Charlie's POV:
(bold is Bella / italicized is Charlie)
Dammit what is Phil doing here? Dammit that bitch! What is Phil doing? Talking to me children that way! Oh look at Bella she looks so happy. Well that will change soon enough. Oh look here's a bus parking right where I'm supposed to be. Now I can't see them.
"Ah, here are my children. Go on go get in the car." To my amazement, Bella said
"No. I'm not going. I'm done with everything. I don't want to go back. Besides you don't even like me. You never wanted a girl"
Wow! What a snappy little girl. But she is right about one thing. I really had never wanted a girl. I told her that last week when she asked me why I was so mean to her.
FLASHBACK
Charlie's POV:
Bella was picking up after dinner, slowly in fact, too slowly.
"Come on, Hurry up!" I said
Bella replied "I'm trying. There are too many dishes. I have to wash the rest by hand."
"What the fuck do you mean too many dishes?" I slapped her upper arm (I never slapped her face). I punched her stomach, kicked her chest and squeezed her are leaving a lot of bruises and marks. After that I went in to my closet, grabbed my belt and went ot give Bella a present while the boys were out. This was going to be fun.
Bella's POV:
Crap he was going to his closet. I had to get out of here. Otherwise he'd kill me. That's just what he wants.
"Oh Bella, where are you?"
Dang it that was my chance
"I have a present for you."
Uh oh this is not going to be good
"Get over her you filthy piece of trash"
Nice now I'm a piece of trash
"Why are you like this?" "Why do you treat me this way?" "What have I ever done to you?"
"Why dear Bella, you were born. I never wanted a girl. Unfortunately you were born first so I couldn't give a damn on whether you live or not,. I have four healthy sons. You are not my daughter. I despise girls. I told Renée this when she found out she was pregnant. I NEVER WANTED A DAUGHTER! Then you were born. Let's see how many you can take."
Oh dear god please save me.
END FLASHBACK
Charlie's POV:
Phil was talking to the police so while he was busy I attacked my worthless daughter. How dare my daughter tell me she doesn't want to see me! Who does she think she is? Oh yeah, I know A SLUT!! She's my flesh and blood, I can do whatever I want to her and nobody can stop me. I was mad. I kicked her stomach, her head and I stepped on her arms and legs only satisfied when I could hear the cracking of her bones.
All of a sudden, out of absolutely nowhere Phil was on my back pulling me off of the worthless thing I have to call my daughter forcing me to fall to the ground. Giving Bella the chance to run and she took it.
Meanwhile I punched Phil in the groin causing him to fall backwards hitting his head on the bench. I ran after Bella catching up to her in seconds. I grabbed her arms and slammed her into the wall several times feeling her go limp in my arms.
I showed no mercy. That is until a cop came from behind me, telling me to drop the girl put my hands on my head and slowly turn around. Imagine my surprise when I turned and saw my partner, Mr. Weber. The look on his face was that of disbelief and shock. His partner and police chief was beating his daughter to a bloody pulp.
He had no choice to arrest me for physical abuse but that was all he knew and all he would ever know. Bella wouldn't tell anybody. I told her I would kill her if she did. Besides I could get Mr. Weber to let me go. Of course he would have to follow the rules and file a report but I could weasel my way out of this. Like I said Bella wouldn't tell.
Mr. Weber was coming to talk to me when I heard Renée scream for someone to call 911. Bella had fainted and her chest was barely moving. She looked dead. Hmmmm… maybe she was. Yes!
Renée's POV:
Watching Bella, I started to get worried. Her heart was usually quite loud and now I could barely hear is. While I was worrying about her, I looked at her face. At first it looked ok but it quickly faded until she looked dead.
"Somebody call 911!"
My poor baby, I knew Charlie was abusive. God knows what he's done to me. Just thinking about it scares me. What has he done to her how badly was she hurt?
EMT's POV:
We just got a call saying a ten year old girl had been brutally beaten by her father at Wal-mart. While the police the police were investigating nobody checked on the girl. For all we know she could be dead by the time we arrive and by what I was told it's highly possible.
5 minutes later
We got the girl. it's a good thing that Dr. Cullen was always working. This girl really needs help. When we got there we where shocked, a little girl in a heap, bleeding and unconscious. Oh and she's diabetic. The first thing we did was test her blood sugar….27. Crap she's unconscious and extremely low. We had to give her a glucagon, a shot of sugar.
Unfortunately she didn't faint because of low blood sugar. Her heart was slowing down, blood pressure rapidly dropping. It looked like both of her arms and legs were broken and she was slowly dying.
"Hurry up, we're losing her!"
As the ambulance speed along the highway I was pulled into a serious thought process. Who could do this to their child and why would they do it? I mean what's the point? Sooner or latter they'll get caught, whether or not charges are pressed is another story.
After thinking about this I realized that we had arrived at the hospital. As quickly as I could (with help from two other people) I brought the little girl in. While pausing at the front desk I noticed it was really quite. Slowly I turned around and was met by a crowd of people with shock clearly displayed on their faces. What had really happened and how badly was she hurt?
Edward's POV:
I was sitting in the back room of Forks Hospital, bored, really, really bored. Come on, I'm ten years old. I don't want to sit in the back room of a hospital all day! So I left. Only much to my surprise the waiting room was silent. Nobody made a sound.
In fact it sounded like nobody was there. I knew that was possible since Forks was such a small town, but there were always a lot of people in there. It had never been this silent.
So I did what any boy would do, I went to investigate. It was a bad idea. There was two things that stood out, one the looks of shock and disbelief on everybody's faces, and two the little girl on the stretcher.
She looked to be about my age, but the scary thing was how beat up she was. Even though I was ten I could tell her arms and legs were broken. She was really cut up and bruised; I could tell that she was a very pretty girl. It was then that the doctors leaped into action, finally the look of shock was one and they were in doctor mode trying to save the girls life…
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For two days the girl was on life-support, she was so close to dying. Because my father was the respected Dr. Cullen, I got to sit with her during the two days. Even though there was nothing to do, I was not bored.
I entertained myself by tracing her bruises and cuts, wondering where they had come from. For two says I sat there and waited. For two days I didn't eat. For two days I didn't move. My mother, Esme, had threatened to take away my piano lessons, I still sat there. I didn't want the girl to wake up afraid and alone in the hospital. My mom and dad were worried that I had become attached, which was a bad thing because she could give up the fight at any time.
So they had my siblings come and still I didn't move. Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett sat with me for hours. Nobody talked or did anything; we sat and waited for her to wake up. When she woke up I would introduce myself. Until then, I just had to wait.