So I decided to add a little BPOV. Hope you like it.

BPOV

I hate living here. Forks is the worst place for me. So why am I here? My Mother would love to have me in Jacksonville. Charlie needs me though. I could never leave him now, he's suffering so much. I remember the night when he expressed how much it means to him that I've come to stay.

"Bella, I honestly can't tell you enough how happy it's made me that you've come. I'm not the happiest person right now, but I don't know how I'd manage without you now." He explained, full of sadness.

"No problem, Dad. Anything you need… just ask, okay?" Most of the time I don't know what to say to make him feel better. I would like to say that I'm happy here and that I have no problem staying, but I don't think he needs more lies.

He hugged me and went up to bed.

Usually Charlie wouldn't be so open about his feelings. He recently had his heart broken again by a girl he met on an internet dating site. He was ready to move forward in the relationship and commit. Turns out, she was also 'Casually Dating' three other men. He really really liked her.

He kept having breakdowns at work. Randomly lashing out at his co-workers. He would always say something about being alone forever or not being able to trust women. Many people suggested he see a therapist, just to let his feelings out and maybe get some professional advice. At first, he did it just to stop everyone hassling him, but after about a month he realized how much he liked having someone to talk to. He's been so open these days…

So of course, even with these dangerous storms that have been happening weekly this summer, he refused to miss his appointment. I was surprised they hadn't closed the office down like almost everywhere else. He should have been home about an hour and a half ago but I figured he was probably driving slow and carefully in the storm. It is my life though, so of course something bad had to happen. Nothing ever works out for me, the unlucky clutz.

I got a call from the Forks Hospital telling me my Dad got in an accident on his way home. After I was finished having a panic attack I grabbed my jacket and ran for the truck. I raced there, not caring about the storm. I did do a little silent prayer that I didn't crash too, though. I arrived in under 10 minutes, which is amazing for me and my truck. It usually took between 15 and 20 minutes. The nice lady at the Emergency Room desk led me to my Father's little room.

"Dad! Are you okay? I told you to just stay home today!" I practically shouted, almost ready to have another panic attack.

"Relax, Bells. I'm alright. I just hurt my leg pretty bad." He tried to calm me down but I could hear a strain in his voice.

"What happened exactly?" I asked, slowly trying to get a hold of myself.

"All the roads are flooding, I slid into a couple trees. I'm lucky the Doc said. I could have done some serious damage to myself." He laughed. How could he be laughing? I'm freaking out and he's laughing. Hmmph.

"Oh Dad… I don't even know what to say to you right now. I'm just so glad you're not dead or…" and then this beautiful man walked in. He had blonde hair and this breathtaking pale white skin. His features were all completely perfect. This can't be the doctor, I thought, he looks way too young.

"Chief Swan, how are you feeling?" He asked Charlie.

"Have to be honest if I want to get better…" He looked at me. "My leg is killing me! I want to scream! And my head is throbbing." He looked at me again and gave me a sad innocent smile.

"Oh Dad!" I started again, ready to cry. "I should have done something…"

"What could you have done? If you were there you'd just be hurt aswell. By the way Doc, this is Bella, my daughter."

"Hello Bella, I am Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Nice to meet you, unfortunately under not so good circumstances." His voice was so appealing and smooth.

It took me a few seconds to reply. I didn't want to make myself sound stupid. "Nice to meet you too." Then I remembered why I was here. "He'll be okay, right?"

"Yes, of course." He looked back to my Dad and started opening a folder. "Here are the X-rays." He put them up to the light board. "Looks like your leg is broken in two spots. You're brave for holding in your screams. It also seems that you have a slight concussion. Nothing very serious, the Full Body Exam when you came in and the Cat Scan and MRI all show no signs of your head having internal bleeding or blood clots from it."

Dr. Cullen kept moving around the room getting things set up. I held my Dad's hand and tried not to cry, even though the Doctor said he'd be all alright.

"Alright, let's get your leg fixed up."

A few hours later

"Bella, we're going to keep your Dad here for a few days. With the electric out in half of Forks, it's best we keep him here to make sure he's all right with his concussion." Dr. Cullen explained to me after they finished with the cast.

"Oh, okay. Thank you for taking care of my Dad." I always appreciated Doctors.

"It's no problem. It's my job. It's my passion."

I wanted to hug him but I knew that wouldn't be appropriate. I thanked him again and left for the night.

When I got home, I quickly made myself a sandwhich. I ate without even realizing, my mind busy worrying about Charlie. I decided to jump in for a quick shower, hoping to relax. It did help and I was able to fall asleep shortly. I couldn't help thinking about Carlisle a little. I secretly hoped he wasn't much older than me. e'