Summary: Alice and Jasper have taken Emmett and Edward to Alaska on a hunting trip. Bella hasn't gone to the Cullen house in a few days, but suddenly, she urgently needs to speak to one of them. But what about? (Includes mature themes! warning!)

This is a short story, probably around 10-15 chapters depending on how fast or slow the story goes, etc. It includes dark theme's so please don't read unless you can handle this...

READ: I'd like to clear it up; Edward and Bella are together, but this story is Carlisle/Bella because it's a father/daughter bonding story. Sorry for the confusion. Further chapters will show the bonding.

Bella's POV

I'd just woken up from quite a long sleep and I felt alright. Until I remembered reality. As soon as I opened my eyes I really wanted to cry, but I held it in. All the bad emotions though went as soon as they came and I was terribly confused. Until I realized I was led in Jasper's arms. He was a great big brother, but we hadn't bonded much and I wasn't too sure why he was holding me and not Edward. He explained it was to calm me and keep the nightmares away.

I was so grateful. The Cullen's actually cared about me. I could feel their love for me as soon as they were near and it truly made me feel special, though I was always nervous about what they thought of me now and again.

I refocused my gaze and found Carlisle's warm face. He held a hot bowl of soup in his hands and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. If I couldn't handle the smell, how could the vampires?

"Dinner time for the human." Edward murmured with a grin as he pulled me onto his lap.

I groaned and reluctantly took the bowl from Carlisle. I stared down into the murky waters of the soup and sighed. It was disgusting. It was vegetable soup. Don't get me wrong, I like soup, but lately I haven't really been eating. I didn't want to eat. It was just something that I needed, and it was starting to bug me. No one else around here had to eat. Except Charlie.

The Cullen's all seemed to be seriously interested whenever I ate, so they were all watching me as I dipped the spoon into the bowl and raised it to my mouth. It was a little annoying, and really embarrassing. I didn't like people watching me eat. Especially ones who didn't eat themselves.

Thankfully there wasn't a lot of soup in the bowl and I was able to force the whole bowl into my stomach. When the bowl was empty, I gave it back to Carlisle who hadn't moved even a cm since he gave it to me. He smiled and patted my shoulder before vanishing from my sight. Probably already cleaning it in the kitchen.

"Did you enjoy that, love?" Edward murmured in my ear. He was always being considerate and caring, and I felt happy inside knowing he hadn't changed despite learning I had been…raped.

"Mmm." I murmured and took his hand in mine. I was glad I wasn't scared of Edward – he would've beaten himself up over it, thinking he was a terrible monster.

Carlisle emerged and sat down beside Esme. "Thank you for eating that, Bella. It isn't something solid, but we can try that after. Keep that down first."

I nodded and looked back down at the covers.

"What's wrong, Bells?" I looked up to see Emmett staring at me intently. It surprised me. He wasn't the most observant person in the family – he didn't really pay attention to much. It was normally Esme or Edward who asked me if I was okay.

"Well…um…nothing." I shrugged and shot him a small smile.

He shook his head. "I might not be the most attentive person in the family, but I know when something is wrong with my little sis."

"I'm fine, I guess I'm just in shock or something…I don't feel entirely bad about what Jacob did…I mean, I haven't really thought about it much…everything seems normal except it doesn't…you know?"

Carlisle was the one to respond. "That's understandable. Something as bad as sexual assault will be a shock to most people, Bella, and others deal differently to some."

I nodded. "Yeah."

I didn't have much to say – I never did. And even though I trusted and knew the Cullen's, I still got nervous around them. They just sat there most of time, silently listening.

I felt Edward nod and followed his gaze to Carlisle. They were having a silent conversation. Oh, great. Probably about me. I nudged him and gave him a "what-are-you-doing?" look.

He smirked and cuddled me for a few seconds. "Carlisle was just asking if it was the right time…"

"Time for…?"

"Your therapy session." He replied as he climbed off of the bed and left me sitting there with my arms crossed.

Everyone started to get up and follow Edward's lead – except Carlisle and Esme – and they all left through the open door. Rose was the last to leave and shot me an encouraging smile before shutting the door.

