A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I would've uploaded sooner but I made a mistake which I thought I gave my Co-Author of this story the final draft but never emailed it. My bad. Anyway here it is.
"There is no good way to say this. Renesmee…last night you had a miscarriage."
"A what?" I was completely shocked, "Are you saying I was pregnant? How did I loose it?"
"Have you been stressed lately?"
"No."
"Okay. When was the last day of your menstrual cycle?"
"Why?"
"So, we can more or less know how many weeks it could have been. It was early, but we could not tell exactly how far it was from the still birth."
"Oh my god. I wow. I don't remember when my last menstrual cycle was."
"Then, when was the last time you had sexual intercourse?"
"That is none of your business!" I couldn't believe he asked me that. "Are you going to tell my parents about this?"
"I have to-"
"Why?" I interrupted him.
"Because you are still a minor."
"Then, let me tell them when I'm ready. Please. I promise I will. I just need to tell them myself." I lied, I would never tell my parents about this.
He sighed, "I can loose my license for this, Dr. Cullen will find out about this. You need to tell them today."
"Don't worry, he won't; and I thought Hospitals had a strict policy about Medical Confidentiality?" I questioned him.
"We do. But the problem there is that if we have noticed signs of abuse on a patient, who is a minor, the Medical Confidentiality rule does not apply, we have to report it and talk to your parents."
"What makes you think I was abused?"
"While you were asleep, the nurses noticed the fresh bruises and scrapes on your arms, legs, lower back, and stomach. They also noted old bruises. They immediately reported it to the police since that is the hospital's policy."
"Was that why the officers were talking to Austin, they thought he did this to me, didn't they?"
"Yes. But, now that you are awake, the officers would like to ask you some questions."
"Great. That is awesome... Absolutely awesome," shaking my head at the ridiculousness of this.
The doctor went to get my parents and the officers for my questioning. I really didn't want to do this because honestly it was really hard to lie to an officer. Plus, officers were trained to see if the victim is lying or not.
Seeing the door open, one of the few officers who were questioning Austin, walked in with my parents, and the doctor. If was a female officer.
"Hello, Renesmee. My name is Officer Holland I would like to ask you a few questions if that will be okay with you."
"Sure."
"Where were you before Austin picked you up?"
"Home."
"Your parents said you weren't in the house after 5 and Austin said he picked you up at 6:30. Where were you between 5 and 6:30?"
"I was walking to a gas station at that time."
"Have you been abused by anyone Renesmee?"
"No. I've never been hit by anyone. Sure maybe by accident, but that's it."
"Has your boyfriend been controlling or anything of some sort? Austin mentioned that a guy by the name of Jake, hit you once before."
"I told him that was an accident, we were playing around. And no Jake's an amazing boyfriend."
"Can you please explain to me how you received the injuries on your back, arms and stomach?"
"I was skateboarding with one of my friends. I'm a beginner so that's how I got injured. I didn't want to tell my parents this when I got home because I was scared what they would say. Since I wasn't wearing any safety harness."
"Who is your friend you were skateboarding with, and why weren't they with you when you came to the hospital?"
"They had an early curfew, and I can't say their name because they weren't supposed to be out, they were grounded too."
"Okay, we will eventually need a name though Renesmee, that will be it for now. We would like to talk to you again in a few days."
I just nodded at her, not trusting my voice, did she actually believe me. The officer left and from the corner of my eye, my father was watching the doctor carefully. I couldn't understand why.
"So, can I go home now?" I asked.
"You need to stay overnight for observation," Dad noted before the Doctor could speak. "Right Doctor Stafford?" Dad giving the doctor a knowing look.
"Why? I'm fine."
"Yes, Renesmee we would like to continue to watch your healing and make sure you get rest."
"Wow, I could rest at home, I want to get rid of this IV already!" Raising my voice to get my point across that I really didn't want to be here.
"Edward? Isn't it possible we can watch her from home. She isn't comfortable here. Can't you ask one of the head doctors to make an exception, you are a doctor, and we could easily take care of her at home." Mom's face turned to look into dad's eyes.
