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Edward's POV:
I picked her up feeling her limp body against my skin.
"Don't leave me. Bella, please." I whispered in her ear.
I felt her wrist for a pulse. It was irregular and faint. I pulled her closer to myself and ran, careful of her, yet knowing that her heart could stop kept me going faster and faster.
"Bella!" I stopped as Charlie's voice sliced the air. I swiveled to face him.
"She's—"
"Get your hands off my daughter." He said with an eerie calmness.
"She's dying."
"Get your hands off my daughter!" Fellow policemen in similar uniforms were running towards us. I looked to Bella, her pale, freezing skin glittering with raindrops.
"I'm afraid I—".Chief Swan had left Charlie somewhere in the clearing. Fury reined his face.
Bella POV:
My eyes fluttered and I drowsily lifted my lids, only to scream and opened them fully when a face looked intently at me, only inches away.
"Char—Dad! Oh my gosh, don't do that ever again!" But my words were muffled by one of Charlie's bone-crushing hugs.
"Thank God, Bella!"
'Good morning to you too, did I sleep in or—"I looked at my bandaged hands when tried to run my fingers through my wet head. Just like it always happens in the mornings when you wake up, and you know there's something bad that happened and you remember out of the blue.
"I'm sorry Dad." I whispered hugging him again. But he resisted this time.
"Bella," he said anger evident in his tone. "Would you mind telling me why you were in the hospital? And when you're done with that—why where you unconscious? And then tell me why the hell that Cullen kid was carrying you unconscious?" I bit my lip. I couldn't tell him. Not about the hospital, not about the scrimmage not about the Cullen's...
"Dad, I—well I guess I just have to say it. You know that soccer game I went to with Edward? Well, I didn't go with him. It was just an excuse so I could go. I know you don't really like me going to things alone so Edward agreed to pretend to go. There was a…little skirmish and my hands got hurt so when Edward picked me up he took me to the hospital, you know, where his dad works? But I didn't want Dr. Cullen to tell you so I ran off on my own and fell. I guess Edward found me." Charlie's face was slowly regaining its color.
"Oh, well. I had thought that kid…Edwin, had hurt you." He mumbled, and then returned to Dad mode. "But lying to me to go to a soccer game is completely unacceptable young lady. No more soccer. No games, no teams, no practices. That's final."
"Dad! No! Can't you just take away my car or—"
"End of discussion Isabella, you'll focus on your schoolwork and your much-needed social skills. Today you can rest but tomorrow you're up at 6 at off to school." He huffed off while I glared at his receding figure.
…
I sat on my bed for a while, trying to sleep, but it was impossible. Being too infuriated at my dad to use to the door I opened my window and stepped out onto the roof. Sliding down to the very edge, near the drain pipes, I jumped down, landing on my feet, thank God. There was only one place I was going to go—and not without my extra soccer ball I'd gotten out from under me bed.
Edward's POV:
"Alice! Tell me what you saw!" I would've shaken her little shoulders, had Jasper not been watching me closely from the kitchen.
"No," she persisted. "You'll go do something stupid to you and her."
"Mary Alice Cullen." I said through gritted teeth, "you tell me now."
"No." She shook her little head and Jasper glared at me warningly, though sending a rush of unwanted calm through my body as well.
I stormed up the stairs, but paused when Alice sighed.
"Thank God, I don't know how long I could keep thinking of pop songs. This is going to be hard, he's bound to see."
'I just how the Quilete won't hurt her badly.'
That was all I needed to know. There was barely a sound as I eased my door open, the climbed to the balcony and jumped, my feet hitting the ground like boulders against boulders. But it didn't matter if they heard me; no one could catch up to me.