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Well, some of you have noticed that I have made some changes during ch. 3. I had to. My parents want to read the story -though I told them "NO". I still cant trust them from not reading it. So I just made it not as graphic.
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I looked at Edward, my eyes wide. He just shook his head, like he knew what I was thinking. I was very happy that I had not been pregnant. Only God knows how much I would die if something bad-
I stopped short. If I had just gotten the good news, then what was the bad news?
"Carlisle, what exactly is the bad news?" I asked, my voice cautious.
"Well…there seems to have been an accident," his face, now, held no hint of a smile, but more of sorrow.
"What exactly?" I asked, a little happy that it didn't revolve around me.
"You're dad, Charlie, he was shot." My features froze and I suddenly wished that it was something about me.
"What…?" my voice was barely audible, but he was able to see my lips and what word they formed around.
"Bella, dear, do not fret. It was only in the arm, but its more who shot him." How much I didn't want to hear the name, but I knew if I wasn't lying to myself, I really wanted to, actually, know who.
"Who…" I prodded.
"It was John Slate," he said and I knew the name, but my mind blocked it. "You know, the man Edward stopped from…" I cut him off.
"Yes, I know exactly who he is," I hopped down from the table, only to fall to the ground in pain.
"Oh, dear," Edna rushed to me and helped me up from the floor. Edward was beside me to make sure I was okay.
"I'm okay, really." I insisted as Edward put me up on the bed again. "But tell me, what exactly happened?" I asked Carlisle.
"We just got a call into the hospital from the station –from Officer Perkins, who found Charlie. We sent an ambulance over there about five minutes ago." I felt myself shutter at his words.
I didn't say anything.
"Bella, everything will be okay." Carlisle tried to sooth me, which just made me snap.
"Okay? O-Kay? You have got to be kidding me. Truly. Be. Kidding. Me! What the hell is going on with my life! It seems like no matter what, something has to go wrong!" I was screaming the words out, and when I looked at Edward's face, his eyes were wide, as of the rest of them. "You have no clue what everything I have been through, has done to me," I said a little softer. Edward wrapped his arm around my waist without saying a word.
The whole room was quite and the silence only echoed louder then my words had. We sat there still for about a minute until someone knocked on the door.
Carlisle composed his face and turned to see who was at the door. It was a male nurse coming to inform us that the ambulance had arrived.
"Bella, stay here. I will be back after I go see the damage done to Charlie." Carlisle went to walk out the door, as Edna walked over to me.
"Dear, let me get you some Tylenol."
I nodded and as she left the room, sat back on the bed.
"I'm sorry I freaked out." I apologized to Edward.
"I probably would have done the same. Though, I think you did an excellent job on frightening Carlisle." He joked.
I had to smile, "I probably scared Edna, too."
Edward laughed, "Yeah, but you don't have to worry. She gets scared easily." I laughed a little, too.
Edna came back in then, and I immediately glanced at Edward who was trying to cover his grin.
"Here, take these," she told me as she walked over to me, handing me a glass of water and two Tylenol.
I popped the Tylenol in my mouth and drank some of the water, "Thank you."
"Your welcome," She paused and then continued. "It won't be this bad in the morning. You won't hurt as much. Though, I do want to tell you, you have minor tearing. It is not severe, but it will take a few weeks to heal completely."
I winced at her words, "I thought I was healed. I don't feel pain anymore."
"Well, just because the pain is not there, does not mean that you are healed." She spoke gently.
I nodded and then closed my eyes. I wanted to get away from all of my surroundings. I wanted to just drift away from all of my troubles and just act like nothing ever happened.
I ended up falling asleep, which isn't exactly the way I wanted to get away, but it was close enough.
I awoke to an empty room. The lights on and the door closed. I got off the bed slowly, grimacing when my feet hit the floor. I walked to my clothes which were still in a pile on the floor where I left them. Grabbing my clothes from the ground, I changed into them and made my way to the door.
There was a lady sitting down at the desk –the one that I talked to earlier when I came off the elevator.
I walked up to her, "Ma'am, could you tell me where Dr. Cullen is?"
"Oh, he is in surgery right now." She paused looking down at her work in front of her and then she spoke again, "He is actually in surgery with your dad."
I felt my face go white. I had forgotten all about Charlie, "How long have they been in surgery?" I asked.
"I think about an hour. He should be out soon."
"Okay, thank you. Do you know where Edward went?"
"I think he is in Carlisle's office. Would you like me to call?" She wondered.
"No, its fine, I will just go see," I went to walk down the hall, but paused. "Could you tell me what time it is?"
She glanced down at the watch on her wrist, "It is about a quarter after eight."
What? That means that I have been here for almost five hours. "Okay, thank you." I said and then headed off to Carlisle's office.
When I reached the door, it was shut; I gently knocked on it, but no one answered. I placed my hand on the cold handle and twisted it; it was unlocked. Opening the door, I looked back around me before walking in. when I looked around the office, I noticed it was empty. where was everyone?