I turned around to face my vampire parents. "So…I need therapy?"

Carlisle was quiet for a few moments. "Yes." He moved towards me and held my hand. "But that's not all. Remember I said about the rape kit? I can carry that out now, though I won't be able to retrieve evidence from it. I will, however, be able to check for pregnancy, STI's and any injuries."

I closed my eyes – trying to stop the tears. This couldn't be happening. I was fine with doing one the first time he asked and now I was completely scared. I didn't know if I could be aware of someone doing that – let alone my own dad.

I finally agreed and Esme helped me get settled. She was going to stay and hold my hand the whole way because she knew how nervous I was. I was grateful.

It wasn't as awful as I thought it would be but it was pretty bad. I ended up crying because the thoughts of Jacob kept coming back. I nearly had a breakdown right there. Esme was quick to console me though and working together, it was over pretty quickly.

When I heard Carlisle walk across the room I removed my head from Esme's chest and wiped my tears. My sobbing stopped to just sniffling and I forced myself to be quiet. "I'm sorry."

"Nonsense, Bella." He said as he grabbed a chair and sat down. "All good. There's only slight bruising, and everything seems to be good." He shot me a small smile. "Though you will need a blood test…"

The news just kept getting worse and worse. "Alright."

"Don't worry, dear." Esme murmured as she lifted me onto her lap and held me tightly.

I felt sort of faint when I saw Carlisle prep the needle but managed to stay upright – thanks to Esme. She squeezed my hand tightly and I forced myself to get through it. I mean, it was only a needle, right?

Carlisle was so professional – and a vampire – so I tried to leave my trust in him and focused on my breathing. He quickly took the blood, and placed a band-aid over the area once the vial was full. I didn't even feel a thing.

That was one of the quirks of having Carlisle as my doctor. "Thank you," I smiled.

He nodded, clearing away the stuff and putting the vial in a clear bag to check later at the hospital. He sat back down in his chair again with a notebook and a pen.

Oh, here we go. Therapy time. Only once I'd been to a therapist and that was when I was little. My mom forced me to go after her and dad split up. She said it was just to make sure I wasn't affected by it. It had been alright, a bit pressuring, but I'd left on the first session and wasn't made to go back.

I immediately saw the father-Carlisle turn to doctor-Carlisle. I suddenly got very nervous.

"Bella, even though I know you, I'll need to become a stranger in these sessions, so don't be confused if some of the questions come across as weird, alright? Should we start?" He asked. He was already writing on the notebook. "I'm also going to turn on a voice recorder when you talk about Jacob," At my alarm he continued, "Just to use as evidence in court, so hopefully you won't need to speak there."

I nodded.

"Do you know why you are here, Bella?"

I quickly composed myself for the questions. "Yes. To learn to deal with what happened…"

"And can you explain what happened?"

"I was raped…by Jacob Black…when I went to visit him for a talk at the reservation." I didn't fail to notice the little voice recorder in Carlisle's lap.

Carlisle nodded. "Can you go over that again, in detail?"

I swallowed. "It was after Edward and some of his family left for camping," I quickly made up that part. It wouldn't go down well if I mentioned vampires in the court.

"I hadn't seen Jacob in a while and I really wanted to go to see him, so I did. I drove down to the reservation and he seemed really happy to see me. We went into his bedroom and talked about some stuff – you know; interests, what we'd been up too, and life. I was aware he loved me a lot and was somewhat angry at me for loving Edward, but I was sure we'd got past that. However, I was wrong. Jacob didn't like the fact that I loved Edward and chose him over him...He was really mad. He said because Edward had my love he was going to take something else of mine. I didn't realize what he meant until he was already on me…He said then he would be equal…So he pushed me down and had me cornered against the wall. I tried to put up a fight but he was too strong, and I just had to bear it as he…he…he raped me."

I sobbed quietly and Esme rocked us back and forth. "It's okay Bella." She whispered.

Carlisle nodded – releasing no emotion on his face. "That must have been hard for you. When this was over, what did you say and do?"

