"Bella?" she heard Edward's voice whisper above her, his hands cupping her face and reaching down to where her hands pressed against the cloth. "Bella? Are you all right?"

"I think," she cut off, gasping for air through clenched teeth, pain the only thing on her mind, "I think I need to go see Carlisle."

He immediately picked her up and cradled her in his arms. Before Bella could register what was happening, Edward dashed off, jumping out Bella's window, and running to the Cullen home. Bella's eyes pinched shut, scared to look, but also trying to lessen the pain. Something felt like it was jabbing her in the side. A million tiny knives, continuously prickling her skin. She felt the swoosh of the door open and close, telling her she was there. Her wet hair dripped on the floor, the only sound emanating through the room, that and her rugged breathing. Cold hands were then on her, more than two, she only assumed they belonged to Carlisle and Edward.

"Bella, I need you to tell me what's wrong. What happened?" Carlisle's voice floated to her.

"I don't know," Bella replied. "It hurts."

"What hurts, love?" Edward asked, quietly.

Bella grabbed his hand, what she assumed was his hand, and gently pressed it against her lower abdomen area. Wincing in pain, she replied, "There. It hurts there."

"Take her to my office, Edward," Carlisle ordered.

Bella was then laying down on a flat, hard, surface. She chanced a look, peeping her eyes open, seeing she was placed on Carlisle's desk, her towel still the only thing covering her. "Edward," she said, looking for him, not moving an inch.

"I'm here," he replied, instantly there beside her. "What is it, love?"

"Can you get Alice for me, please?" She asked through clenched teeth, trying to hide the pain.

"Why? What do you need?" he asked.

"Clothes."

He smiled and kissed her forehead. "I'll go get her."

"Thanks."

A second later, Edward and his petite sister were beside me, a pair of yoga pants and loose top in Alice's arms. "Hi Bella," she greeted with a pity filled smile.

"I'll be right outside. Once you're dressed, Carlisle and I'll look at you, okay?" Edward told her lovingly, stroking the side of her face.

Bella nodded and smiled faintly at him. "I'll be fine."

She was then alone with pixie like, Alice. Alice quietly helped Bella into the top and pants, not saying a word. As she tied the strings loosely, Bella finally asked what was bothering her friend. "Alice, what's wrong? Are you upset with me?"

Alice took a heavy deep breath and rested her hands on the desk beside Bella. "You know, Bella, that I see what happens to you before it happens," she stated, looking directly at Bella. "I know what happened. Whats been happening."

"Alice, it's not-"

"Bella, you can save the excuses, okay? I've heard Esme's story. She's told me all of them. I don't need to hear one more."

"Alice, you don't understand."

"You're right Bella. I do not understand how you can stay there with a man who abuses you. I don't understand how you can defend someone who hurts you. I don't understand why you put up with it."

"It's complicated, Alice."

"No, it's self-destructive, Bella."

Before Bella could respond, the pixie was out of the room, the door wide open. Edward and Carlisle peeked in, slowly making their way to me. Edward's hand rested on Bella's shoulder, not putting any weight on her, though. "Are you all right?" he asked. "Alice shouldn't have said that to you. It was unnecessary."

Bella shook her head a little. "It's fine."

Carlisle's hands were then moving Bella's pants down a little, exposing the skin of her lower hips. His finger tips brushed against the skin, making Bella cry out in pain. Tears formed in her eyes and her hand grabbed Edward's, squeezing it as hard as she possibly could. The pain was unbearable.

"That hurts, Bella?" Carlisle asked.

She nodded. "Yes."

"I'm going to have to take a few x-rays. Would you like me to work here or at the hospital?"

"Here. Please."

Carlisle nodded. "All right. We'll move you upstairs and fix you up, okay?"

Bella nodded again and released Edward's hand, the pain subsiding. "Carlisle?" Edward called as his father started to leave the room. Carlisle turned back toward his son. "What do you think is wrong?"

"I can't be positive, but I believe she has a pelvic fracture. I don't know how severe it is. Hopefully it isn't too bad."

Edward's jaw clenched. "Charlie did this? Didn't he?" His questions were directed at Bella now, his beautiful golden liquid eyes turning a cold hard black.

"Edward-" she started, but Edward quickly cut her off.

"I'll kill him. I'll personally rip him apart." Venom was practically dripping from the corners of his mouth. His body was rigid, his nostrils flared.

"Edward!" Bella exclaimed, horrified of his words. The images flooded her mind of her father's gruesome death. "Don't you dare touch Charlie!"

"Bella, you can't honestly believe I'll let the guy get away with this," he said, his tousled hair falling in his eyes.

"You don't have a choice," she replied. "I don't want him hurt."

"Fine. Then you'll never go back there. Ever."

"Edward, I have to. That's my home."

"No, Bella. Go to Jacksonville. Live with your mother."

"And leave you? Fat chance."

"All right, then let's elope. Let's get married."

Bella's mouth flew open, then turned into a smile, which quickly turned into fits of laughter. As she convulsed with giggles, she cried out in pain, like someone had stabbed her multiple times. Her hands flew to her hip, hoping the pain would leave her.

"Edward, I believe it best if you both discuss this after Bella's been taken care of. She's hurting," Carlisle told him, reminding everyone he was still in the room.

Edward gave a slight nod and carefully picked up Bella, carrying her upstairs. Bella was laid on a hospital bed Carlisle had gotten not too long ago, just in case something was to have happened with Bella. After the x-rays were taken, Bella closed her eyes, her thoughts traveling to her father and Edward. Bella loved both so much, but she knew she would soon have to choose between them.

"Bella?" Carlisle asked, a worried look on his face. Bella realized he must have been trying to get her attention.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"I have your x-rays. You have a pelvic fracture. I could either do a small surgery and screw the bones together until they heal, or I could put you in a cast from your hips to your feet. Your choice."

Bella hated the idea of any kind of surgery, but hated the thought of having to wear the cast. "Surgery."

Carlisle nodded and gave a small smile. "I'll get started."

He went over to one of the big cabinets, pulling out a syringe. "I'll give you some morphine and put you to sleep."

Bella took a shaky breath, nodding. Edward came to stand beside her, abandoning his spot on the nearby chair. He knew she hated needles of any kind. He grabbed her hand and kissed the top. "I'm here," he murmured.

A faint smile crossed her face as she closed her eyes and let the needle protrude her skin.