Just a forewarning, there's some not so nice swearing in this chapter.

BPOV

It's strange how quickly I felt disconnected from the people around me. I wasn't so bothered by the idea of leaving Fork's behind anymore. Charlie would make it just fine without me. At least, that's what I tried to tell myself. Dan was standing on stage with a microphone in his hand, give a speech to commemorate my father. I might have actually enjoyed it if someone else were sharing their "words of wisdom".

"I haven't been with the squad for a very long time, certainly not for as long as my buddy here, but I can say with certainty that we'd be an absolute mess without him. I've never met a more dedicated and experienced cop in my entire career, and apparently the rest of Washington agrees with me. It is my pleasure to present Charlie Swan with this prestigious award of outstanding merit and generosity." Dan smiled, playing the perfect guy role. Charlie walked onto stage, looking embarrassed with his pink cheeks.

Before he spoke into the microphone, he winked at me. I smiled back at him, fondly. Small tremors radiated through my chest. This could very well be the last time I would ever see my father. During his speech of acceptance, I tried to revive every pleasant memory I'd ever had with him. I tried to force myself to remember all of them, tried to make them so visible in my mind. I hadn't even noticed what he was saying, I was memorizing his face one last time. When he stepped down from the stage, the guests were invited to eat dinner.

As I had expected, the elegant meal really only consisted of buffet line and a mini bar. I got in line for food and put things on my plate that I had no intention of eating. Dan was in line in front of me, already making way toward the mini-bar. I sighed and hoped that maybe he wouldn't get drunk tonight. Not in front of his coworkers. Not in front of Charlie.

At our table, which was situated in the middle of the room, far away from the door, was filled with other police officers that I didn't know very well. They tried to make small talk—I didn't really feel like talking. Dan filled in all of the awkward silences with every new drink he had. It didn't take long for him to be completely wasted. Other officers gradually left to go home. Even Charlie left before we did.

"Well, I'm gonna go hit the sack," Charlie has said before leaving. I stood up to give him a hug.

"Congratulations, Dad," I said, before pulling him into an extremely constricting hug.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Bells," he said, pulling away from me. That stung. He wouldn't be seeing me tomorrow.

"I love you," was all I could manage to say. He smiled before walking toward the door.

"Love you, too." And then he was gone.

Dan fiddled around, drunk off his ass, for a few more minutes before deciding we should go home. He stood up from the table and pulled on my arm. Not wanting to make a scene, I allowed him to tow me out the door. As soon as we were outside of the building, I demanded the keys.

"You're drunk. You are not driving tonight." For the first time, I wasn't afraid of him. He squinted at me.

"Shut up," he slurred. "Get your ass in the car." Then he stumbled toward the vehicle. I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to stop him.

"Give. Me. The keys." My teeth were gritted and I silently willed myself not to blink.

"Shut the fuck up. Stop being a bitch and get in the goddamn car." I didn't know whether to laugh or cower. On one hand, he looked like he was going to hit me, but on the other, he sounded so stupid. He ripped his shoulder out of my grasp and pushed me into the side of the car, pulling open the passenger vehicle and practically throwing me inside. He tripped his way over to the driver's side a groped his way inside. When he started the car, the first thing he did was drive into a parking lot divider on the ground. I started to panic as we drove out the lot.

Where was Edward?

I never thought I would see the day when a cop went out driving drunk, but there's a first time for everything. Dan blew the first red light. There wasn't anyone around to see it, unfortunately. Then he proceeded to drive like an idiot and turned on the radio, speeding the entire way home. He swerved the car and slammed on the breaks for no apparent reason, constantly.

"Dan, please pull over. You're going to get into an accident," I begged. In response, he sped up and looked over at me, not paying attention to where we were driving.

"You need to shut your mouth," he grumbled. I stared, mesmerized by what was steadily approaching us. Dan had completely driven off the road and was speeding toward an enormous tree. He was still looking at me, spouting off about how disrespectful I was. I ignored him and thought about jumping out of the vehicle. I would probably have a better chance of surviving if I did.

By the time I had made up my mind to actually do it, it was too late. I felt the impact of the collision, the force from the deployed air bags and the glass that shattered all over my body. Then, everything went black.

"Edward!" A small, child-like voice echoed in the back of my head. It hurt. "She's bleeding!" I willed my eyelids to pull themselves open, but they refused. "Bella?" the child-like voice called. "Can you hear me?" I heard the grinding sound of metal colliding with another object, a harsh groaning sound.

