First of all thank you to all who've stopped by and read this. This is my first fic, I also have a companion piece in the wings for this story. That one is an Edward only POV. I will try and update once a week usually on Fridays.

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Chapter 3: Homecoming.

Two Months Later:

"Fuck!"

In the dark bedroom daylight had yet to intrude. For Bella she didn't care. Her world had darkened the day the accident had stolen her vision.

Isabella swore as loud as she could. Her voice damaged from the accident only came out as a loud whisper. "Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck" Bella hopped on her one 'good' leg as she swung her casted leg away from the offending piece of furniture.

She couldn't even bend down to massage the throbbing toe. Reaching for her crutch she tried to balance on one leg she leaned forward reaching between her bed and the bedside table, to where it lay, a brief wave of dizziness washed over her, she leaned forward almost hitting her head on the corner of her nightstand.

Finally her fingers wrapped around the offending piece of hospital equipment. Sighing she leaned against her bed. Bella's right side ached from still healing ribs; her right arm came out of its cast within the last few days, but having it immobile for a while had atrophied the muscles. It was weaker and still ached when she used her crutch.

She was so tired of being the adult; her mother still mired in the deep depression, and her grief at the death of the love of her life, was probably still in bed. She is always in bed. Never fucking moving only eating what Bella could cook.

She hated instant food. She longed to have the stamina it took to make a proper dinner.

Sighing she knew this was her fault, that because of her decision to break a promise to her father, her mother suffered she lost Phil, and she lost her sight.

She really had to get moving if she wanted to take a shower before heading to the doctor. Standing she put the crutch under her arm putting as little weight as she could on it while using her 'good' leg as a counter balance.

Shuffling forward she opened her dresser drawer; peering in the opened drawer she cursed her vision. The fire that took Phil at the accident also took her voice and vision.

Using her finger tips she pulled out what she thought was an appropriate outfit. Making out the texture of her clothing, Isabella quickly pulled out a long sleeved button up top and a long three tiered peasant skirt and an underwear set.

Since her accident many things have changed, as her world darkened from the injuries her eyes suffered, so had the colors of her clothing; gone from her wardrobe the bright colors of spring, the warm tones of fall, in their place black and grays.

She no longer wore short sleeved shirts. Her arms scarred from both the fire and the road rash. Her body was a mesh of surgical scarring, road rash and burn scarring; her petal soft pale skin now replaced by angry pink scars. By necessity Bella had to wear skirts because almost all of her jeans wouldn't fit over her leg cast.

Bella shuffled slowly down the hall to the tiny bathroom that she had. Closing the door, she set her clothes on the counter. Stripping she settled down on the closed toilet seat. Putting the crutch on the floor, Bella reached behind her she grabbing a large plastic trash bag, opening it she slid her casted leg in to it grabbing a long ribbon that dangled off the towel rack she tied it around the top of the cast. Hopping on one foot she settled on the 'bath seat' turning on the shower. She quickly washed and dressed herself.

Before leaving the steamy room she tossed her night shirt in to the hamper, noting that laundry needed to be done because they almost bounced backed out of the hamper. A tight knot formed in the middle of her chest, fighting back the useless tears she took a deep sigh.

What she wanted was someone to take care of her, to help her while she healed from the injuries. Renee was never the strong type; she was loving, eccentric and harebrained, loosing a husband and now having to deal with an invalid daughter proved too much for her.

Bella made her way to her mother's room, "Mom?" she asked, not receiving a reply she tried louder straining her voice "Mom?!" still nothing so she tapped on the wall finally getting a response. A low muffled moan from under the covers, "I'm heading for out to the doctor's office." Bella said.

"mmm kay" was the reply from the lump on the bed.

As quickly as she could Bella made her way to the stairs, she grasped the railing with her good hand then hopped on her good leg down one step while using the crutch as an anchor on the next step.

It was a slow and painful process with every hop her broken leg throbbed. When she got halfway to bottom she realized that she forgot her pain medication in the upstairs bathroom.

She was about to turn around and go back when once again dizziness over came her. Losing her balance she tumbled down the remaining stairs. Laying there dazed and in pain as her leg bounced off the bottom steps, the tears that threatened her in the bathroom spilled over.

Her life as she knew it in Phoenix was over. She needed help, she needed her parents. Crawling toward the door where she had dropped her backpack she reached in to the front pocket. Pulling out her cell phone she quickly dialed the one person she knew she could count on.

Bella pulled herself in to a sitting position against the front door while the phone rang on the other end. She cradled the phone, against her and waited for him to answer. "Officer Swan." the voice answered in an authoritative manner, taking a deep hitching breath Bella said, "Charlie, can you come get me?"

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