I hadn't really noticed anything in Carlisle's office before, but as I looked around, I saw picture frames scattered throughout the mahogany shelf behind his desk. I walked over to the shelf and looked at the pictures. They were of his family. There was one full family portrait and then pictures of each family member separate.
There was a blond, lean male and a bulky, curly dark haired male; a small, pixie like, female with black spiky hair and a gorgeous blond female as well. If I was right, then these were Edward's brothers and sisters. I looked at another photo and it was of Carlisle and some women –I'm thinking his wife? Her hair was
a beautiful caramel shade and she had a heart shaped face. In my opinion they were all very beautiful people. Then, last but never least, Edward. He looked better then the rest of his family. And to think I got lucky and ended up with him.
The door opened behind me and I spun around to see Edward walking into the room, his head down.
"Edward," I breathed, walking over to him.
"Oh, there you are. I just asked Sarah where you were, but I guess I found you." He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Who?" I asked.
"The lady at the desk when you step off of the elevator," he said.
I just nodded, wrapping my arms around him. I touched my lips to his shirt and left them there. When I breathed in, I felt my head get dizzy. His aroma was intoxicating. He smelt better then any human I had ever met.
"Bella, your father should be out of surgery about now," he said gently as he kissed the top of my head. "We should probably go."
"Yes, I guess we should. Have they found anything out about the teacher?"
"No, all they said was that he was gone when Officer Perkins arrived."
"Okay," I said as he dropped his arms.
"Let's go," Edward took my hand and walked out of the office. We walked back to the elevators and went up two floors. When the elevator doors screeched open, I saw Carlisle standing at the entrance desk. We walked out to great him.
"Were you waiting for us?" Edward asked as we reached the desk.
"Sarah called up here to tell me that you two were headed up, and I was just checking on Charlie when Elle, here, informed me." Carlisle said as he nodded to the young women sitting behind the desk.
"Is my dad okay? Can I see him?" I asked Carlisle.
"Yes, he is perfect. Just follow me and I will show you his room." Carlisle walked us down the hallway, passing hospital beds and people dressed in green and blue uniforms. Carlisle seemed to be the only one dressed in a white doctor's coat, well except for Edward, but he already took his off.
We stopped at a door that was cracked open.
"He's in there, Bella," Carlisle said to me as he pushed the door open slightly.
"Okay, thanks," I paused. "Wait, Carlisle, does he know anything?" I didn't have to say what exactly, he knew what I was asking.
"From what I know, yes, we had Edna talk to him about it," I grimaced and turned to Edward.
"Maybe you should wait out here," I brought his hand up to my face and ghost kissed it and then walked into the room; my head down. I shut the door and then took a deep breath before turning around to face my dad.
"Bella," Charlie said in a strained voice. He looked perfectly fine, like nothing ever happened to him. Well, minus the way his arm looked. It was wrapped in gauze and a small trickle of blood oozed through the wrapping.
"You look good," I said lightly and gave a small smile.
"Yeah, I feel good, too. That morphine really works," he teased. I walked to the chair by his bed and sat down. He seemed like he was holding something back.
"Well, that's why they use it dad. If it didn't work they wouldn't be trying to put it in you."
"Yeah, I guess your right," he said, "You know, they want to keep me over night."
"Oh, really?" I asked, I guess I could stay here and sleep on the chair tonight. Though, I don't know how comfortable it would be.
"Yeah."
"Well, I'll stay here then," I said.
He shook his head, "No, Bella, I don't want you to have to stay here tonight."
"Dad, really, it's fine," I tried.
"No, I will just have to ask someone."
"Like who?" Did we really know all that many people that would be kind enough to take me in tonight, especially this late?
"I was going to call Billy," He said.
Billy, "Who?"
"You know, Billy Black."
I froze. Billy Black, as in Jacob Black's dad. There was no way he would ever send me there if he knew; which I think he did know. At least, that's what Carlisle told me.
"Bella, why didn't you tell me?" he asked, his voice had grown quite, and if I wasn't paying attention, I wouldn't have heard what he said.
"Dad…" I began, but what was I going to say? I am perfectly fine?
"I could have helped you."
"Dad, the damage is already done."
He winced at that.
"Dad, look, I don't need you to be sorry for me. I don't need you to wish you would have been there. I just need you to help me forget it, okay?" I continued, "I just need you to act like it didn't happen."
"Bella, it did happen though," he said, his voice louder.
"No, not in my eyes, it never happened at all," My voice was small.
Charlie was silent after that, his eyes closed. I thought he had fallen asleep until he slowly opened his eyes to look at me.
"Bella…go get Carlisle for me, please."
I got up from the chair awkwardly and walked to the door. Opening it, I saw that Edward was down the hallway.
"Edward," I said as I reached him. "Where is Carlisle?"
He turned around a smile spread across his face, "He went to check on a patient, why?"
"Charlie needs him."
"Okay, well I will –Oh, there he is," he looked over my shoulder, "Carlisle."