"Bella?" A male voice. A beautiful voice. "Bella, please, open your eyes." The voice sounded strained. "Alice, get Carlisle," the voice demanded. I felt a cold pressure on my temple. I fought harder to open my eyes, harder to see what was in front of me. I felt my eyelashes flutter and brief glimpses of light stung my eyes. "Please, open your eyes."

Finally, I was able to pull them open. In front of me, Edward, looking desperate, had been molding an opening in the mangled car around my body so he could pull me out. "Oh, thank God," he breathed. I could smell that blood that soaked through my dress. How was he standing this?

"Edward, the blood," I mumbled, trying to keep myself from falling asleep. It suddenly got very cold.

"I don't care. We're getting you out of here," he said determinedly. I heard more voices in the background. Alice had come back with Carlisle. She left shortly after that, probably running from the blood.

"Edward, don't move her yet," Carlisle ordered. "Her neck may be injured." He came into my view and offered a sad smile. "Bella, can you hear me?" he asked.

"It's cold," I said, shivering. "I'm really cold."

"I know, dear. Can you move your fingers?" he asked. I tried to move my hand, but it was pinned caught between the dismantled seat and the bent door.

"It's stuck," I said.

"Can you wiggle your fingers?" I wiggled them.

"Yeah, I can," I slurred.

"And your toes? Can you feel them?" He was rushing me now. I didn't like it.

"Yes," I griped, struggling to keep my eyes open now. Then I felt numbingly cold, yet comforting arms slip underneath me and lift me carefully out of the mangled seat. I pressed my face against Edward's chest, trembling.

"Edward, I need to get the glass out," Carlisle started to say.

"I know. Not here." He carried me over to the Volvo, which I hadn't even heard come up and laid me down in the back seat.

"I'll destroy your seats, Edward," I mumbled. Edward shook his head.

"Nonsense. Bella, I need you to stay awake. Don't go to sleep, do you understand?" he asked. I mumbled about understanding and felt his lift my legs so he could sit in the seat next to me. He draped my legs over his knees and instructed Carlisle to drive.

"You need to apply pressure, Edward," Carlisle reminded him. "Try not to touch any of the glass." I felt a burning, searing pain in my abdomen as Edward pressed his freezing cold hands against it. I whimpered and tried not to scream.

"Shh, it's okay," Edward tried to comfort me. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should have gotten there sooner." I couldn't muster the energy to come up with a reply. Edward pressed harder against my stomach. "Stay awake," he reminded me. I struggled, but managed to keep my eyes open until Carlisle raced into the driveway to their home.

Everything seemed to happen in a blur. I was being pulled out of the car, Carlisle was laying my out on a table, giving me anesthetics. I don't remember feeling any pain after that. All I remember is going to sleep.

When I woke up, I certainly wasn't at the Cullen's house. I was in a completely unfamiliar room, lying in a completely unfamiliar bed. The only familiar thing in the room was Edward, who was sitting anxiously in a chair next to the bed. I sat up and gasped in pain.

"Bella?" he asked. "What is it?" Then I looked down and saw several cuts along my arms. The real pain was coming from my side. I pulled the blankets off of me and hitched up my shirt. A huge white bandage covered almost my entire left side, and smaller sections across my stomach were stitched up.

"What happened?" I asked. My memory was still foggy. Edward suddenly looked uncomfortable.

"You were in a car accident…" he trailed off. I suddenly remembered everything and shivered.

"Oh," I said, quietly. "Where are we?"

"We're in Oregon." He looked upset. I sat up further, working past the biting pain.

"Edward, what's wrong?" He looked up at me with pure anguish brooding in his eyes.

"If I had gotten there three seconds before, none of this would have happened. Everything I do ends up with you hurt."

I sighed and shifted my weight so I faced him. "Don't even start with the self-loathing gimmick. I don't think last night could have been prevented. And it's a good thing, in a way," I stated. Edward looked appalled.

"How the hell is any of this good?" He growled at me, looking furious.

"Someone had to have found Dan, and that someone would have recognized that he was drunk. He'll lose his license and most likely get fired. I'll heal quickly. Dan can't ever take back what he's done."

AN: So, what do you think is gonna happen next? I'll go more into detail about Bella's injuries and whatnot in the next chapter. You have to take into consideration the fact that Bella was pretty incoherent from loss of blood, so this chapter, as it is being told from her point of view, is pretty confusing.

I thought it would share something completely random with you guys. I love coming home to a perfectly made bed with my pillows fixed and everything. I hate the fact that I'm too lazy to make my bed every morning.

How about telling me something you love and hate at the same time? As always, review and let me know what you think. Much love!