"I pushed him off me – he seemed really sad but angry – and I tried to open the door. I struggled a bit but I finally got it open. When I did, I raced to my truck and drove all the way home where I showered and cried."

"Right. You were obviously quite traumatized. How did you feel?"

"I felt really angry with myself. Really scared and confused. It was something I'd never experienced before – Jacob took my purity – and I was feeling so alone and lost. I didn't understand. I just sat in my room on my own crying and wishing I was dead. I felt really dirty."

Carlisle switched off the recorder and handed me a tissue. "Alright. You said you remember wishing you were dead. Have you ever had thoughts along the lines of this before? Did this lead to any neurotic actions?"

I took a shaky breath. "No, I've always thought life is beautiful and is a gift. Through life I've had my struggles and got sad but I've always sorted them out. Not once did I ever think of killing myself – until that night. I was really unstable. And yes, when I was in the shower I saw some blades, and I used them…to cut myself. I didn't even realize I had done it until I saw all the blood."

A crack appeared in Carlisle's armored expression but he quickly hid it. "I see. Since that night, have you thought or tried anything?"

"I've thought about it…I feel worthless and don't think I deserve to be here anymore. I guess the world lost its beauty for me that night…and I thought about hurting myself…again." Esme gasped quietly at this and I tried not to cry.

"How are you feeling about therapy, Bella?"

"Scared…and nervous, though I guess they're the same thing. It's sort of new to me."

"Have you been to therapy before?" Carlisle probably knew I had – he had read my files. No one else did though.

"Yes, when my parents divorced. My mom wanted to make sure that I was fine."

"Okay. Was it helpful to you?"

"Not really," I paused when I saw Carlisle write down some more stuff. "I only went for the one session – I decided not to attend. I was only little and I was confused as to what I was supposed to be getting at. I nearly lost my mind sitting there, so I walked out."

"Uh-huh. What do you like to do with your time, Bella?" Of course, Carlisle probably knew this too. I spent my days at his house. I knew it was just one of those questions that therapists asked though so I ignored it and answered.

"I like to read. Mainly the classics. I don't go out much – I tend to stay with my dad, or hang around with my few friends. I don't go far. I don't like going out in public because I'm afraid of what people think of me."

Carlisle nodded. "Tell me about yourself, Bella."

"Quiet." I laughed humorlessly. "I like to debate but normally keep half of what I think tucked safely away. I don't like exposing myself too much, unless I trust the person. I tend to keep to myself – especially in school. I'm one of those people who would rather be alone than with a huge crowd of people. I tend to do things to make others happy rather than myself. I'm really clumsy, I fall all the time. Before I moved to Forks the only friend I had was my mom and I didn't mind that. I always felt like an adult around her, always making sure she was okay. I guess I liked it. Having a responsibility for something."

"Interesting. Okay, well, thank you, Bella. In the next session we'll get into that, yes?"

I nodded, trying not to laugh at how professional Carlisle was. He could basically have any career in the whole medical field. It made him an even better dad too – he could understand his kids.

It took me a bit to adjust as Carlisle closed his notebook and went back into father-Carlisle. He came over to me and hugged me tightly. "You've gone through a lot today Bella, and made a good amount of progress, even though you may not see it. I'm very proud of you – as is everyone else. Why don't you get some rest?"

I shook my head quickly. "I'm not tired, not again. Just mentally exhausted. I'd like to just chill with you guys – and the others of course."

Esme smiled and set me back on the bed, making sure I was comfy. "I'll go get some cookies." She winked at me before disappearing.

Just as quick as she left, everyone else came back into the room – Emmett appearing at the bottom of my bed.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

He grinned mischievously and lurched forward – ticking me across the stomach with his big hands.

All the tenseness inside me suddenly poured out as I gasped for breath with laughter as my big brother's tickles rocked through me.

I loved my family. I really did.

An extremely long chapter to the others or what? ;D Sorry I had a lot to write and wanted to put it all in one;D I hope you guys don't mind? This means I want a little bit more reviews ;D haha ;D But please feel free to check out my other 3 stories too! :) I promise they're just as good ;D I love you! :)