Healing Process

Izzy POV

I was currently getting my facial gauze and tape redone. The doctor said that the gun shot to my leg could have cost me my leg, but I was lucky that the bullet had just missed my tendons and vital veins.

I would normally get visits from the guy who was oh so chill about me showing up bloody and bruised. I never brought up the topic of him being chill about it but then again I'm always falling asleep because of my pain medication.

His name is Jasper, he is visiting his cousin, my neighbor, for two months and then he goes and lives with the Cullen family. Jasper was a calm person, I felt calm around him and his eyes were the prettiest things I have seen yet. He said that his foster dad, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, was only able to tell him that my face will scar, I will get better.

"Izzy! What's going on? How are you feeling?" Jasper said walking into my room with a big huge box and a duffle bag around his neck, along with a huge suitcase trailing behind him.

"Nothing much, being continuously bored, and I'm fine still in pain. What is that stuff you have?" I asked not at all worried about his nonchalant questions.

"Oh, just the stuff from your room. You didn't remember that the trial was today did you? Your father got sentenced to life. You have to move to the middle of Chicago to live with your mom's sister, you're Aunt Nicole, Uncle Viktor and their five kids: Maverick, Trevor, Forrest, Paytah, and Alexander. You do have family in La Push but your Aunt won out in the decision between the two. You get signed out today and your flight leaves tonight. I've already paid for everything." He rushed out in a jumbled mess, though I still heard him it was still a shocker and very difficult to process.

"Why are you so hyper and nonchalant about this?" I thought he was my friend.

"I'm sorry I'm just excited to get to know my new family, I've already met them all. I have two new brothers and two new sisters. Don't get me wrong, I'm going to miss talking to you and miss my best friend but I'm just really hyper." He frowned.

"Oh, well of course, I understand. I'll miss you too. You are my only friend. But I guess going to live with my aunt isn't so bad though, I get a fresh start and I have a chance to meet new friends. Though I don't know who would want to be my friend with scars all over my fac-"

"Don't even fucking say that! You're beautiful, stunning, scars and all! It's what makes you, you. I don't ever want to hear you say anything like that ever again. Do you hear me?" he demanded and I nodded. "Good, now let's get you dressed in some comfy traveling clothes and head on to the front desk.

He helped me into a pair of leggings and a Nike® long sleeve shirt. I didn't need a sweatshirt because I was already hot.

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After my flight I was met by this tallish, black haired boy asking if I was Isabella.

"Who are you?" I asked him. He smiled and smirked.

"I'm Paytah, your cousin." He said still smiling. I forced a smile as much as I could with my cuts still healing.

"How'd you guess? Scars? Gauze? Or my limp?" I questioned kind of rudely but I felt really bitchy at the moment.

"No. I was just done questioning every other brunette girl with brown eyes that look like my aunt." He said his smile fading.

"Look, I'm sorry for being a bitch, I'm just tired and in pain. It's really nice to meet you though. I never knew I had cousins." I tried to make up for my bitchyness.

"Yeah, I didn't know my mother even had a sister until she told us that we were having you stay with us. Your very stunning, might I add. You shouldn't let your scars hold you back, there what makes you, you." I started laughing at that point and he looked at me confused.

"I'm sorry, it's just that my only friend told me that same exact thing." He smiled again and helped me take my bags to his silver 2011 Jeep Wrangler. It was beautiful, and it makes me want to learn more about vehicles. As we got into the jeep I asked him questions and got to know him a little better and he asked me some but I couldn't really answer any of them.

I paid close attention to the town and the driveway we turned into, it was very beautiful and modern looking, they were definitely rich beyond thoughts.

"Paytah, is this your house?" I asked and he chuckled.

"Yours now too, you better get used to it." He said.

"I won't be able to. I promise you, I'm very simple when it comes to needs. I don't really ask for things anyway so you wont have to worry about me." He shook his head and grabbed all of my bags and I followed him onto the big wrap around porch that actually has levels with steps to get up and down the levels.

"Wow." Is all I said and he nodded like he got it all the time, he probably did though.

There were four stories. It was all what looked to be iron and stainless steel. There were big window walls with window paint all artistically placed on it.

I finally found myself staring at two older looking people and eight other boys all around the same age. I was nervous to say the least.

A.N/ Hey guys so so sorry it took so long. I had a friend stay over for the last three to four weeks and she couldn't take the hint of leave me alone and let me write. She kept inviting herself over and it sucked that I couldn't tell her no. I wish I could have gotten this up sooner. I hope I haven't lost any of you in the major delay. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and I'd love to hear your opinions even more so Pretty Please with a Hershey kiss on top…Please review and let me know if im going too slow or fast or if it needs more details…idk just please? Anywho…ill stop talking now and thank you all again!