"Kill me now." I complain, dropping my head against the window.

"Don't worry, I'll be staying there as well to help you out… you know, just in case." He promised, as he pulled up to my parents house.

My dad was already waiting on the porch with my mom and Emmie.

"Kill me now!" I cried, as all three of them stepped towards the car.

"Oh, come on, Baby Bells, you're overreacting. They're just a little worried about you. I'm sure it won't be that bad." He promised, patting my leg before he exited the car and made his way around the front of the car to help me out.

"Good God. " I muttered as he helped me out of the car.

"Oh dear, my poor little Bellsy." My mother cried.

This woman hasn't seen my injuries yet she cries as if I'm beat to a bloody pulp. Though thinking about it now, Emmett practically did beat the ever loving shit out of my ribs.

Ain't his fault that he doesn't know his own strength, though.

"Ma! Hey, ma!" I interrupted her worrying.

"Yes, baby?"

"I'm ok. I promise. If it hadn't been for Emmett, I probably would've died. He saved me." I reassure.

"This Edmund… your grandfather told me he's a firefighter...and his brother is a Srg. A cop too." He pried.

My old man was just as nosy as his. That's probably where we all got that particular skill from.

"His name is Emmett, pop… his brother- 's name is Ed—gulp—ward. Edward. Alright? Can we please go inside before our nosy as neighbor's begin to snoop?" I asked tiredly, starting to feel my ribs throb.

He nodded in response, stepping beside me and wrapping an arm around my shoulders to help me.

"Charles, leave that poor child alone. She'll tell you what happened when she's good and ready." My mom scolded as she followed us in.

"Ooh, Née, you never let me have any fun." My dad complained, pouting as he lead me into the house.

"Ma, calm down. Its—its not as bad as you think. I‐I'm just having trouble trusting men after the whole Zackary fiasco." I manage before my dad stops in the foyer.

"Zackary? What does that little shit have to do with the young man you met in Buffalo? Even the Colonel gave his approval. That was a surprise in itself. So, what's going on?" My dad asked, crossing his arms now.

*gulp*

Had I honestly how nosy this family is? What had I expected when I boarded the plane?

"Isabella, I want an answer right now." He demanded after I ignored his question.

"Charlie, stop. Can't you see she's tired and doesn't want to talk about this right now? Let her rest, she's been injured, and has been on a plane for the last six hours? Not to mention how long the car ride was." She interrupts

"Née." He pleads as she leads me away.

"No, she's had a long day. Anything that needs to be discussed will have to be done tomorrow morning, after we all have breakfast." She says, firmly.

I almost giggle as she leads me into the guest room.

"Rose called me as soon as you left for the airport. I know what happened. I also know you need time to wrap your head around this whole situation. Just remember there are two sides to every story, and that looks can be deceiving." She says, patting my shoulder lightly, before turning to leave.

Huh. I guess my mother understands me more than I thought. Maybe…

The thought is however cut short when I get a call from Rose.

"Hello?" I answer, sighing as I lay back onto the bed.

Hm.. new mattress.

"Bella." A familiar voice answer.

"Edward?" I gasp. "I—I gotta go." I say, as my finger reaches for the red end button.

"Don't go! Please! Just—Just let me explain. " he begged.

I sigh, how do I avoid something that is staring me right in the face?

'You can't,' my inner bitch sniped.

'Shut up!' I snap back.

"What is there to explain? You have a girlfriend. You're a cheater." I murmur,

"Look, that person who hugged me at the hospital was Tanya. She's— she's my ex-wife." He stutters.

"Ex-wife, huh? Then why the fuck did she fucking jump on you and start kissing you at the hospital? That shit doesn't look like she's your ex that looks like she's your current wife." I say, defensively.

"She's my ex-wife, alright? We got married when we were eighteen. The marriage only lasted two weeks before it was annulled." He explained.

"I don't believe you." I argue.

"How can I prove to you that I am not married?" He asks, exasperated.

"Give me time to wrap my head around everything." I simply say.

"That's all?" He asks surprised.

"Yes, that's all. I can't make any promises, but my mother told me to give you the benefit of the doubt...and as hard as it is. I have to reassure myself first. So, that's all I can give you for now." I quietly say.

"I guess I can understand where you're coming from but...can I at least call you again some other time?" He asks, hesitantly.

"I guess so." I allow.

"From my phone?" He asks stupidly.

I laugh, "Sure, why not?"

We agree to talk more the next day before saying goodnight, and me falling asleep after pulling my shoes and pants off.

"Bella, honey, wake up it's time for breakfast." My mother says, gently moving me.

"What time is it?" I ask, yawning tiredly.

"Half past nine." She says.

I nod, before pushing the warm comfy blankets off of me and rolling out of bed.

"Do you need any help getting ready?" She asks.

"No, thank you. I think I'll be alright. I don't feel too sore right now." I mutter.

"Did you take the painkillers?" She asks amused.

I nod in response, as I pull out a clean set of clothes.

My shower lasted twenty minutes, as did me getting dressed, maybe a but less, since my ribs kept hurting while I put my shirt on after I wrapped them up again.

I was ready to get back into bed by the time I was done getting ready.

I should mention that in the Swans' House, we are all to get out of bed, shower, and dress before eight thirty, unless sick or injured.

I check the alarm clock by the night stand only to see it's not ten fifteen. Boy, my dad was going to be in a pissy mood when I finally made it to the table.

"Ah, so she made it to breakfast. " my dad mumbles.

"Ok, two things. One, I have four and a half fractured ribs, so I'm slower than usual, and two, I'm a fucking adult. I don't need to be here. So, cut it out or I'll leave. Injury or no. I don't have to be taking your attitude." I snip after I sat down next to Daxton.

"Charlie, cut it out." My mom snapped, whacking him with a spoon on his hand.

"Oh. Fuck." He mutters rubbing his hands aggressively.

Causing Dax and I laugh into our cups of orange juice to attempt to hide our amusement.

"What dat mean?" Ellie asks innocently.

I could feel the room tense up. Is no one going to answer? No? Ahh, I guess that leaves me then.

"Sweetie, remember how I once told you there are big people words and you shouldn't repeat them?" I asked.

She is,however, on a midchew of her pancake so she nods vigorously in response.

"Well, that's one of them. Don't repeat it." I say, giving her a wink and a half smile.

"Otay Bwella." She says, after swallowing her piece of pancake

An impatient knock interrupted the then quiet meal.

"Née, sweetheart… were you expecting anyone?" Dad asked before the knocking turned into banging.

"Rayne Willow Higginbotham! Open. This door right now!"

"Oh noo… " my mom complained dropping her head into her hands.