A/N okay so I am a complete and total fraud. I promised this chapter would be uploaded on the 29th of May to Sophie-LA-is-foolio but due to my GCSEs (exams) I had a bit of a mental breakdown and was unable to write or do anything other than study. So it is a bit late, but better late than never right? This chapter came to me right before an exam and I had it written on a piece of paper for the last week begging to be typed up lol. So here it is, dedicated to you sophie-LA-is-foolio!

P.S this is going to be short and sweet!

Bella POV

He was standing over me, hitting my head again and again. I tried to tell him to stop but found there was something in my mouth and throat forcing air into me. It was really uncomfortable. I could hear Charlie calling my name but his voice didn't sound right, it must have been distorted by the whooshing noise this thing in my body was making. It was pressing on my ribs making it hard for me to breathe. That's when I realised there was a large white light behind my closed eyelids. I tried to blink and open my eyes to see what it was but my body wouldn't. Charlie was still calling my name but his voice sounded pained and caring, emotions I had never associated with him before. His voice was slowly getting louder and I realised that what I thought was him hitting my head was just a severe headache. Slowly memories began to flood back, telling Edward about Charlie, rushing to the ER, the doctors' reactions to my scars, and then nothing. I must have passed out.

And that's when I opened my eyes to see why Charlie was here. He had a heart attack did he not? Why would he be in the hospital here? My eyes opened and I blinked a few times to get used to the light. Suddenly my name was called again but this time it was my angel, my Adonis. He had stayed despite hearing my story. I tried to talk to him but that damn thing was still in my mouth.

"Bella wait, that's a ventilator you can't pull that out. God it's so good to see your eyes again, just wait I'll page Carlisle and he'll take that out." The compassion in Edward's voice made tears fall down my cheeks, I wanted to thank him for staying with me, I wanted to ask how long I had been here and when I could go home but was still unable to talk. Sensing my distress and wiping away my tears, Edward took my hand and began to talk while waiting for Carlisle's arrival.

"So you gave me quite a scare there, you passed out in the Er from a lack of oxygen. They had to incubate to get oxygen into you. Alice is here. She came as soon as she heard, she just went home to have a shower and bring me in some clothes," he paused seeming to contemplate his next words, "Bella is your brother really dead?"

At his question I felt my body stiffen but I was saved from giving an answer because at that moment Carlisle came bursting into the room.

"Welcome back Bella, it's good to see those beautiful eyes again. Okay I'm going to take this out so I'm going to need you to give me a big cough now, okay? On three, one,two and three." He counted and I gave a big heave as he pulled the tube out of my mouth. I immediately noticed how dry my mouth was and almost as if he had read my mind, Edward held up a glass of water with a straw in it for me to drink.

"Okay Bella, there is something we need to discuss," Carlisle began in a sombre tone, "perhaps you would rather Edward wait outside for this?"

I quickly tried to speak and protest but due to the rather large tube I had previously done my throat all that came out was a rather large cough. Instead I simply shook my head. I can't quite explain why but since I told Edward about Charlie I just felt close to him. As if I could trust him to keep me safe. I snorted inwardly as Emmett's words came back to me,

"Remember Bella tell no one. No one can be trusted!"

If only he could see me now. Carlisle sat down on the edge of my bed holding my medical notes which were about 2 inches thick.

"Bella I know that I have approached this subject with you before but after seeing the scars you have I feel it is my duty to approach you again about it. Bella, the scars on your body and your medical file clearly indicate that someone has been abusing you. Is this right?" he looked at me with spearing blue eyes and I couldn't help myself, I started sobbing like I had with Edward.

"Y-y-yes" I sobbed. Edward took my hand again and squeezed it.

"Bella, can you tell me who it was?" I lifted my head to look at Carlisle but caught Edward's eyes instead. He gave me a small smile and nodded encouragingly which gave me the courage to stop sobbing and answer Carlisle.

"Yes," I answered in a small tone, "it was my father, Charlie."

"I see. Bella one more thing, the robbery in your house which put you in a coma, was it really an attack or was it Charlie?" Carlisle's tone was emotion filled, I could hear hurt and comfort but something else. Anger. Anger for whoever hurt me. And this, I used, just as I had Edward's encouragement to answer him once more.

"It was Charlie." That was it just saying it out loud felt like such a relief but when I heard a loud gasp I looked up. Edward had taken my file off Carlisle and was now pacing back and forth around the room muttering things like "sick bastard" and something about "mutilating his balls". There was a large frown on his forehead where it didn't belong.

Carlisle sensing the awkwardness in the air cleared his throat.

"Bella, one more thing, I don't know if Edward has approached this last area with you yet so I'm going to show you a picture and I want to know if you recognize this person or not. Does that sound reasonable?"

I nodded but frowned. Why would Carlisle have a picture of anyone I know? He reached into his pocket and took out a picture. He handed it to me face down. The back said:

Prom 2008- Before, turning it over I gasped and nearly dropped it. There were five happy faces staring up at me from the picture. I immediately recognized Edward in his suit and had this of been any other situation I probably would have melted from the sight of his god like face and toned body underneath the tuxedo. Next to him were Alice and someone who I assumed was her date for the prom. He had his arm around her and was looking into her eyes, his face portraying an emotion one can only describe as love. Next came Rosalie, my dorm advisor and Alice's friend. The two of us had hung out frequently through Alice but she mainly spent most of her time with her boyfriend. Yet it was the smiling face next to her which I concentrated on. I ran my fingertips over his face. I knew those hazel eyes, his curly dark hair and a small scar which ran through his left eyebrow. Yes I knew who this smiling young man was, and his name was the only word I whispered.

"Emmett."

So was it okay? Too much? Let me know!!!!