Hey guys. Yeah, so, I don't really sleep, and what better to do than to write for yall? (I'm not going to sleep anyways, so might as well make use of my time:)

Also, why didn't anyone tell me I was spelling Carlisle wrong? I do like some critique. Just not to the point where it makes up entire reviews, you know?

EDWARD POV

I furrowed my brow, trying to focus on Carlisle's thoughts.

'She could just be in shock… or…'

I was growing impatient. I just wanted to grab her and force her to tell me what was wrong. I hardly paid any attention to what was going on, until Alice came downstairs. Soon, the whole family was there and I could tell Bella wasn't comfortable. Jasper's thoughts caught me off-guard.

'Edward… Me you cand Carlisle need to have a chat about Bella. The things she is feeling are… bad' my throat tightened. I nodded slightly, talking fast and low sp Bella couldn't hear me.

"Carsile, Jasper, come. We must speak." Carsile looked slightly concerned, but I ignored him, leading us into the woods, where the family wouldn't hear.

"I know what's wrong." Carlisle blurted out before anyone said anything. "I need to talk to her first. Edward, can you go back to the house and send her down, and both of you; stay at the house." Edward hesitated, while Jasper ran away. "Edward, please. If she wants to tell you, it's her choice. I see no reason why she wouldn't either way. She trusts you."

I sighed, and left.

CARLISLE POV

I watched Bella walk towards me, nothing in her gaze. It was as if she had no soul.

"Bella, I need to talk to you." Panic settled behind her eyes, and she crossed her arms again. I couldn't see what she did at my angle, but I had my suspicions and moments later the panic faded into the same empty gaze. "Bella, are you okay?"

She remained silent for a moment then, "of course, Carlisle. Why wouldn't I be?"

She was a horrible liar and they knew it. But now, the lack of… everything in her facial features made it nearly impossible to tell. But no one who was 'okay' would be so emotionless. "We both know that isn't true." I said gently, "Please Bella. You're worrying Edward."

She looked down guiltily, "Edward's… worried?" She crossed her arms again and all emotion faded. "Well, tell him he doesn't have to be." She said, voice resuming the emotionless zombaic tone.

Slowly, I reached forward and uncrowded her arms. "Can I see your arms, Bella." I asked. If I wanted to, I could easily force her. But I needed her trust to help her heal, and forcing her to show me something like this wouldn't be the best. Tears welled in her eyes, and she blinked them away furiously.

She yanked her hands out of my grip- not that I made any effort to stop her- and angrily wiped away her tears. "No," she said, venom dripping from her voice. "You can't." I could see it. She might be angry now, but inside she was hurting. Inside she was slowly breaking- because who knew how long it had been since she felt anything? The anger was disappearing quickly and I had to make sure she wasn't alone when it did.

"Bella, if you don't want me to, I won't say anything to Edward. That being said, I think you should tell him, and I can if you want, but if you tell or show me anything, I won't breathe or think a word about it. I won't judge you for it either."

She wiped away more tears, looking more like a cute angry kitten than a real threat. "I'm not telling you anything." She snapped.

"Bella, I've worked in the medical field for hundreds of years- I've seen the signs. Do you not think I don't already know? I merely want to know the extent."

She stood there for a couple seconds, deciding and thinking. "You left me. It's none of your business, and honestly, if you care so much, why did you leave?"

"I know, and I apologize, but Bella, you need help. As a doctor- and as your boyfriend's father- I want to help you. We never should've left, and I'm sorry for that. Please, let me make amends."

"Who ever said he still cared!" She shouted angrily. I winced, knowing that if Edward was trying to listen, he probably heard that. "Who ever said he still loved me! I know what you're doing- it's not going to work! I refuse to let you guilt trip him into staying with me, when He doesn't care." She was crying freely now. Either she didn't notice or didn't care.

I sighed, "This is something you should talk to Edward with… I'd tell you he cares, but I have a feeling that you wouldn't believe me."

Her shoulders slumped as the anger faded. "I just want it all to stop. Even being here hurts. I just… I don't want this anymore." I scooped her up into my arms, hugging her as she cried.

"Why don't you talk to Edward about how you feel?" I suggested.

"I don't know… I'm scared."

I frowned, "What are you scared of?"

Bella hesitated, taking a few deep breaths. "I'm scared he will leave me again, if he finds out."

If I could cry, I would be right now. "Oh Bella, we're never ever going to even think about leaving. Plus, if Edward wanted, or even considered, leaving, I'm pretty sure Alice would see it and rip out his throat."

She gave a small smile at my attempt at dry humor.

"Now, will you talk to Edward for me?"

She hesitated. "I guess so."

I smiled and ran to the house.

How could I have known I was leaving her in the woods?

Just like Edward had.