Disclaimer: I only own the plot and my articles for newsletter that I should be writing instead of this.

Chapter 7

I woke up to a white, sterile room that I knew all to well. Looking over to the door, I found my suspicions correct. Hospital. When I was about six, I had fallen from a tree house, and had to stay in the hospital for two weeks, and I missed my class field trip to an aquarium that has since shut down. One of my nurses spent all her breaks in this room painting my name over the door, just like it was in my bedroom. I had hit my head pretty hard when I fell, and Charlie always jokes that it made me loose my sense of balance because ever since then I've been so clumsy. Do to my accident prone state, the Hospital agreed to leave my name above the door, some doctors have told me that they find it a soothing anecdote to tell patients.

A man wearing scrubs and a white coat walked in, "Hello Bella. My name is Dr. Cullen."

"Cullen? As in Edw-...Emmett's father?"

"Yes, I'm sorry I missed your dinner last week, I'm afraid I had to work." he said, gesturing around him to the hospital.

"Oh.... thats OK Dr. Cullen." I said trying to act perfectly at ease, though I was really starting to freak out. "um, if you don't mind me asking, what happened to Dr. Taylor?"

Carlisle suddenly looked very uncomfortable, "he uh, was fired, due to inappropriate behavior with some of his patients. You wouldn't..." he began, eyeing me.

"Oh, god no. ick." I rushed to reply

"Ah, I new my son picked a good girl."

"Um, what?"

"Didn't Edward bring you home? Gosh, he was so exited he couldn't stop talking about you before Tuesday. But since then, he's been moping around in his playing room."

I don't know what shocked me the most, Edwards dad saying 'gosh' or the fact that Edward was talking about me. "Eh, play room?"

"He hasn't told you? Edward plays the piano. He even won a few medals."

"No, I'm sorry sir, me an Edward aren't really...." I drifted off.

"What do you - " he began, but was cut off by Charlie shoving the door so hard it banged against the wall loudly

"dad! I'm so sor-"

"Save it Isabella! I knew that motorcycle was too dangerous! I trusted you! You promised not to do anything reckless. And I trusted you. I'm happy your bike is trashed into a lump of metal, one less thing to worry about! From now on, you walk. Everywhere. I don't care if its raining, or snowing, or what, but as long as you live in my house, you will not be on or in any vehicles I deem to dangerous! That includes Alice's Porsche!"

By the end of this I was crying. He was taking away everything! He was taking away speed. He was taking away my freedom. Ugh. Sometimes really I hate him.

~*~

I was in the waiting room, pacing, waiting for my father to come out of bella's room. I looked up at the sound of yelling. I was about to go in and yell at whoever the fuck was yelling at Bella, when my father walked out shaking his head at me. He knew me to well.

"Give her some time, son. Let the people she cares about see her." ouch. Was that his way of subtly hinting that she doesn't care about me? Knowing it was probably true, I nodded my head and left for the parking lot. I don't deserve her anyways.

~6 Days Later~

Ugh. School. They finally let me out of the hospital yesterday, I had brocken three ribs, and my left arm in two places. I still had bandages covering the left side of my head, but it wasn't that bad. The pain I could deal with, the pain I wad used to. The attention, however, I was not. I kept my head low, as I slowly manuvered my way through the halls, until I heard something that made me freeze.

"Hey, you okay?" I had been asked this all day, but coming from him, made it all the much better. I looked up expecting to see Edward looking at me, but instead, he was talking to some blond bitch, putting his hand on the side of her cheek. Did he not even notice me? I got really pissed off, why do I care whether he's with that slut or not? Just to show him, I walked past. Shoving him into the lockers with my right shoulder. Ha! Take that bastard!

"oh, shhh- Bella! Bella wait!" I heard him come after me, and I started to run, I went through the back doors to the field, but, being the Klutz I am, I tripped over god knows what, and fell. He caught up to me then, helping me off the floor and wiping my tear stained cheeks with his thumbs. I hadn't even known I was crying, much less why I was crying. Or right, he was always on my mind, and after he took my first kiss, he was even in my dreams.

"Bella... that was nothing. I opened my locker and accidentally hit her in the head as she was walking by. Honest! I care about you Bella, I'm not like that."

I snapped, which I seemed to be doing a lot lately "you care!? Bull shit! You don't fucking give a damn!"

"Yes I do I-"

"Did you come visit me!? Did you come once, in the seven days I was at the hospital!? Did you?" he's silent. I mutter "didn't think so" I was so over this. I was over theesed mixed feelings. "I'm out of here" I said, turning toward the forest and walking away. His eyes burning holes in my back.

Sooooo.... waddaya think?