Bella Swan: The Enigma.

Chapter 9: Meet Charlie.

(EPOV)Edward.

I walked into the hospital room which held Bella, I could smell blood, though it was Taylor Crowley's. When I rounded the corner I saw her yanking off the neck brace and throwing it away.

''I take it you don't have a broken neck then?'' I asked, sitting down at the end of her bed.

''No I hit my head broke my neck and now I'm going to die.'' She quipped lightly, rolling her eyes.

''That's not funny,'' I argued.

''Never said it was.'' She murmured, thrusting her head forward so her hair covered her face. I wanted to reach over and let her show me her face, she shouldn't hide from me.

Actually, that's exactly what she should do.

''Yeah well, I'm here to break you out,'' I said meekly, hearing Carlisle's light footsteps down the hall, his thoughts clearer, but reserved.

''Enough with the breaking already.'' She complained, looking up so I could see her face, inside I was grinning.

Carlisle came in, smiling slightly, happy to finally meet the girl who had stirred up our lives so much. They introduced and I blocked out most of the conversation, staring at her, I might have seemed a bit creepy. But I was brought out of my staring when I heard something that perked my attention.

''We tried to ring your dad, but there was no answer,'' Carlisle said.

Bella nodded. ''He doesn't answer to strange numbers.'' She explained. ''I can just walk back.'' She offered.

''We need him to discharge you,'' Carlisle argued.

''Well then I guess I'm here for a while longer because I'd like to see you try to get him out of the house.'' She crossed her arms over her chest and blushed.

''I think one of the nurses got him,'' I muttered, hearing the thoughts of the nurse making her way here.

Carlisle nodded and told Bella he would be back, Taylor had been wheeled out of the room a minute ago, so we were alone.

''We need to talk.'' She said suddenly, her brown eyes boring into mine.

''Look, I had an adrenaline rush . . .You can google it. . .'' She cut me off, her voice smaller than I expected.

''I'm sorry.'' She breathed.

''For what?''

''Putting you in danger.''

I laughed humourlessly. ''I wasn't in any danger,'' I argued.

''I know.'' She snapped. ''I just wasn't meant to count, but I did, I counted, and you were distracted for a split second, and in that split second someone could have seen.'' She started to cry, I felt the needy, tugging pull to go over there and comfort her, but I had to restrain myself.

''You knew that today was going to happen?'' I asked.

''You know I did.'' She replied.

''You know about what I am?''

''You know I know.''

''You can see the future?''

''You know I can.''

Everything was silent, out in the open. I didn't know what to say, not really.

''I'm not going to tell anyone.'' She assured, patting down her bed sheets.

''I never said you were.'' I moved over towards her a bit more, it was more like gravitating, a magnetic pull. ''Why didn't you move? If you knew about the van?''

She sucked in a breath. ''Look, you just don't know anything OK? I see things, every time I close my eyes I just see things, I can't control them, I know what's going to happen, and I know how long it will take to happen, I just don't know when it will happen. If I had gotten out of the way, it would have been worse.'' She tried to explain.

''What would have been worse?''

''Everything. Everything would have been worse, my car would have gotten smashed. . .'' I cut her off outraged.

''You think your car is more important than your life?'' I hissed.

She looked offended. ''Of course not, don't be stupid.''

''Then what? Because I'm at a loss here.'' I was so frustrated, I wasn't entirely sure if I was angry at her or something else, but the thought of anyone being angry at her was sickening, so I knew I was angry at myself.

Then I saw it.

Her T-shirt had ridden up a bit, exposing a slip of her skin, but she was covered in a big purple bruise. Before I could stop myself, my fingers ghosted over her flesh. ''What happened?'' I barely spoke the words, they were a mumbled murmur as images of my human life flashed before my eyes.

Three hurried footstep's and a metal clinking sound burst in through the door, my hands still on Bella, she yanked down her T-shirt, breathing hard.

I hopped up from the bed and went to stand in the corner, Carlisle and another man stood in the doorway. I couldn't hear the man's thoughts- it was her dad.

I suppressed a growl, had he done that to her? Or had she fallen? Or was it a product of the accident she didn't let on about?

I hope to everything out there that the first option was not an option.

The man walked over to the bed, limping. He only had one leg, the other a prosthetic.

She never did say if her dad was OK after the accident.

''Bella, you were in an accident? How's the car?'' he huffed, sneering down at her.

It was him, I know it was.

''Fine, the truck is fine Charlie.'' The pieces fit together. She didn't think the car was more important than her life, but her dad sure did.

''Let's go.'' He said, grabbing her arm and dragging her out the door, I went to follow, I had to make sure she was OK. I knew she wasn't.

Carlisle held me back. You can't follow them, you think it's abuse?

I nodded. ''She had a big bruise on her abdomen and she seemed scared.''

I will have to report my suspicions, hope I'm wrong.

''Me too, Carlisle, me too.''

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