Hi! Here's Chapter 3!

It's not as long as the last chapter but I hope you like it!

Not much happens to begin with but it gets better towards the end......

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Chapter 3

Bella's POV

I was floating. Floating in a sea of darkness; just drifting. Slowly drifting, like nothing in the world mattered. Where was the sun? There was just a stretching abyss of the deepest black, as far as the eye could see. Nothing else.

*

After a while I began to hear noises. A beep, beep, beep. Drip, drip, drip. A buzzing sound in my ear. Where the hell was I? Light was trying to get under the cracks in my eyelids. I tried to open my eyes. They wouldn't open. I started to panic. A smell so strong burnt its way up my nose and down my throat. I coughed. What was that smell? It was like the smell of a hospital. Maybe I was in hospital. Ah. A sense of realization dawned on me. The crash. The tree. Jasper. I could feel a dull throbbing at the back of my head. I gasped as a sharp pain cut across my ribs like a knife. I started to hear snatches of conversation.

"What happened? Where...What did you do?" Then I could just hear mumbling.

Another voice. Loud. "I had to! I couldn't just leave her!" then it went quieter, "you would have done the same." I recognized that voice. It was a smooth voice, like velvet. Who...? Then it hit me. It was Jasper. Jasper was here. I opened my eyes. My vision swam. Bright lights pierced my eyes.

"Shhh...She's awake!" A voice whispered. There were people crowded around me. Who was it? The room slowly came into focus. I was in a bed. White walls surrounded me. There was a heart monitor next to my head. So that was what the beeping was. Shit, the crash must have worse than I'd originally thought. Was my truck alright?

A few people left the room. I saw someone, with a flash of bronze hair, leave. I looked up to find a man smiling at me. He had lovely blond hair, and his skin was so pale. The skin at the corner of his eyes crinkled as he smiled.

"Welcome back Bella." He said kindly. Who was he? I decided to ask. I tried but all that came out was a croak. He smiled and continued. "My name is Carlisle. Carlisle Cullen." Ohhh!!! He was Jasper's dad! "I'm Jasper's adoptive father." He said. Oh. Jasper was adopted. I was close. I tried to speak.

"Ermm... What happened? Where am I? Is my truck okay?" My words came out jumbled up but he got what I said.

"You hit a tree, head on. You've three broken ribs. You've got a broken leg and a fractured collar bone. You're actually very lucky to be alive." He looked at me gravely before continuing, "You are currently in my house; it was easier to get to than the hospital. As for your truck, I'm afraid it's quite badly damaged but I happen to know someone who might be able to take a look at it," he explained. Crap! Charlie will be so angry about the truck! I almost laughed. Here I was, lucky to be alive, and all I was worried about was my truck!

I tried to sit up. And failed. Mr. Cullen wrapped an arm around my waist and helped me up.

"Thanks," I mumbled gratefully. Mr. Cullen got up and gazed out of the window, his hands resting on the sparkling clean windowsill.

I glanced down to see that all I was wearing was a white fluffy dressing gown. Someone must have undressed me while I was unconscious. UNDRESSED ME!! I could've died then from utter embarrassment. I wanted to scream out 'WHO?' but then I thought that I probably didn't want to know. Well, at least I was still alive.

I realised that Charlie might not know where I was. "Excuse me. Ermm, Mr. Cullen?"

He jumped, seemingly taken aback at being spoken to. "Please," he spoke gently, "Call me Carlisle."

"O. Okay. Carlisle, could I maybe ring my dad, so at least he knows where I am?" I asked. I owed Charlie that.

"Don't worry about it, Bella. He's on his way over. We contacted him as soon as we could." Carlisle answered patiently. I thanked him. He muttered something incomprehensible, and then left the room.

A moment later, I heard a thud, angry shouting, and then the door flew open, and Charlie stumbled in. He looked ill. Dark rings circled his eyes, and he looked so pale. I found I was so grateful to see him that tears made their way down my face. Charlie smiled,

"Bella, Bella, Bella. What are we going to so with you?" He shook his head. "You are just one big disaster aren't you?" He joked. I grinned at him, my heart full of love for him. "I was so worried about you! I couldn't sleep or eat!" So that's why he looked so awful.

"Well, I'm okay now. Thanks to Mr. Cullen – I mean Carlisle." I said, trying to calm him. I was surprised to hear an enormous groan come from my stomach. Charlie laughed.

"I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you a little something." He winked and got something out of his bag. My face lit up.

"Chicken and noodles! Thanks Dad!" I LOVE chicken and noodles! I know that's kinda weird, but do I care? No. I grabbed them off him and he handed me a fork. I tucked in hungrily, wolfing them down. When I was done, I licked my lips and settled back, extremely satisfied. Charlie grinned.

"Thought you might appreciate them." I nodded thankfully. We chatted for a while, about this and that, until eventually Charlie got up and patted my head.

"I've got to go now Bells, I'll come and visit another time. Carlisle said you'll have to stay a few more days." Leaving? Already? I nodded.

"Okay. I'll see you soon." I croaked. He kissed the top of my head. He said goodbye and left the room.

My thoughts wandered back to Jasper. Where was he? I pictured his beautiful face and held the image in my mind. I wondered what it would be like to hold him in my arms, or to be in his arms. I wondered what it would be like to kiss those perfect red lips. I smiled. There was only one problem. He didn't even like me.

*

A day passed and nothing really happened. Carlisle came to check on me a few times, and said I was healing well. Good to hear. But I was desperate to get back home. I was sooo bored. Yes they gave me books to read, TV to watch but I really just wanted to be back in the comfort of my own home.

