Chapter 2

EPOV

I was pacing the waiting room floor for the third day. I had been here all day everyday, only ever going home when my father, the one and only Dr. Carlisle Cullen, sent me home. I know it's irrational and that really it was none of my business but the way that girl looked and the deadness I saw in her eyes, the way she just seemed to look right through me was haunting. And there was that strange connection I felt with her.

I was driving to the supermarket to pick some stuff up for the family dinner when I drove past what looked like an animal. I slowed and looked at it in the rear-view mirror. It was still moving so I turned around and drove back towards it. It wasn't until I was looking at it closely that I realised it was a girl. She was covered in bloody clothes, actually not even clothes, they were simply scraps. Torn and ruined revealing most of the girls skin and the damage that had been done to her. I couldn't help but shudder at the thought of who had done this to her. What kind of a human or animal inflicts this kind of torture and who knows what else on someone and then leaves them to die on the side of a road. I stroked the girls long brown hair away from her face, expecting to be greeted with eyelids. Instead there were these large doe eyes looking right through me, not even seeing me or registering I was there. I picker her up bridal style, noticing how she tensed in my arms, almost as if she wanted to run but was too tired. There was this weird electric/magnetic feeling running on my skin wherever I touched her.

I raced to the hospital not even worrying about police cars or speed cameras, my only concern being the girl in my car. I picked up my phone and rang my fathers number:

'Dad, its me. I'm on my way to the hospital and I found a girl on the side of the road, just lying in the ditch. She looks really bad there's blood everywhere'

The calm voice of my father replied 'Ok, keep calm and I will be waiting for you by the main doors to the hospital. Is she conscious, hat exactly is wrong with her?'

'I don't really know if she is conscious, her eyes are open but she isn't; responding to anything really and its hard to tell exactly what's wrong with her because there is so much blood, dried and new, I am here now so see you in a min.' I hung up my phone and carried the girl in through the doors to my waiting father.

There seemed to be chaos as she was taken out of my arms, and I instantly felt the loss of her warm body and the weird magnetic feeling I had when I was touching her. They lay her on a bed and immediately started to try and get her to respond and all she seemed to do was look through people and occasionally and just slightly flinch at a raised voice. I'm pretty sure I was the only one that noticed that. I followed as they wheeled her into a room to have more space and privacy to work on her. They peeled away her clothes and what I saw is forever ingrained on my eyes. The trainee doctor, Dr. Smilks turned and vomited into the bin. I couldn't look after that and just sat in the waiting room waiting for my dad to come out.

CarPOV

To saw I was surprised when my son rang me to say he had a girl in the back of his car would be an understatement. I could tell he was slightly panicked when he rang and so I was unsure of what to expect when he arrived at the hospital carrying a petite young girl with long drown hair and large does eyes. For some reason something about her jogged in my memory, but now was not the time. I had though that Edward was overreacting when he described her appearance but her really hadn't. There was so much blood and her unresponsiveness was alarming.

We got her wheeled into a room so we could work on her in a bit more privacy. One of the nurses, who had finally stopped ogling at me, when would they ever learn that I was happily married, was stripping away what was left of her clothes. What I saw I don't ever want to see again. How could anyone do that to another living thing. I was momentarily distracted from my horror as the trainee doctor, Dr. Smilks vomited. Despite how unprofessional, can't say I blame him.

Littered down this girls back were marks, obvious of several whippings. None of them cleaned, some looking a couple of days old, the others newer. There were cigarette burns covering her back and arms and her abdomen as well. The start of a pattern had been burnt around her belly button and the initials JD had been burned on to her lower back, like a tramp stamp, only worse. These were going to scar badly and would be raised against the fingers, they had been burned onto her repeatedly. There was evidence of cutting with a knife along her shoulder blades and down her thighs. Compassion and rage filled me. Not one for violence and always keeping the peace I wished that the monster who did this was either caught or died a long and painful death. We still had more to examine and based on our lack of knowledge of the girl and the obvious violence of the attack we were going to have to assume the worst. Not wanting to violate her privacy anymore than I already had dine by this initial exam I fetched a female doctor to check if she had been sexually abused as well.

I walked out of the room, knowing Edward would be waiting for an update, but I also knew that it was my duty to inform the police, which is where I headed first; towards the phone.