"Bella, please. They know what is best for the patients, I would definitely agree that she needs to be here." Dad's eyes meeting mine, concern written all over his face.
"Can you take her IV out then?" Mom is taking my side, not looking at the doctor, but at dad. We both have a repulsion to needles, and for that I was glad.
"Bella we should give Renesmee time to rest, they will take the IV out later today, it is giving her pain medication that she will want for the rest of the day." Mom resigned understanding the need now. I still didn't want it, no matter how bad the pain, I can handle it, this needle is grossing me out.
"I can deal with the pain. I would rather not have this needle. Please Dad, it is gross."
"No. Renesmee, believe me the pain would not be pleasant. We will be back in a little while... Dr. Stafford can I have a word in my office, I have a few updates I need to catch you up, because I will be off this next week."
Mom walked closer to my side as she took the chair next to me, "I will stay here with her, Edward, and I will see you at the car in a half hour."
"Okay, I will stop back before we leave. I love you Renesmee," Dad's hand took mine and kissed it, before he followed the doctor out the door, as the doctor looked back at me I glared ready to pounce if he told my father.
"Renesmee?" Mom's voice at my other side, I turned to look at her.
"Yeah mom..."
"What's going on with your life? Can you let me in, at least a little. You have pulled away more and more in the past few months. I haven't even seen your true smile since your birthday and even then it was only once, when Austin walked in at your party. Are you unhappy?"
"I'm fine mom. You are worrying too much, that's why I didn't say anything about my new fascination with skateboarding."
"Skateboarding is not a good enough excuse honey, and you know it. Why won't you tell me the truth?"
"Mom, I am kind of tired, and I don't want to talk about my skateboarding accident anymore. You will come back later and see me though, right?" Turning to lay flat on my back I looked up at the large white tiles of the ceiling.
"Sure, Renesmee. Get some rest. Your dad and I will be back after lunch, I have some errands to run. I love you very much." She kissed my cheek, I could hear the legs of her chair moving away from the bed as she stood and picked up her jacket.
Looking out the windows into the hall way, Austin wasn't there. I hope he went home to get rest or something. Closing my eyes I drifted into sleep. This probably wasn't the best of ideas, as my time with Jake earlier started to consume my dreams.
Jumping, my eyes flying open, as my heart rate slowed.
"Renesmee are you alright? Are you in pain, what can I do?" Austin's sleep deprived eyes searching for something to do to help my streaming tears.
"No, just a dream. It was just a bad dream."
"You want to talk about it?" His concern so evident, and his face so different. I wanted to smack him into his usual happy and energetic face.
"Austin. Why are you still here? You really should go home and change, get something to eat, and sleep. You look like hell. And I am fine its not life or death or something."
"May, this isn't funny. I will go home in a little while, I just had to talk to you again before I go. Last night was really scary and you can't lighten it by saying it's all good, and your fine. You were obviously not fine, and from what the doctors were yelling last night, there was a lot more going on than you let on."
"Well I don't know. There is nothing I know of. Hell you probably know more than I do."
"Don't play stupid with me. I know there is something more and I am worried about you."
"I really don't need a lecture from you right now Austin."
"Please just tell me what happened last night, you don't even like skateboarding, so don't try to sell me that story like you did everyone else."
Fresh tears start to flow down my cheeks as I realize that I want to tell Austin what happened. Something I myself can not even believe happened. Maybe voicing it will make more sense than keeping it inside because right now it is like the doctor spoke in an entirely different language, like I knew what he said when we talked before, but looking back it all seems surreal.
"Austin, I need to tell you something." It hurts to say what I am about to say.
He looks at me, his forehead creased with worry, I can tell that he's thinking I am going to admit that Jake has been hurting me these past few months.
"What is it?" He watched me carefully as my hands started to pick at the fabric of the scratchy hospital blanket, my eyes looking anywhere but his eyes.
"You promise not to tell anyone."
"Depends."
I more or less knew he was going to say that.
"When I was bleeding, well… I had a miscarriage. I didn't even know I was pregnant, and that would probably explain some of my behavior towards everyone lately."
Austin was completely still for a moment, as he processed what I said, "How, how did that happen?" his voice a whisper, so quiet I almost didn't hear it.
