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-Chapter 9-

Alice's POV

"Bella's about to have her innocence taken away."

The words didn't fully register in my brain until Charlie waved a hand in front of my face. I widened my eyes and gasped horrifically. Sweet, innocent Bella won't be so innocent anymore? Charlie can't possibly lie to me like this. There was no way that Bella would ever do such a thing intentionally... that's when it hit me. She wasn't doing it voluntarily. She was being forced. Then everything started to fit in like a puzzle piece. The whorehouse. Lily. Lily is part of that whorehouse. That's the only possible explanation for how she knew Bella so suddenly.

"Can't you stop her in time?" My voice reached octaves higher than normal. Charlie looked devestated and worn down. He was obviously depressed about this whole situation.

"We're trying. It's not that simple," He shook his head.

I examined Charlie's appearance. He had dark rings under his eyes showing the lack of sleep he had in the past few weeks. His cheeks were somehow more profound and indented as if he hadn't eaten for a long time. That's when I noticed how baggy his uniform is. More baggy than usual.

Charlie was really under a lot of stress.

I layed a comfortable hand on my best friend's father's shoulder to show that I care.

"Charlie, I think it's best that you go home and get some rest and something good to eat." I suggested, looking up at his dark settled eyes.

"I can't. No time for eating or sleeping. I have to find my daughter," He said defensively.

"You're not doing her a favor by starving yourself and turning into an insomniac,' I began, tears starting to form in my eyes. My best friend, Charlie and Edward were all in critical condition. This is hard on me.

"I can't waste time on stupid things like that! There are many more important things I have to do to find Bella!" He all but shouted. I flinched at how hostile he has become and he immediately broken down into tearless sobs. I instantly felt sympathy for the man,

I wrapped my arms around him and whispered, "Go home, sleep and eat. You can't think straight in your condition." I reasoned.

Charlie opened his mouth to protest but quickly shut it once I gave him the evil eye. He looked down onto the ground and muttered roughly, "You're right, Alice. I best be going..."

After calling a dispatch from the station, he was walking down the hallways to the mauve coloured double doors and with one quick glance at me and a nod of a head, he was gone and on his way back to his house.

Maybe the rest will do him some good.

I slowly turned to my attention back to the doctor's room and looked through the windows as I watched the blonde haired doctor do his best to remove the bullet from my brother's abdomen. I observed that the doctor looked pitiful at my brother but I could see in his eyes that there was... love? I had to cringe at some parts of the operation due to the gruesome amount of blood but eventually, the doctor was successful.

Once he was finished, he turned in my direction - not to look at me - and took of his rubber gloves and threw them in the disposal bin next to the door. He seemed to have noticed my presence and looked up at my eyes. His eyes once filled with pity and somehow love was now replaced with pain and fear. I don't know what was up with this doctor but it was certainly weird.

He paused before tearing his eyes away and hesitantly opened the door. I stepped away to give the doctor some room to exit the hallway but he just stood there in front of me and it was then that I noticed the tinted green in them. The same coloured green as Edward's eyes. I shrugged the subject off my mind and turned back to the window, hoping that the doctor would leave so that I wouldn't have to feel the hair at the back of my neck rise at his awkward stare.

The doctor cleared his throat and looked at me nervously. A slight shake in his hands.

"Miss Cullen?" He asked. His voice sounded like bells, a beautiful sound.

"Yeah?" I replied lamely, remorse filling my voice. I really hope Edward was okay.

"May I have a word with you?" He looked away.

I felt a little confused. "All right," I agreed.

He looked around nervously and blurted out something that I found hard to believe.

"I'm your father," He murmured.

I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms. What kind of prank is he trying to pull off?

"Excuse me?" I asked again.

"Alice Brandon Cullen, I'm your father. You're biological father," He confessed.

"You got to be kidding me," I sneered.

"I'm not kidding around. I know this isn't the best place or time either but I swore to myself that the day I encounter you once again, that I will tell you." The doctor explained.

"I don't believe you," I snickered.

"Alice, please. I'm your father. I was there when you and your brother was born. I helped your mother choose names. We used to live in that small apartment before you Auntie, your mother and your Uncle bought the house you live in now. You mother told me she was moving away with you kids to a new house for a fresh beginning. Please... I helped you learn how to walk. Please, Alice, you have to believe me. I'm so sorry I left you when you were little. I never meant to hurt you nor Edward. But, Alice, you see..." He took a deep breath. "I was an alcoholic. It took me years of rehabilitation, trips to the E.R. and medication to get over the sick obsession. It took me five years, Alice. You were eight when I finally sobered up. But I knew I could never return to the family I had left. I knew you, Edward and your mother will never forgive me after my rutheless and selfish actions. I couldn't believe I did the things I did. I stole money out of your mother's account to pay for my alcohol. And when she realized she didn't have money to pay the mortgage, she flipped and I told her I took it. She already knew I wasn't right in the head, but she kept me around because I was your father and her husband.

But she gave up after that night. The night when I stole all that money. She told me to pack my bags up and leave the house or else she would get a restraining order against me. She even threatened to get a divorce. I left, like she had wished, but I regretted my actions whole heartedly. We're still married.