"Yes, Edward?" Carlisle asked as he approached us.
"Bella says Charlie needs you." Edward told him.
Carlisle looked down to me, "Did he say what?"
I shrugged, "No, he just wanted me to get you."
Carlisle nodded and then turned around and headed to Charlie's room.
"Bella," Edward's musical voice spoke behind me.
"Yes?" I asked turning to face him.
"How did it go?"
"Well, I just told him I was fine and I didn't need him to worry about me." I said as I looked back to his room.
We waited for about three minutes, until Carlisle walked back out.
"What did he need?" I asked when Carlisle was almost to us.
"Well, since he is going to have to stay here tonight, he asked if you could stay at our house."
I felt my face heat up. Edward and I in the same house; that was going to be interesting.
"And…" I prodded.
"I said yes," I turned to look at Edward. His lips twitched, "But," Carlisle continued. "Bella, you will stay in one of our other rooms, and Edward," he looked at his son. "I don't want you trying anything, okay?"
"Yes, Carlisle. I wouldn't think of it."
And with that, it was settled, I was staying at Edward's house tonight. A shiver of excitement ran up my spine.
I said my goodbye's with Charlie and headed out to my truck, Edward by my side.
"I want you to control yourself tonight. I don't need a beautiful girl trying to do anything to me," he joked.
I felt my face flush and I scowled, "Don't worry; I won't have a problem keeping to myself. It's you I am worried about," I nudged him.
We joked like that the rest of the time. Edward rode with me back to my house, so I could get a pair of clothes for tomorrow. When I asked him about his car, he said that he would get it tomorrow after school. I asked how he planned on getting it, he said Carlisle would take him to the hospital –it was his off day.
And when I asked him how he was going to get to school, he simply said he would get a ride with me. I just laughed at him. He had a way for everything.
When we arrived at his house, I gasped. It was a gorgeous white mansion. There was a wrap around porch and a wooden porch swing hanging from the ceiling.
"Wow," I said, breathless.
"You like it?" he asked as he reached my side.
"Like? I love it. It's beautiful."
He took my hand, "Come on, I want you to meet Esme."
I got to meet Esme. She was very kind and she was so beautiful. If you have ever asked yourself what an angel looks like, I would be the first to point a finger towards the Cullen family. I really wish I was able to meet the rest of Edward's family, because –if just these three people were like angels, I would love to see the rest of them.
Esme helped me into a room. She said it was her daughter, Alice's room. She told me that was the small one with black spiky hair. I laughed, thanking her for her kindness and allowing me to stay the night, it really meant a lot to me and Charlie.
"Goodnight Bella," Esme said as she kissed my cheek.
"Goodnight Esme, thank you again."
"Really, it is nothing," she insisted as she left the room. I looked around me at the room. It was a dark shade of blue, and the wood for her bed set was a deep mahogany. I circled the room about ten times, looking at her stuff, before I felt the need to get ready for bed.
I was about to change into my night clothes, when a small knock sounded on my door.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Bella, can I come in?" It was Edward. I walked over to the door and opened it.
"Hi."
"Hi," he said back as he leaned in to kiss me. It wasn't the kind of kiss he kept giving me today at the hospital; it was a more urgent kiss now, like he wanted to devourer me.
"What, was that for?" I asked when he let me breath.
"Just saying goodnight." A smile appeared on his face.
I leaned up and gave him a small kiss on the lips, "Well, goodnight."
"I also wanted to tell you that if you need anything," he pulled me out the door and pointed up the stairs to another door. "That, I am right up there."
I nodded, "Thank you. I will be fine though, really," I said.
"Yes, well, just in case." He said. I gave him one more kiss and then went back into the room.
"I will let you know if I need anything," I insisted.
"Okay, well goodnight," he said again.
"Goodnight, Edward."
He smiled and then shut the door behind him.
I got ready for bed, like I did every other night, brushing my teeth, dressing in my pajamas –which consisted of silk shorts and a matching tank top. Once I was done I turned the light off and walked in the dark to the bed. It was very soft as I lay done; the coldness of the sheets sinking into my skin.
As I lay there, I looked around the dark room. I tried to not think of the darkness, because I had slept in the dark since I was ten. I shouldn't be frightened.
Even though I told my self these things, I couldn't help but be scared. I couldn't even see my own hand in front of my face; I think it might have something to do with the dark colors.
I heard a few noises, and I doubt it was anything, but still didn't want to think about what else I would hear. I basically lasted about thirty minutes in the room before I decided to take action.
Quickly getting up from the bed, I walked to the door, tripping over a few things on my way. When I reached the door, I opened it and stuck my head out. Looking left from right before I walked out into the pitch black.
I walked to the stairs slowly trying to not trip over anything. I took the stairs two at a time, carefully stepping down –trying not to step on a creak in the wood. I finally made it to the top after spending five minutes going up the stairs, stopping every time I heard something. Slowly I made my way down the hallway to the door.
I twisted the knob and the door opened, only to show another black room. "Edward?" I spoke quietly.