Normally I don't like it when people feel sorry for me but when it comes to applying to colleges I'm willing to make an exception. I have already applied to a lot of colleges and now I am just waiting to here from them. I should start getting letters any day now.
Then another worry came to me. I played baseball as one of my extracurricular activities. I was hoping that I'd be able to win scholarships by playing baseball. But now that I was shot in the arm I might not be able to play anymore.
"Carlisle?" I said.
"What is it Nessie?" he asked.
"Will I still be able to play baseball?" I asked.
"Not for a while" he said. "Why are you asking?"
"I'm on my school's baseball team. I was hoping to win scholarships by playing. Now I'm worried that I won't be able to" I said.
"Nessie, I would not worry to much about that" he said. "The most that you won't be able to play is two to three months. It depends on how well you take care of your arm and how fast it heals" he said.
"Okay, that's not so bad" I said. "I guess" I added as an afterthought.
He just smiled at me as he finished stitching me up. My whole arm still felt really weird because it was so numb.
I went outside where my mom, brother, and the rest of the Cullens were.
For some reason Bella kept staring at me. Her expression was heartbreaking. She looked extremely sad and depressed for reasons that I was not able to understand. I don't know why but I felt this overwhelming urge to go over to her and hug her. Anything to erase the sad expression on her face. I know, it's weird.
My mom got my attention by tapping me on the shoulder.
"Yes mom?" I said.
"It seems that you and your brother forgot to check the mail...again" she said. She hated it when we got home before her and didn't bring in the mail. "This is for you"
she said.
It was a letter from Harvard. The Ivy League school that I had applied to. I knew that my chances of getting accepted were very low, but I had to give it a try.
With trembling fingers I opened it up.
My heart started beating faster when I saw the words "we are please to inform you that you have been accepted". I did it. I got into Harvard.
Before I could share the good news with my mom Carlisle and Jason came out.
"I think we should go home now" mom said. "You two need to rest"
"Actually. We were wondering if you all would like to stay at our house for the night. I'm sure that you all are a bit shaken up by everything that happened so we thought we'd offer you our home" Carlisle said.
"That's not a bad idea" Jason and I said at the same time. I think we both were to nervous to go back home.
"Okay" mom said. "But just one night"
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