When I sobered, I decided to get my life back together. I went back to school and became a doctor so I would be able to help others in need of help themselves. It's been nearly ten years since I have been sober. Please say you'll forgive me," He held out a photo that was tucked in his breast pocket and placed it on his palm for my eyes to see.

Right there in the glossy yet creased picture was a small girl with black hair and light brown eyes and an older boy who had bronze hair and the greenest eyes that resembled emeralds. I gasped, suddenly, realizing that the picture was of me and Edward, linking arms and smiling.

I looked back up at the doctor who looked at me apologetically and pleadingly. I didn't know what to believe, but I knew this man was my father. I should have known once I laid eyes on that doctor that he was my father. He looked exactly like Edward, minus the hair color and blue in his eyes. But his face structure just gives it all away.

"Dad?" I murmured, instantly believing that he was my father. There was no doubt.

"It's me, sweety," He smiled and I instantly leaped in his arms with tears dwelling up in my eyes. I pulled away, embarressed at my sudden actions.

"I will need some confirmation about this, but as for now, I believe you and I forgive you. I understand how hard it must have been for you, and I don't hate you. If you had stayed, I don't know what would have happened to us... we will have a serious talk later with Edward, though." I laughed through the tears of happiness.

"I have the parent documents for a Miss Alice Brandon Cullen and will do." He smiled warmly at me, holding up an orange folder that was, oddly and coincidentally, tucked in his coat.

I giggled lightly as I watched my father walk down the hallway and into another room. I turned back to the room where Edward was layed in and saw his eyes diverted in my direction... daggers.

I looked at him with stare that read 'We need to talk.'

He nodded his head and lead back down as the nurse took away the IV's stuck in his arm and the oxygen mask that covered half of his face. He lead back and looked relax, in a matter of seconds, he was fast asleep.

I turned around and went back to the lobby which seemed deserted despite the fact that there were about five nurses rushing in and out constantly. The reception desk lady was quiet and typing continuously behind that computer. Made me wonder what the heck had gotten her so busy in this little town of Forks.

I couldn't believe that the Doctor is my father. I couldn't believe that he chose now to tell me. I couldn't believe it had been fourteen years since I last saw him. I couldn't believe that all this time we had been living without our parents - which was only a few years since mom died - that he was alive and didn't come and check to see if we're okay. But I knew why. He knew we were better off without him.

When Edward and I were just children and then teenagers, we always thought of our Aunt and Uncle as our second set of parents. They loved us unconditionally, of course and would do anything for us. They bought all the things we own now, even that television. They were exactly like parents. And after mom died, they became our real parents. But they weren't around so much because they knew we could live on our own independantly despite our young age.

Now that I might have a father back, I know they will fight for us. They knew how much it hurt Edward and I emotionally once we found out that our father no longer wanted to see us. But I never imagined he didn't want to see us on purpose. I always assumed there was a bigger reason than that. But mom never wanted to talk about that. She always said, 'Forgive and forget.' But I knew she wouldn't have forgiven my father. She only said that for the sake of her kids - Edward and I.

Now that I know that my father left for health and mental issues, it made more sense. I knew that my father was most likely selfless. And the only reason I came up with all these theories was because of Edward.

Edward did not look like our mother despite for his hair color. He wasn't like mom at all. He was usually sarcastic, funny and outgoing. Mom wasn't really like that. She was usually very serious. And I thought, 'If Edward acts nothing like mom and barely looks like her either... then that could only mean that he got all his traits from our father!'. And that's how I got the idea of how my father would be like.

And I was spot on.

I heard the tapping of shoes against the polished floor of the hospital and looked up to stare in to the face of who was unofficially my father. He was holding up more documents and he was still holding on to that orange enveloppe. He held out his hand that was holding the documents and I took them. I stared at them curiously before slicing the the enveloppe's top and out came the wedding certificate with the signatures of our parents.

Esme Anne Platt Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Beneath described the date they got married and some beautiful quotes about love and marriage and commitment. Tears started to dwell up in my eyes as a picture fell out of the enveloppe.

A beautiful woman and a handsome man were underneath a big, beautiful tree. The woman was wearing a simple wedding gown with a veil and the man was in a tuxedo.

A sob escaped my throat as I realized that the woman was my mother and the man was the doctor standing right in front of me. I looked up at Dr Cullen and tears started to fall down my cheeks.

I finally found my father.

"Honey, what's the matter?" He looked at me with concern. The lady at the desk gawked in my direction and furrowed her brows in jealousy and curiosity.

I couldn't respond to his awaiting question. I was too happy. I have a dad! He came back for me. I missed him so much even if I barely knew him! I don't care. He's here. Now all I need is Bella to come back and for my brother to be okay... that's all I want.

"Dad!" I choked out, and embraced him. He seemed startled but wrapped a protective arm around me.

"Oh, Alice, it's okay. I'm so sorry, sweetie. I'm so, so sorry." He murmured into my ear.

A whimper escape my throat and at this time, I was bawling. Tears were staining his lab coat and probably everyone in the room was staring but I didn't care.

I let the tears fall as they may.

I have finally found some happiness.