Damnit. Back to point A. Literally square one. But, at least I knew where I was. My head was spinning as I sat up quickly, and I fell back into the pillows with a whoosh. Wiggling my toes I noted that my shoes we're once again off. Registering the smells coming from the desk near my bed, my stomach growled, and I realized I hadn't eaten in quite some time. How long had I been out?

As I started sitting up again, a small knock at the door alerted me to the person hovering just outside the door. As I took him in, a blonde man swooped across the room coming from the in-suite bathroom attached to the bedroom. Looking up at me with eyes as blue as I'd ever seen, he glanced and Mr. Cullen and proceeded to introduce himself.

"Good Morning Isabella," he started, "so glad to see you finally awake." he gently smiled. Then he moved towards the tray of food sitting on the desk and brought it towards me explaining, "I'm doctor Cullen, Edwards father, I had Gia the cook make you a few options for breakfast, seeing as we don't know how long you'll stay conscious, I'd suggest maybe eating a bit hmm?" He smiled down at me.

"Thank you," I stuttered, "but I really must be going now. I'm almost positive that my mom has put my things on the curb by now, and while I wouldn't particularly miss much of what I lost, I don't have much to my name already, so I'd have nothing, and I've got about a thousand dollars stashed in my mattress, and if I lose that then I'll really have nothing." I rushed out, trying to keep the tears at bay, because tears never helped logic, and they couldn't change a situation. Perhaps my job offer at Newtons was still available. I was so totally going to need it.

Coming out of my mental haze, I looked up to see both Cullen men looking down at me, one in clear pity, and one in anger. I shrunk back when I looked up and felt his full gaze on me, burning holes through the long-sleeved shirt I wore and the curtain that my hair had created. He took a step towards me, and my breathing picked up.

At that moment, Dr. Cullen spoke and said " We've collected everything they set out, the moment that it was set out Isabella, it's all very neatly stored in the garage, and when you're feeling upright, you can go down and make sure everything is there. If anything is missing, please, let me know, and we'll send someone to recover it." He spoke gently, but quickly and precisely.

When I looked up again he started again, "I hope you'll consider staying with us until you leave for school Isabella, I don't think poor Edward could bare it if you left and he couldn't keep you safe, I fear he may call the entire guard." He chuckled.

"The guard?" I asked, confused.

"Hmm? Just a saying." He hummed and then stood up as if he we're going to leave then added, "But at the least, if you won't stay until your flight leaves to go school, then let us put you in a nice hotel where we at least know you're safe." He commanded, but left it open for me to refuse. I didn't.

"Why did you say that Mr. Cullen was worried about my safety, why would he be worried about my safety?" I pressed, feeling confused as the younger Cullen was just staring at me with anger in eyes, why would he care if I was safe or not?

He stared at me, gauging whether or not I was going to pass out again, or at least that's what I thought, but his answer was simple, and caught me off guard.

"Because you're the Princess." He chuckled, and before I could respond, he was out of the room and my attention returned to my breakfast.

I had everything, pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruit, some sweet-smelling pudding...? I'd have to ask what that was. Sausage, toast, oatmeal and two different juices took up the rest of the tray, and I decided on oatmeal, it was light enough for my stomach and since I hadn't eaten in a while it was safest bet of it not coming back up later. As I slowly spooned through the oatmeal my mind swirled over all the possibilities of what Dr. Cullen could have meant. A princess? Like switched at birth and accidentally lived a peasant life my whole existence? That sounds like my luck, but probably not seeing as how when he was healthy, I was the spitting image of my mother. Maybe my dad... my thoughts trailed off as another knock came in the door and in stepped the younger Mr. Cullen with a completely different expression on his face than the one he left with.

Smiling almost shyly he stepped into the room and cautiously made his way to the bottom of my bed where he took a seat on the bottom of the bed and said "So did you decide on staying with us?" Brightly.

"You're still going to pay for me to go school after my mother and step father practically attacked you for giving me ride home?" I said flatly, wanting to slap myself for jogging his memory about a clearly bad experience as storm clouds rolled over his face and then just as quickly rolled away.

"Why on earth would I do that? It seems like now, you need the scholarship more than ever. My family abd I have talked about the situation at great lengths, we've even had to stop my sister from coming up to your room, she's already convinced you guys are best friends," he smiled crookedly then continued, Her name is A-" but he was cut off by a high pitched voice that I would've sworn was actually an angel.

"Her name is Alice, hi Bella, can I call you Bella?" She said as bounced over to my bed and immediately started pushing Mr. Cullen out rambling about how I probably wanted to shower, and wanted new clothes but in reality I didn't have any clothes and I'd be putting this right back on after I got out of the shower.

"Isabella are you okay with this? Would you like to take a shower? Would you like me to take my sister with me?" He half laughed.

"Uhm, a shower would be nice Mr. Cullen.." I mumbled. But the only part he seems to have caught was the Mr. Cullen part.

"One, I'll let you shower, two, its not Mr. Cullen, that's my father. Its Edward, okay?"

I nodded dumbly reacting to the smile that Edward gave me and looked down to cover the blush covering my cheeks. When I looked back up, he was walking out of the door, he winked at me and said "Later Princess".

A/N: OKAYYYYYY. First of all I'm so sorry for not updating until now, life has been let's just say crazy, and I'm dealing with it one day at a time. Chapters should be more frequent now that I'm not running crazy and life has settled. Thanks so much for all the reviews and the follows, and kind PM's you all are so wonderful. I'm having so much fun with my first fanfic, and as always REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW and I can't wait to hear what you guys think or if you'd like me to incorporate something let me know and I'll try and work it in! Also, I've noticed that when I transfer from word to story to upload there are occasionally some bugs that don't get caught. I'm sorry about that and I'll try and be more diligent about spell and grammar checking once it's uploaded. 🙂