Yay! Finally, chapter 6! I am SO sorry I kept you guys waiting so long. So, hopefully you like this chapter. I won't talk much more so you can read.(:

DISCLAIMER: Yuppp. I own Twilight.
Actually, no.
I don't. I only wish.
Stephenie Meyer does, though! :D

When I finally woke up, I had no recollection of where I was, or how I'd gotten there. The lights were blinding, and my bed was very stiff with only very thin sheets covering me. Somewhere I heard a beeping sound that was becoming very annoying. Assuming it was my alarm clock, I lifted my hand, only to find me unable to move it, because of some unknown object. I finally decided I needed to know where I was, so I sighed and lurched my eyes open.

With sudden remembrance, I realized I was in the hospital. My eyes raked over the sheet, looking for signs of casts or bandages. I found only one, which was a cast on my foot. It looked as though my ankle had been broken. I also felt bandages covering my ribs after several minutes.

I groaned, trying to think of what Charlie would think. Then I grew panicky, realizing Jacob would find out sooner or later that I was at the hospital. I racked my brain for an excuse, finding none. It also dawned on me that I didn't remember how I had gotten there. I scanned the room slowly, looking for my savior, and possibly killer. At last, they found someone; someone with a mess of bronze hair laying haphazardly all over his face. His eyes were closed, but then I remembered, he had green eyes.

Suddenly, however, those eyes opened, and I remembered instantly; calling Edward after climbing in the truck after Jacob's beating, driving to the city limits in pain, letting Edward take me to the hospital swearing he would come up with an excuse.

"Good morning, sleepy head," he greeted me, voice crackly from sleep. "How are you feeling?" His voice, still rough, held nothing but concern for me. How is it he cares so much about how I am when I just met him-

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked, realizing I had no idea how to end the thought.

"Since last night, when I brought you here," he responded.

"Speaking of, what's my excuse?" I wondered, knowing I needed one for when Jacob got here, which he would eventually. At least this would delay some beatings.

Hopefully.

"You fell off the bridge near the town limits. After you were done visiting your boyfriend-" he cringed at the word "-you decided to stop—you have to make up that reason—and accidentally peered over the edge, then you slipped. I pulled up right as you were falling." The story sounded so convincing that I felt the need to believe it myself—except for the fact I had to create an excuse for stopping.

"I stopped because…I wanted to get a better view of the scenery," I decided quickly, noticing Edward nod his agree.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" I heard a booming voice yell. My eyes grew wide, my breath—and heart rate—quickening.

"Edward," I whispered. "You have to get out! Now!"

Considering Jacob was extremely jealous, and is abusive, it would only worsen the situation if Edward were here.

"Bella, I'm not leaving you alone with that man." He spoke urgently, obviously not willing to leave me alone with Jacob for any amount of time.

"Edward, you have to hide, or leave, or something. He will kill you if he knows about you helping me at all!" With that, his eyes widened, though not in worry for himself; that much was obvious in his eyes. He motioned with his hand he would hide in the bathroom, turning quickly, and just before Jacob barged in the door.

He paused taking in my bandaged form. For a moment, I thought I saw something I thought was long lost cross his face—love. But if it was, then it was very well masked behind the expression of pure hate.

"Bella." His voice was a low, menacing growl.

"J-Jacob, I swear I d-didn't tell them. You know never would," I babbled. "Y-you know I wouldn't! I-I'd never d-do that t-to you!"

"Then what did you tell them?" he asked, seemingly calm, though I saw the hate grow deeper in his eyes.

"I-I told them th-that I was looking o-out ov-v-v-ver the b-bridge n-near t-the city limits. I-I," I started. He cut me off though, with another growl.

"Stop stuttering." I could tell it was becoming increasingly difficult to restrain himself from not only yelling, but grabbing my neck like he'd done so many times, choking off my oxygen, hopefully killing me. (Okay, sorry you guys but I had to say this: DÉJÀ VU. D: Okay.(: you may continue reading.)

"I told them that I had been leaning over the bridge near the city limits, and that I was looking at the view when I slipped and fell. Someone found me and brought me here right after," I began again and ended. Thankfully, some of the fury disappeared from his eyes.

"Who brought you here?" he asked suddenly after a moment of silence. "Who saw you and brought you here?" I knew his tone well enough to know he wasn't talking about my fake story. I raked my brain for someone who would have noticed and been concerned.

"Charlie," I finally came up with. He never talked to Charlie, either, so it would be easy to disguise. "I came home and somehow he noticed, but I have no idea how," I added for my benefit. "He insisted that I come here, and get fixed." My voice was barely above a whisper. Thankfully, when this kind of thing happened, he never hurt the person who brought me to the hospital. He considered me to be a good girl for not telling them the true reason.

Thankfully, the answer seemed to pass his test, though I knew that my answer was a bit flawed.

"Until you heal, I guess," Jacob started after another five minute silence. He sighed. "I can't…hurt you. People would start to notice if you came home after being injured, you were injured again." His remark was obviously insincere, but it meant the world to me.

"However," he continued, not giving me a chance to thank him. "I will be picking you up every night to bring you to La Push. You will cook me dinner every night, and we will sit in the living room and I will choose what we do. Then I will take you home." I knew better than to ask if I could stay home at all during my recovery, if I could spend one or two nights with Charlie.

So I nodded, alerting him that was the plan. Then, he grunted, waved, and walked out the door.

Yayy!

Okay, I am really hoping that this chapter is good. I have trying to work really hard on it. I couldn't work on it all day, though, because I ended up having to go to the orthodontist, and since it was my first time there ever, they had to walk me through everything, then we went ahead and got molds and everything.

But, I don't get the actual braces for a while, still, so we're good.(:

So, review, please because I wasn't sure how you guys would like this chapter....It's different than even I expected. So, yeahh. Just give me opinions and suggestions. That'd be AMAZING. :D

Thanks with putting up with all my crap!

-Erin.