A/N Okay, I got 4 more reviews, and even though I asked for 5 I'll do it a little early. I shall keep my promise, same thing for this chapter, 5 more reviews then I'll update. (If I don't die in between then) For everyone who asked and is wondering, I do love cliff hangers. The last chapter wasn't supposed to be one, but I ran out of time and just had to update it. I will update soon because I know this is really confusing but it will all smooth out once I get Edwards POV in the next chapter. :) Xoxo 3

BPOV

Beep. Beep. Beep. Will that alarm clock ever shut up? I pulled my hand back to shut it off, but something pulled back. What the heck? I groaned un-willingly, but I opened my eyes to see what was stopping me.

Beep. Beep. Beep. I gasped loudly as I studied the plain white hospital room and all the machine junk. What am I doing here? But more importantly, why was there a needle in my arm? What happened? I looked down at the hospital gown that I was dressed in and shuddered. Was I hit by a car? Did I fall off a cliff? Did Edward push me? Where's Charlie?

Charlie! Did he do all this to me? I looked down at my hands, bruised and scraped, and my shinny pink nails slowly removed the sheet. My legs had cuts, bruises, and red spots galore. What on earth? As the beeping began to speed up, the room started spinning.

Someone walked in the room, or was it three someones? I dropped my head to the stiff pillow and began hyperventilating. The mystery persons came over to me and checked the machine that was beeping. Slowly but controllably I focus and the three people became one.

He was dressed in a long white doctor's coat and a crisp like blue collar poke out from under the coat. He walked around the bed and put two pale fingers on my wrist. He hesitated, and wrote down something on his clip board. My lips trembled when I tried to speak, but I managed to get a word out.

"Why?" I asked in a soft and weak voice. His eyes widened and looked apologetic and full of pity. He sat down in a chair that he pulled out from under the desk in the corner. He looked at me and began asking me questions about how I was feeling and if anything hurt.

I smiled as he told me everything was going to be alright, but I knew from past experience that it meant things will just get worse.

I looked over at his name tag, realizing that I hadn't got a clue what his name was, when I froze. Dr. Carlisle Cullen, in the flesh. I shook my head and blinked furiously. Why would he help me? After all, I am a Swan, who got detention. I stuttered as I tried to find words.

"What's going to happen to me?" I asked in a gentle voice.

"Well," he began, clearing his throat, "The police were right outside because they had been looking for you. They heard Charlie yell and went in to see what the fuss was about." He had a slight bit of tears in his eyes and inhaled. "They took him away and brought you here. You had a concussion from being beaten so badly. It's been over two days since that night. What a terrible thing he did."

I looked up with horrified eyes. "Where, where will I go?" I shuddered.

He stood up and glanced at the papers on his desk. "Well, you could go to any family that you have, but there is another choice. Adoption."

What? ADPOTION!?! How? When? When? Who? I looked at him with confusion.

"You know, we Cullens are willing to take you in." He suggested. What? The Cullens? Just a week ago I couldn't stand the Cullens, now I have to live with them? But how could Charlie do this to me? Then again, it was very nice of them to offer that, because I have no where else to go. What about Edward?

Carlisle became three people again and the whole room started spinning.