"What happen? Getting pregnant?"
"No, May... I know how babies are made. Nice try. How did you have a miscarriage?"
"I am not really sure the doctor said it could have been stress, or my injuries... or both. I am not even sure how far along it was."
"That is terrible. I am really sorry. He doesn't deserve you or a child, so I guess this was for the better in a weird screwed up way."
"Why would you say that? I love him!" My anger bubbling from my ears all the way down to my toes. His expression immediately changed from concern to disbelief.
"What the hell! May, listen to me! HE BEATS YOU! You just had a miscarriage for god's sake because of him! You're not mad at that fucking bastard for this?" Austin abruptly stood and paced in front of my bed. I had never seen him so angry.
"Would you SHUT UP! They could hear you! And of course I still love him." I chastised him with a harsh whisper.
"I... I need some air. He obviously brain washed you real well." His back to me, he headed straight for the door.
"Please. Austin! You can't say anything. Please!" Starting to lift myself off the bed to stop him. He quickly turned on his heal to look at me, "I can not watch you deteriorate because of him. I love you more than you know, and if you don't tell your parents soon, or the hospital, I will. I promise."
"If you love me so much why would you want to hurt me." My statement hit below the belt I thought I could stop him.
"I have hurt you Renesmee. Don't you get it. I am not dumb, I have continued to try and not notice the facts in front of me, I have tried to be blind to it, and by doing that I played my own sick part in letting this go on. I put my foot down here. I can't enable you to continue seeing him, he is evil Renesmee. You need to see that. I will help you tell someone if you need the support..." Pausing he took a deep breath while looking down at his feet, "I will be back later. They said you would be staying over night, but I think you might be getting out some time this evening, so I might come by then." With that he opened the door of my room and quickly walked down the hall leaving my door just slightly open. I didn't know what to do, calling out to him clearly wasn't going to do anything.
After the observation at the hospital I was just barely sent home and able to rest in my own bed.
Austin had promised me he'd visit me when I go home because he couldn't get back to the hospital before I was released. I wasn't sure why, unless my father told him that I was still grounded for my behavior and disobeying him.
Getting up from bed I saw Jake pull into the driveway, then entering the house. A few moments later my father opened the door to see if I was awake or not.
I noticed my father's stiff appearance, as he motioned Jake into my room as he said, "She is up. You can go in."
Instead of giving us privacy my dad stayed in the doorway. He seems to be analyzing Jake's every move as he stays at the door, not moving away. I still kept an eye on him as Jake came to my bedside. Yet, he never moved and I can feel that Jake knew this too.
"Hey Jake." He hugged me as he began to kneel down next to my bed, reaching out for my hand smoothly and calm. I couldn't help but shake a bit now, at least it was just my hands, where dad couldn't see them. I never once looked Jake in the eye so I looked directly across his forehead to where my dad stood, it was too hard to look at Jake in the eye right now.
"Hey, what did you do to yourself? I was so worried about you. How are you feeling?" His face was anything but how his words sounded. His words coming out calm and concerned, while his eyes looked lethal.
"I, I was just, just being... stupid. I don't know why I did it. I am feeling a little better though. The doctors gave me some prescriptions, so I should be fine."
Jake then shakes his head, "You are such a magnet for trouble. You have to be more careful. I can't always be here to be your helmet." his smile not quite genuine. His words stinging in heart, but at the same time mandatory for him to stay out of trouble.
"Yeah, won't be skateboarding again for a while." I mentioned for effect.
"Yea, I will say so. If I have a say you won't skateboard ever again. But, anyway I better go, I have to work on Sam's truck in a half hour, there is something wrong with it. You need to get better soon though, I will call you later."
"She has no phone privileges right now Jake. So I am sorry but that's not going to happen." Dad interrupted our conversation.
"Oh, well then, I will come by tomorrow Mr. Cullen." Jake pulls away from the bed turning around to look at dad, and then makes his way, avoiding dad as he walks out of my room.
As Jake walked out so did dad. I could see through my window when Jake's car descended the driveway. Moments later my father came upstairs to my room, "We need to talk, Renesmee."
