Hello guys thank you for all the reviews. I want his family to find out about the abuse when Edward has built a more stronger relationship. However there will be lots of signs mainly starting from this chapter


My arm shrieking with pain woke me up. I softly opened my eyes and looked around the room and suddenly all the memories hit me at once. His words the punches the glass smashing and the scream , My scream .

I lift my head and look around the room. Glass is scattered around the living room and the carpet is tainted with my blood stains. I feel a warm liquid fall onto my hand I look up and notice my forehead is bleeding badly. Carefully I place once leg forwards and I move from my crouched position. I limp to the downstairs bathroom. I shut the door once I'm in there. I look up at myself in the mirror and I feel myself shiver with all the blood that is pouring out of the wound. I bundle up some cotton balls in hope it will stop the bleeding.

I feel the blood pour out once again and I curse out loud. Fuck I'm going to need Stitches as if this day could get any worse. I run out of the bathroom and grab my mums Car keys and my hoodie not even bothered by this point .I walk into the garage unlocking the car. I slowly slide in to the car and I reluctantly slip my hoodie on . My arm stings with pain whilst I start up the car. I drive fast but not over the speed limit after ten minutes I've finally reached the hospital car park I pull in to a tight spot. I stop the car and look at my self in the wing mirror okay this has got to look like an accident. I shake any of the excess glass of my clothes and I walk into the entrance. I have always hated hospitals.

Always ..


It reminds me of my mum when she lost her baby and how I broke several bones at the hand of Phil .

I breathe deeply and head to the main desk which I think is the reception I don't know as it is forks hospital. The nurse gives me some forms and tells me to wait a few minutes until a doctor is free . I look around the hospital noticing the emptiness of the waiting room I stare at the clock realising its four o clock in the morning . Well that explains a lot. I look at the forms and quickly fill them out . Answering questions like my name previous medical conditions family information . It took me around twenty minutes and I notice that there still is no doctor here yet . Their mustn't be many on shift. I walk up to the front desk and hand the finished forms to the receptionist . I sit back down in my empty chair feeling the uncomfortableness of the chair diig painfully into my back. I stare into space until a deep yet soft voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Edward what are you doing here" he calmly yet worriedly says . I look up and notice it's my dad . I didn't even know this was the hospital Carlisle worked at ,iI should of guessed I mean they live in forks. I mentally face palm myself...

" I cut my head on Some glass" I reply. I mean I'm not lieing am I ? I mean I did cut my head on some glass.

He looks me up and down and sighs at me deeply .

"Come on ,follow me Edward" he softly answers . I slowly stand up trying not to show him any of the other injuries that happened this night . I follow him down the never ending corridors until we reach a small hospital room. The walls are painted white and the bed is stripped with a dotted blue blanket covering it and a soft white pillow.

"Please Take a seat on the bed " he interrupts my thoughts one again . I obey and perch myself on the end of the bed . He pulls out a sharp sterilised needle and some clear thread. He gently dabs the cut with some cotton pads until it's less of a puddle I'm guessing I mean I'm no doctor .

"Son this is going to hurt" he soothingly whispers. He sprays it with some sort spray and I just sit there the pain unaffecting me . Compared to the rest of my body this is just a small sting . He looks at me oddly and then picks up the silver needle. He threads it and moves closer to my cut . He starts of slowly threading my cut back together until it is finished.

"All done " he passes me a small clinical mirror to look at the Stiches. I stare at my reflection seeing no blood clotting up my face anymore . Instead there is a small trail of clean and precise stitches above my eyebrow . In a sort of curved pattern.

"Now would you please tell me why there is no one accompanying you to the hospital, I mean how did you get here"I look up at his face and notice how worried he looks . I hate to do that , he doesn't need to worry about me .

"Well my mum and Phil went away for a few days for business and I took my mums Volvo here" I lie .. He looks at me longingly "well you are all free to go however I would be more than happy if you stay at our house for a couple more days" he kindly replies not seeing my lie at all . I notice from the clock in here that it is around five , ". No that is alright it's five I'll be fine anyway I have to return my mums car thank you for stiching me up" I respond . He encloses me with a warm hug and I slowly walk out of the room following the never ending corridors one again .