A/N: Another fairly short chapter. Next one will be super-super long, but definitely not boring. I promise! And I'll be pretty busy tomorrow, and Chpt11 isn't quite perfect yes, so I'm gonna have it posted no later than Sat Afternoon. I'm starting to get writer's block lol. Good thing I typed up an outline a few days ago. I know exactly where this story's headed :D

"You punched Edward in the face?" Dr. Cullen asked, dumbfounded.

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Why? Or do really want to know?"

I grimaced. As much as Dr. Cullen loved me, he loved Edward more. "He intentionally kissed me to set Jacob off. He tried to enrage Jacob so much that he would turn into a wolf, and it worked. He did it so that I would be scared of Jacob and leave him. He wanted Jacob to try and hurt me."

Pain washed over Carlisle's face as he finished setting the brace on my arm. I had shattered a couple knuckles and snapped my wrist. It hurt like nothing else I'd ever felt before- worse than breaking my leg. The excuse we gave Charlie was I tried to punch Edward, but missed and hit the brick exterior of the house. This only made Charlie even more angry at Edward. Jacob had swooped me up and drove me to the hospital in my truck. Edward had a peculiar look on his face. He was shaking and he was trying hard to keep his mouth closed. His forehead was crumpled in confusion. He stood there in the lawn until Jacob turned around the corner and sped off to the hospital.

"I think you did the right thing," Carlisle said, snapping me out of my memories.

"Oh?"

"Yes. What Edward did was incredibly foolish. I think you punching him hurt him worse than it hurt you."

I snorted and held up my arm, as if to display my wrist and knuckles for him. "You sure about that?"

"Think about it Bella," he said softly. "The biggest focus of Edward's life is keeping you safe and out of pain. And for him, to think you'd inflict such pain on yourself, knowing without a doubt it wouldn't physically effect him at all, that is tearing him up inside."

I did think about it. And I guess in the back of my mind I always knew that. It just sounded different coming from Carlisle's mouth.

"I know you love Jacob, Bella, but I also know you love Edward. Some part of you, however indistinct, is head over heels for him. Otherwise, you wouldn't have punched him. And the incredibly selfish part of me is begging you to choose Edward. I know how he feels about you, and he is determined to prove himself to you. It's not like the first time he met you, Bella. He wants you now more than he did then, and not because of competition. And not because of your scent. Because he knows you, and embarrassing as it may sound coming from your ex-boyfriend's vampire dad, he knows you in ways no one else ever will." I blushed. He continued. "He's had you, and he's lost you. He knows both sides of the fence. And he'd rather be on the side of the fence that has you. I guess what I'm trying to tell you is, because I'm selfish, I wish you would choose Edward over Jacob, because this that he's going through is breaking his heart."

I nodded. It was hard coming up with the right words to say. I couldn't think of a response. I was grateful when Jacob showed up at my room, knocking on the door. He stiffened when he saw Dr. Cullen but his face smiled.

"Thank you, Doctor," he said politely.

"Just doing my job," Carlisle smiled brilliantly. He left the room, but not before pausing in the doorway and locking his eyes into mine. He smiled softly and sighed, then turned around and continued out.

"Ready to go home, Bells? Charlie's waiting in the hall." Jacob extended his hand to my good one, and I willingly took it. I was so tired. I just wanted a hot shower and a good, long night's sleep. It was eight o'clock, but by the time I got home and go out of the shower it was quarter after nine. I pulled on my tattered sweats and a tank top, crawled into bed, and fell asleep.

A beautiful, tiny, red-skinned girl was standing beside me, holding my hand. She had long black hair and sparkling onyx eyes. She couldn't have been more than four or five years old. I turned down to look at her. She was tugging on my hand. "What?" I asked her. "You love him," she said. "Who?" I asked in reply. To that, she simply pointed. I followed her finger to the top of a grassy hill. There was nothing, no one, there. "Who? I don't see.." I asked, my voice trailed off. "You will," the little girl said, giggling and running off into the forest. I stood in my spot, staring at the top of the hill, trying to see who she was pointing at...

I woke up with a start. It was seven thirty-nine. One minute before my alarm would go off. I reached over and shut it off, then rolled out of bed and haphazardly got dressed. I chose a black tank top and dark grey jeans. It was supposed to be fairly warm and sunny today. I was ecstatic. Warmth, sunshine, and no Edward. No Edward meant no embarrassment, no awkwardness, and best of all- no one to interrupt me on my way to lunch.

I was starving, and since I'd showered the night before, I'd opted out this morning, which gave me an extra half-hour in my morning routine. I decided to (one-handedly!) style my hair and put on a touch of makeup. I used mousse to style my long waves. I added a touch of mascara and some tinted lip balm to my face. I looked at the clock. I still had an extra fifteen minutes. I decided that instead of my usual poptart or cereal for breakfast, I'd make eggs and bacon. I was hungry, after all. Last night's drama (oh, the drama, seemed it was becoming a more and more regular occurrence in my life) I was absolutely famished. It was a little harder cooking with one hand, and I only managed to break two eggs. I figured I'd break at least a half-dozen. I threw the bacon in the microwave and put a slice of bread in the toaster. When the food was ready, I wolfed it down in less than five minutes.

Now, I was stuffed. I grabbed my book bag and practically rolled out to my truck. The sunshine was beautiful and brilliant. The temperature was a perfect 78, and there were no clouds in the sky. Too bad my wrist was broken, or I could go swimming with Jake at First Beach. Guess I'd have to opt for sitting on the bench in the garage while Jake tinkered away at the Rabbit. I smiled. It sounded like a good plan to me.