Ermm..
I'm so sorry guys. I had actually had this chapter finished for a couple of weeks but wasn't really happy with it. -I know I know, I think I've said this for the last couple of chapters.
But I am also having a lot of exams and am shortly before graduating, so please believe me when I say I am stressed. I'm trying, but as you may know, stress can give you some heavy writer's block.
Anyway, I made a couple of changes to the chapter aand... here it is -FINALLY (thanks to the guest to who's reply I finally sat my ass down and changed this)
Here's a small excerpt from the last chapter to hopefully help you remember.

Last time:

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." I heard his sincerity but couldn't look him in the eyes. I was being irrational and had hurt Carlisle with it. "It's ok, Bella. It was my fault, I didn't think."

'It's fine' I signed. 'I'm sorry.'

We sat together throughout the afternoon and after a while Carlisle fell into light chatter with me. Mostly it was him talking and me listening, just like it had been when I was alone with him at the Cullen home. He left shortly before dinner and I sent the small letter home with him.
I declined dinner and fell asleep shortly after, the soft music still playing.

Chapter 13.

The hospital rooms didn't look any different in Seattle Harborview, the nurses were just the same as everywhere else and the food really wasn't food. Only one thing had changed –I had changed, my feelings had changed. I felt a little better with every additional mile that separated me from Charlie. With every mile that separated me from my old house and my old school. Maybe I could finally be free of all the pain in my life.

Once we'd arrived at the hospital Carlisle, who had ridden with me, helped me settle into the new hospital room. He had brought a couple of books and sat next to me, softly reading to himself. I half listened to his voice as I doodled on my notepad and waited for the time to actually pass. Time just won't pass when there's nothing you can do except sleeping, watching TV, eating and reading.

Carlisle closed his book with a soft thud and handed me my glass of water before getting up from the uncomfortable hospital chair. He stretched and took the glass from my hand again.

'Thank you.' I signed once he looked back at me.
"You're welcome. The kids will be here by 4 and Eleazer told me that he'd come for an examination around 2.30 and right now… I would like to get some food for the both of us. I'll be back in about an hour."

Eleazer looked nothing like Carlisle, his brother, except for this: they were both very handsome. He was a bit younger than Carlisle and had dark brown, wavy hair. His face was narrow and he had a slightly crooked nose but his smile was like Carlisle's; compassionate and warm.

Carlisle was in the room with me during the examination, he had asked if he could stay because then he'd know better what to look out for once I was released into his care. I didn't mind too much. I was uncomfortable because I didn't want him to see my body but I knew that I had to trust him, he was going to look after me once I was at their house, after all. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched every single movement of his brother's hands as they prodded at my scalp.

"She's still sensitive to the touch but that was to be expected." He said to Carlisle. "Are you still experiencing headaches, nausea or dizziness?"

Headaches sometimes. Nothing too bad.

"How often?"

I shrugged softly, I didn't really keep count over the last few days. In the evenings, mostly. Was all I wrote.

"Could be from exhaustion. Is it hard for you to concentrate sometimes?" He sat back for a moment and took notes.

Rarely. I agreed and pushed the pad towards him a little so he could decipher my writing.

"Ok, we will have to keep an eye on that, but I think your concussion is not as bad as we anticipated it to be."

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As Carlisle's brother stated that he wanted to change the wrapping on my ribcage Carlisle left the room to give me some kind of privacy. Only after the door clicked shut did Eleazer help me with removing my shirt and he then started to unwrap the bandage until I sat in front of him, exposed.

The humiliation inside me grew and grew until I felt tears spring to my eyes. I've never felt pretty but I must have looked ugly with my torso all black and blue, scars on my skin and a swelling right under my left breast.

"It's ok, Bella." He murmured, holding my hand for a moment. "I'm done here in a minute." I nodded and he softly touched the surrounding of the swelling, making sure that everything was going to heal the way expected. He rewrapped my torso, less taut this time, and helped me back into my shirt and jacket before he sat down next to me.
"I don't think we will need to rewrap it again, we can leave it off tomorrow." I nodded, thankful that he seemed to understand my uneasiness. I don't think he would have actually said that it was okay to leave the wrapping off had it not been for my small panic attack. I was thankful nonetheless.

"Tell me what's going on in that head of yours?" He asked softly, lifting my chin carefully so I had to look at him. His eyes were a cool gray color as they searched my face, he seemed so familiar. Maybe Carlisle and he were nothing alike on the outside but they were so similar when it came to their nature. "Are you afraid? Did he… touch you? Is that why you" I didn't let him finish but shook my head no quickly. No, he hadn't touched me, I was always glad that he seemed too disgusted of me to ever try that.

"Good." He murmured. "You know you didn't deserve any of this, right? No one ever deserves the kind of treatment you had to go through." I nodded slowly. Carlisle and Esme had gone through this with me a lot, although I already knew that I didn't deserve Charlie's beatings. That didn't change anything though, he made me the way I am right now: broken (quite literally, actually), silent and weak. He had won over me because I let him, I let him break me, I realized that, because I had never grown a pair of balls. I had simply believed that he would be able to hurt and defy anyone that would be willing to believe and help me. And maybe he would have, I still could not be sure.

"What are you afraid of, then?" He asked quietly and lay the notepad on my legs.

The way you see me. I wrote slowly, carefully. I don't want everyone to know what happened.

"We're not everyone. We're Carlisle's family and we're here to help with everything that's ahead of the road. You're not alone anymore."

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Again, I'm trying, but I can't perform magic, sadly. But as I said, this will be continued (if you can have enough patience, let's be honest, you know me by now..).

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