Please forgive me, I know this is late, but I hadn't realized how hard it is to get in someone's head and convey their thought when they're suffering from amnesia. BTW... Most of you were Team Bella in that you supported her in her disappointment towards Edward, while Edward had a few people in his corner as well. One more thing, it was asked in a review about Edward and Esme's last name. While they both were Platts, Edward also carried his maternal grandparent's name of Masen as part of his middle name. When Carlisle and Esme adopted him and officially made him a Cullen, he simply dropped the name Platt, which is why Eleazar would simply refer to him as Masen just to get under his skin. Okay, enough babbling.

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That's What Little Girls Are Made Of...

Chapter One Forty-Eight

Carlisle POV

"Maggie, NO!" I yelled, but it was too little, too late. Once again, I let my sister down and I had failed to protect her from Eleazar's ugly lifestyle.

How the hell did we end up here?

This was a complete and utter clusterfuck!

Instinctively, I moved Esme behind my body and took on a protective stance. I was readying for a fight. Having just got her back, I wasn't about to let any harm come to my green-eyed angel. I may not have all of my memories back, but, every fiber in my body was screaming at me to protect her.

God, what is this woman doing to me?

No, scratch that, what has she done to me?

For the longest time, I had no memory of my life outside of Alaska, hell, at one point, I didn't have any memories at all. Eleazar, my sister, Supulcia, and Tanya Denali had me convinced that I'd returned home after med school and I have been running a small private practice in the heart of town for the last twenty years.

Oddly, I felt nothing when they took me in to see my practice. The entire staff greeted me like I was an old friend, but, not one of them struck a chord in my memory.

Obviously, I'm a good boss. My colleagues and patients all seemed so happy to see me, and, out of a sense of obligation, I struggled for any scrap of recollection I could pull up of them.

My frustration level with myself flew through the roof when a nice young couple came in to reintroduce their toddler son, Carlisle to me. Turns out that I was having lunch with Tanya when there was an accident that nearly killed both mother and baby. Heroically, I jumped into action and saved them both. I felt a pang of guilt when nothing about that day would come to me.

How could I forget something like that?

Why was none of this ringing any bells for me?

I should have known then that something was very wrong with this situation I found myself in.

And if that wasn't puzzling enough, the story of my accident was even more troubling.

Apparently, Tanya and I were out on my father's yacht and there was an accident that left me in a coma for a few months.

Why was on a boat?

I hate the water; I always suffered terrible sea sickness as a child.

See why I said it was so puzzling to me?

AN: Well, I'm dying to know what you think of our little glimpse into Carlisle's mind. He had a lot to say, so I broke it up into parts. More from Carlisle Cullen tomorrow. Please if you feel so inclined, leave me some love.

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