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Chapter Eleven

Bella's Point of View

I rolled over, luxuriating the warmth and happiness that the thick blanket was bringing my body. I hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Then, there was an uncomfortable pulling feeling in my arms. I frowned, still half asleep, and began to tug the source of the discomfort out. Before I could, though, a hand stopped me, and a rich, velvety voice said, "Whoa there, horsey." I completely woke up to see Edward's dreamy face smiling down at me.

"What...happened?" It was supposed to sound firm and demanding, but it came out sounding weak and fragile.

"You passed out, then I took you to the hospital," Edward answered me softly. I swung my head around, internally panicking. They knew. I told them, and they knew. I would never be safe again. Suddenly, I started to thrash around violently in my bed, trying to dislodge all of the stupid needles. Nobody was allowed to know.

"Get me the hell out of here!" I screamed. "Get away from me! Damn it! Get everyone away from me!" Edward rushed over to me.

"Bella, calm down," he ordered in a firm voice. He took my waist in his hands and attempted to soothe me. It didn't work.

"Get your hands the hell off me! I need to get out of here!" I shrieked. Sure, my muscles and injuries were screaming at me to stop, but I needed to get out of here, no one could know about Charlie, or else he would kill me and everyone I knew.

"Bella, I'm going to have to make you calm down if you don't do it yourself," Edward told me, his voice rising.

"Get off me! I need to go back to my house! Just go away!" With that, Edward pinned my arms together with one hand and held me down with the other.

"Dad!" he called. "She needs something that will help her calm down." A gorgeous blond man with looks better than a movie star's peered at me around the corner of the hall.

"All right, son, here, I'll give her this," he walked over to where Edward was still trying to hold me down. He produced a syringe with a clear liquid in it from some sort of medical kit and shot it into my arm. Immediately afterwards, I felt calmer, and a little drowsy.

"There. Call me again if she needs something else," he told Edward, and then disappeared out of the room.

"Okay," Edward said. "Now that you're not being all crazy, tell me the whole story." I began to panic a little, but it stayed dull and unfocused, due to the stupid shit they shot into my body.

"N-n-no," I slurred. Edward rolled his eyes.

"You are so stubborn! Just tell me the story!" he exclaimed. I glared at him.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

We basically just did this a couple more times, and then we lapsed into an angry silence.

"Did your dad do this to you?" Edward finally broke the ice.

"Umm…no, he…didn't?" I tried to sound confident and be a good liar, but Edward's fierce gaze had me ending up the statement like a question.

"Yes, he did. Don't lie, you're horrible at it."

"Why are you asking me questions if you already know the answers?" I demanded frigidly. He sighed.

"Because, Bella, I need my theories confirmed. Now, answer truthfully." He eyed me until I nodded.

"Okay. So Charlie is the one that beats you up." I nodded a short little bob. He already knew, so I might as well just make him happy.

"And it's been for about a month?"

"Yeah."

"I wish you would have told someone earlier, Bella," he groaned. "Now you'll probably need therapy, you'll have to stay in the hospital longer, you can't-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I cut him off. "I can't pay for all this. I don't have a job, and Charlie spent all our money on beer." Edward smiled a little…sheepishly?

"Okay, so we contacted your aunt, and she's coming to live here from Colorado-she was moving anyway, so it's not a big deal," he added quickly. "Anyways, she won't be able to come here until she sells her house, and you're just going to live with us until she does that." I sat there, shocked.

"Of course, if that's all right with you, we don't want to do anything that you don't want…" he murmured. I sighed.

"I want to live with you guys, Edward, don't be silly. Alice is my best friend." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay…" he just looked at me. I began to feel a little self-conscious. What was he staring at?

"What?" I asked uncomfortably.

"Nothing." He shook his head.

Edward asked me about some more things, like what else Charlie did to me, and then sighed.

"What?" I asked again, except this time, it was curious, not uncomfortable.

"We went to the FBI about your father. They went to your house, and it looks like he left. His room has barely any clothes in it, and the entire place is kind of messy, so it seems like he almost had a spy, or something along those lines, to tell him if someone ratted on him. They're looking for him, but…" he frowned. I did too. Charlie, unmasked and on the loose, was a very, very dangerous threat to the entire population to Forks, and all the surrounding towns.

"Whatever," I muttered. "Hopefully they'll catch him."

Just then, the really good looking doctor came in again.

"Hi Bella, I'm Dr. Cullen, Edward's and Alice's dad, but please, call me Carlisle." He smiled warmly at me. I grinned back.

"Hi, Carlisle."

Carlisle did a couple checks on my vitals, and then started informing me about the extent of my injuries.

"You have a sprained wrist, a sprained ankle, lots of bruises, three of your ribs are cracked, you have three very deep cuts that needed eight stitched each, and your knee on your left leg is broken." I sat back, dumbfounded. I knew Charlie had messed me up, I just didn't know it was that bad.

"O…kay," I murmured, preoccupied with my thoughts. Beside me, I heard Edward hissing words to his father. He was trying to be secretive about it, but I heard little snatches from the conversation.

"No…she can't walk that well…of course not, she needs to sleep…yeah, sure, I'll tell her now." Edward strode towards me.

"Okay, Bella, you're getting out of the hospital in three days, then you're moving into our house. Alice, of course, already has your room set up, with a whole new wardrobe…" I grinned. Leave it to Alice to decorate a room and get tons of clothes within three hours.

"Anyways, you're coming home in three days, like I said, and then you start therapy the day after you come home." He screwed up his eyes a little, gauging my reaction.

Mostly, I didn't really do anything. I just nodded and asked in a weak voice, "Can I sleep now?" A sudden wave of fatigue had overtaken my senses, and I wanted to succumb to it.

Edward's expression immediately became soft and caring.

"Of course, princess, do you need anything?" I shook my head, but smiled slightly and crooked my finger towards him so he was leaning in by my mouth. Before, I wouldn't trust him so close to my face, but he had just been so gentle lately that I decided it was more than safe to whisper something into his ear.

"I like the name princess," I murmured. I had just enough time to catch the gleeful look dancing around like fire in his eyes before I sunk into the welcoming caverns of pleasant dreams.

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