A/N: The start of yet another chapter. I quite like writing this; it's got a cliff hanger. :) It makes it so much fun. Review.

Chapter 3-

'Carlisle!' I screamed.

I jumped backwards into my room, to try to make him feel comfortable. I was extremely surprised; I hadn't expected to see him so soon after Esme, if ever.

'Bella,' he 'shushed' me, making small gestures with his hand at the same time. 'No one knows that I know you from somewhere before. If they did I'd get fired, we're not supposed to work with patients we have had previous experience with.'

'Oh,' I said quietly. Raising my voice slightly I said, 'Who are you? Where is Mr Michaels?' I covered a smile at the familiar man in front of me with my hand.

'Hello, Bella. My name is George Whitlock. I am Mr Michaels' replacement.'

'Why has Mr Michaels been replaced? Just out of interest...' I mumbled trying to act as any person would when meeting new people, but trying to get information out of Carlisle at the same time.

'Apparently, he was stunting patient's progress, in the hope that he would get paid more, probably. It looks as though you have come along nicely though, Bella. (Almost back to your old self),' he added in a whisper.

'It was all because of Vitoria, Carlisle. Now she's gone, though. I feel like I can finally get on with my life, not that I'll be allowed to in this place.'

'Look, Bells. I'll see what I can do about that, I want you here so I can keep an eye open for you, but if you really want to go...' He obviously wasn't happy about my wanting to leave, but he said he would try and he rarely fails.

He got up, walked to the door. When he got there he lifted up the handle, turning deliberately as he did and looking more like a god than ever. 'Bella...' he said, 'Call me George next time I visit you. It's too close to Forks to be Carlisle.'

With that, he left leaving me on my own, but feeling so safe for once. I lay back on my bed once the door had clicked shut, and thought about recent events. I wondered if the rest of Carlisle's family was housed near here, going to a school near here and learning the same things for what must have been the twentieth time. I thought about Alice, Esme, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie. I thought about the way they would all look after me as long as I stayed here if they were near. I thought that I should consider staying, but what if they all hated me? What if Esme was just trying to put righty a family wrong? What if Carlisle was just being professional? What if he hadn't realised I was here, and hadn't come to see me, but he had told Esme about me after looking at his list of patients and she had decided to come here and tell me that Victoria was dead to calm me down, maybe make me better so I would leave and they could finally be in peace without anything to do with me in their lives? I was panting by the time that thought had finished, realising I had been holding my breath while thinking each separate one.

I fell asleep thinking bad things about the Cullens, or Whitlocks as they were now called. I couldn't remember my dream come the morning.

I was sitting at the table in my room, which I still preferred to be in when I could. I was reading Wuthering Heights for the first time in a long time when I heard the timid knock on the door that would be Carlisle. I got up, walked the short distance to the door and opened it to find him waiting.

'Morning Bella!' he said cheerily.

'It's afternoon,' I replied, 'But good afternoon anyways, Mr Whitlock.'

'So you're right, Bella. I have been doing lots of rounds today, and seem to have lost track of time. How was your night?' he asked.

'Fine, thank you. And yours?' I asked politely.

'Good, thanks Bella. I was thinking we could go through today why you are in here, and how you have progressed since being in here.' He got up, flicked a switch on the wall that appeared to do nothing, but said 'do not touch' above.

'You're not supposed to do that apparently,' I stated, face blank.

'Stops people from listening in to our conversations, Bella. No one can see or hear us now. We can talk about the things you want us to talk about. Is there anything you want to talk about with me?'

'I don't need a psychiatrist, Carlisle,' I said.

He smiled at me, 'I know, Bella. It's just hard not to forget sometimes when I go into professional mode.' His smile widened into a grin, showing off those sharp, dangerous, venom coated teeth all his family has.

'Carlisle, did you manage to talk anyone into letting me out of here? I really want to get back to Forks.'

'I don't think Forks is the best place for you, Bella. It's not really all that safe.'

I frowned at him. 'Why?' I demanded. I couldn't see why on earth Forks wouldn't be a safe place, now his family was gone, anyway.

'Never mind, it's probably nothing, nothing at all.' He seemed to be avoiding the question, but however I got back to Charlie I didn't mind, even if he couldn't trust me enough to explain his strange behaviour. 'I did speak to someone, but they have to come and see you, speak to you. They all know that Mike Michaels' assessments of all the patients in here were wrong, bar a couple. He said that you had gotten worse than when you came here, that you'd been complaining about having nightmares during the day, and seeing things when he would be talking to you. He said you only said one word, Bella.'

'Victoria,' I said, knowing the one word that had been on the tip of my tongue these past few weeks or months. 'I am seriously better now though, I don't know why I'm being kept in here. I know she's not going to come after me anymore. You saw to that.'

'What? When did you hear of this? Have you been telling people about us, Bella? Have you been asking around?' He seemed mad, verging on livid.

'No!' I shouted, 'Esme came and told me that you had burned her, and that she wouldn't be coming back.'

'Sorry, Bella. I am truly sorry, I shouldn't have shouted.' He stood up and left leaving me to think about how I was going to get out of here, again.

My luck was in and there was a fire started by one of the inmates, right next to my cell. The fire-proofing needed by protocol wasn't enough to keep me safe, and therefore I had to be moved immediately. I took this chance to make my escape and go back to Forks. I found my way past the reception as they were too busy trying to help control the fire which was spreading rapidly. I hurried as I heard footsteps behind me, but I knew it was a mistake before it even happened.

I jumped off the pavement, into the road running across it like a maniac. I reached the other side of the road, and tripped on the rise. I landed awkwardly on my hands, jarring my wrists on impact. I felt some strong hands lift me from the side. They were strong, cold and hard.

'Carlisle?' I asked nervously, knowing it wasn't him before I looked round.

'No, love, I'm not your doctor.' He seemed to smile through his voice. His voice was almost lyrical, a light cheerful tune in my ears.

I turned slowly, staying within his grip. I stared into eyes that I knew.