Hey guys. I am so sorry for not updating. I've had tests and doctors and life to work on. I've also had major writer's block. So, I have no clue what to do with this chapter. I've had it planned, but it's going a different direction. So, read what I've written so far, and review if you have any ideas. I'm also looking for a beta if any you care to help. So, read on.

Bella's POV

My head was pounding. Every breath hurt. My eyelids felt too heavy, like they had lead weights on them. I knew I wasn't alone. I could hear them.

"Don't worry, I don't think I will. I just want to know enough about her, make sure she'll be okay. I don't think it would be kind to send her out with nowhere to go." Send me out? Where the hell was I? Who was speaking?

I had to work for it, but I finally got my eyes to open. I glanced around quickly, not bothering to look at the people near me. The room was beautiful, light and airy. It looked as if it belonged in one of those 'Finest Homes' magazines. It was stunning, but how did I get here? I was in my stupid, good for nothing, almost broken down car. So how could I have gotten here?

"W-Where am I? How long have I been here?" The pounding got worse with the light of the room. It hurt to think straight.

"You're in my home. My name is Carlisle Cullen. You've only been here for a few hours.

"Oh. Where exactly is your house?" Last time I checked, I was somewhere in southern Canada. Who knew how far they could've taken me in the time I was… unconscious.

"Alaska." The man said.

"Alaska! How – What – Charlie!" He is going to freak! I haven't called him since I crossed the border into Canada. "He's going to be so mad! Do you have a phone I could use? I need to tell my dad I'm okay." The man I had been talking to walked over to the desk and came back with the phone.

The other man, or boy, whom I had not seen standing there, asked me for my name. "Bella. I'm from Washington. How did I get this far?" I was questioning myself. "I'm… going to call my dad now. Thank you, by the way, for finding me." I had to be polite. What had I been doing before this?

"You're very welcome." The man said, and they both walked out of the room. While I dialed, I tried to think of something to say to Charlie.

"Hello?" Charlie's exhausted voice mumbled.

"Dad! It's me. I know I haven't called but-"

"Bella! Where are you? You need to come home! I've been looking for you everywhere."

"No, Dad. I can't go home yet. I'm not…ready." I wasn't. How could back there to watch everyone else's happiness? He mumbled something about Jake being the cause for me not coming home.

"Dad, he'll still be there. I don't think I could handle that now." He told me to make sure I was safe before he continued talking about coming home. "No, Dad, I'm fine. Look, I'm with a doctor. Yes, I'll call you later." He said good-bye and to come back soon. The man walked back in the room near the end of my conversation.

"I couldn't help but overhear the end of your conversation. Was something wrong?" He was worried about me? I didn't even know him.

"Thank you for everything. No, everything's okay. My dad just wanted me to come home. I'm fine though. Oh! How bad am I hurt?" With worrying about Charlie, I hadn't thought about the pain I was in, or where it came from.

"Not too bad. You have a bruised rib and some deep cuts. Everything will heal." Cuts and bruises. Most of those were probably from before I came here anyway.

"I've had worse. The ER knows I practically live there. I'm the world's biggest klutz." It was true. I couldn't go a single day without tripping over something. "How did I get here? I mean, why am I hurt?" I couldn't remember. I was in the car one moment and the next I was here.

"You don't remember?" Mr. Cullen, I think that was his name, asked.

"No, I just remember being in my car. Was I in a crash?" If I was, then how was I not in a hospital? "What time is it?" I asked, not waiting for an answer to my other question.

"Five in the morning. Bella, I think you need some rest. You've been unconscious for a while and I don't know how your body will react." Rest. That's all anyone's ever told me I needed. I don't need it. I want to move on, keep going.

"I'm really okay, Dr. Cullen." Just that I can feel my pulse in my head, ribs feel like crap, and the hole in my chest is flaring back up. Perfectly fine.

"Bella," The boy was speaking now, "What were you doing – out there, in the middle of the night?"

"I… Uh…I didn't really know it was the middle of the night and I was just driving around. I really didn't think I would end up in Alaska." I couldn't think of a better excuse. Maybe I could tell them, "Oh, you see, my friend Jake, who's a werewolf, imprinted on some girl and now I'm running away, although I have no clue why." Yeah, great.