*

I woke up the next day, with a major headache. It felt like I had a huge rock wedged in my brain, and every time I moved it got jammed in a little further. I groaned. I wondered if they had any aspirin. But everyone was out. I had two choices. Lie back and suffer with this stupid headache or go and explore. I chose the latter. I could at least try. Carlisle said I was healing well so maybe I could try and walk. I shifted and tried to sit up. I leant on my arm and heaved my leg out of the bed. At that point I realised I had a broken leg. It was covered in bandages. Ah. Another slash of pain felt like my head was going to split in two. I had to get the aspirin; if they had any. I thought about ringing Charlie and get him to come over, but I understood that he was probably at work right now. Time for action.

I started to get up. I put my weight on my good leg and got myself upright. I wobbled and crashed back down onto the bed. I winced. My ribs hurt like hell. But not as much as my head. After several attempts, I managed to stay upright. Now, I need to move forward. Where was I heading? My eyes searched the room and I saw a tiny cabinet hanging on the far wall. That was my target. Take one hop at a time I told myself. I hopped, jarring my ribs. My left arm was in a sling so I had to use my other for balance. I waved it around like a windmill, trying to stay balanced. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed. I didn't fall. Hooray! Oh. Just another fifteen hops should do it. I took a deep breath and carried on. Slowly.

By the time I'd managed to hop all the way over to the tiny cabinet, I was sweating. I was exhausted. I hoped to god there was some aspirin in that cupboard. I felt like death.

I reached up and opened the door of the cabinet and peered inside. My heart dropped. There was nothing inside. Damn. I'd have to look elsewhere.

I decided to head towards the kitchen and start from there. The problem was I didn't know where the kitchen was. Hopping over to the door, I hoped someone would come back soon. Hopefully Jasper. I bit my lip and considered getting back into bed. Nah. I was fed up with sitting around all day, completely bored, so why not explore? Well, you could say I had three broken ribs, a broken leg and a fractured collar bone but that would just be spoiling my fun.

I poked my head around the door, looked left and right, and decided to turn right. I don't know why, I just had an instinct. Hop. Hop. Argh! A sharp pain shot through my leg. I needed a rest. As I leaned on the wall for support, my breath caught in my throat. Wow. This house was amazing. Like, my dream house. The walls were a pure white, with occasional hints of cream, and the carpet was a plush, designer red. It felt so soft under my toes. I smiled. Renee, my mom, would kill to live here.

As I continued along the hall way, I fell even more in love with the place. A huge bay window was situated at the end, letting a stream of golden sunlight illuminate the gorgeous artwork that hung from the walls. A stairway led off downstairs and I figured that was the way to the kitchen. Yet another hitch. How was I supposed to get down there?

As I considered sliding down the stairs in my arse, I heard a door bang open. Presumably the front door. I hoped it was Jasper then he could be, like, my knight in shining armour, and I was the damsel in distress. I stifled a giggle with my hand and called down,

"Hello? Could I maybe have some help please?! Sorry for being a pain...." I sure they'd be able to hear me. My head pounded and I nearly fell. Shit. Come on, answer me, I willed. But everything had gone quiet. Was I mistaken? Was it my over-active imagination?

I sat there for a minute straining my ears to see if I could hear anyone. Nope. Damn. I shook my head, and turned, disappointed, to go back to my room.

I came face to face with Jasper. I nearly jumped out of my skin. How had he got there without me hearing? He was either super quiet or I was deaf. Probably the latter. I looked at the floor, trying to come up with something clever to say, to try and impress him. My mind was blank. Argh. His beauty was turning my mind to mush.

I managed to choke out, "Hi! Good day at school? I mean you're back early –"I stopped abruptly when I saw his face. It was pure evil. His eyes were as black as coal. He stared at me, unmoving. I swayed and had the sudden urge to run away. Far away. His nostrils were flared and his fists were clenched by his sides. The sun was shining across his face and he seemed to be....sparkling. I sighed. He was so beautiful. Except he looked evil. I bit my lip, mumbled that I would go now and tried to hop forward.

I was suddenly, impossibly, in his arms. Now I know that sounds romantic, but trust me, it wasn't. How did he get there anyway? Trying to understand him made my head spin.

He was staring at me intently; not a flicker of emotion. His arms were like rocks that hadn't seen the sun for years. They were freezing. I almost shivered. I laughed and told him he could let go now. Why was he holding me anyway? I wasn't even going to fall over. Strange, but who cares?

But he didn't let me go. I tried to push him away but he was like a big rock. His arms were like iron bars. I wasn't strong enough. He squeezed me harder. I winced.

"Jasper, you're hurting my arm!" He ignored me. "What are you doing?!" I asked, quietly. No response. WHAT WAS HE DOING?!

He bent forward, like he was about to kiss me. I almost fainted. My dream come true. As he got closer, my brain jammed. Did he lust after me? I couldn't concentrate. Everything around us blurred into nothing. The only thing I could see was Jasper.

His cold lips touched my neck. Goosebumps erupted over my skin. I groaned. I didn't understand why he wasn't kissing me on the lips but did I care? No. I was in heaven.

That was until I felt a searing pain shoot my neck. What the –? Jasper was biting my neck. JASPER WAS BITING MY NECK! I felt faint. My vision swam. I could feel the blood flow out of my neck, presumably into Jasper's mouth. Pain made my body feel numb. I was going to die. I knew it.

It was like in one of those trashy movies; I really did see my life flash before my eyes. All the memories, all the laughter. All the things I hadn't done.

A final flash of pain.

Nothing.

That's it!

What will happen to Bella?

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