Heyyyyy! What's up? I know I've ignored this chapter for... days. But, I was furiously updating my other chapter "Sometimes, Dead is Better" (READ IT) And I don't know if it's my computer or the siter crashed or it's because too many people read it (that'd be SO cool!) Please PM me if any of this happened to you! I emailed the 'help' thing but... it'll be a year before they respond. Thank you! A lot of people liked the 'conversation' thing so I'll do it again...
Edward: Why am I tied up?
Me: Because I own you. Mwaaa!
Edward: No... you don't
Me: Fine, then I'll just keep you here until you admit it.
Edward: *growl*
Me: Ha! What ya' gonna do now?
Emmett: *crashes through wall* What did you do to my brother?
Me: We watched hairspray together, didn't we Eddie?
Eddie: Don't call me Eddie! What? Now I'm Eddie on the script too? That's just messed up!
Me: Emmett... baby... would you do the disclaimer?
Emmett: No way!
Me: *whispers* Then I'll tell the world what you did three weeks ago...
Emmett: *whimpers* heyitsacookiemonster doesn't own anything. And she won't tell my secret to y'all... Right?
Me: For now
Will She Be Okay?
Charlie POV
Last Chapter: Sitting in front of Charlie's door, I waited for Mike to come.
I woke up, and the pain of yesterday came crashing down, Bella had looked pretty messed up, maybe I should have taken her to a doctor. I stood up and stretched, still in my boxers and undershirt. Groggily, I opened the door.
Bella was curled up in front of it, sleeping soundly. Hugging to her chest... her baseball bat from third grade. I looked at her, confused. Then I finally saw her. All of her. Brown hair, piled on her head in knots, with verious leaves and branches sticking out. She was wearing someone else's shirt, it was scrunched up so that you could see about an inch of her hip. Her ripped, dirty jeans, and her ankle. Oh, her ankle. It was black and blue, and twisted the wrong way, covered in dirt and mud. Tears came to my eyes as I wondered how she could have slept through the pain. She needed a doctor. Now.
I crouched down and picked up her light body, hugging her to my chest. Whatever had happened to her... who ever had done this to her... they will pay. I was such a bad father, not even noticing this last night.
I slowly, carried her down the stairs, being sure not to trip over my own klutzy feet. Without hesitation, I opened the front door, not even bothering to lock it, and walked to my car. Bella still slept through all of this. I set her in the passenger seat of the cruiser and ran to the other side. Putting the key in to the ignition, I prayed to who ever was out there that she would live.
I turned into the hospital, siren blaring, parked, jumped out, grabbed Bella, and sprinted through the front hospital doors. The young receptionist looked at me, surprised. It was then that I realized what I was wearing. But, I would worry about that later, I begged "Please, it's my daughter, you've got to help me. Please!"
She tapped the mouse on the computer a few times, in no rush. "Okay, the doctor will be with you in a moment. If you could fill out these forms for me,"
"What? I don't have time!"
"I'm sorry, sir, but this is procedure."
I leaned in, close enough to smell the heavy perfume, "I don't give a damn about procedure."
I turned and briskly walked through the sliding clear doors, Bella still in my arms. Walking through the halls, looking for a doctor. Finally, I saw a white coated (A/N: Maximum Ride!) doctor, looking at a clipboard. He turned and started to walk in the other direction. "Doctor!" I shouted from the other end of the hallway.
He turned, and taking in my Bella's unconsious and battered state, sprinted towards me. "What happened?" he asked, while reaching under her and lifting her into his arms, I was weary to the point that she was in risk of me dropping her.
"I'm not sure." We reached an empty room, and he laid her on the gurney, pulling it out of the room. "Will she be okay?"
"I'm not sure," he said, repeating my words. I stopped, I couldn't think, couldn't move. In autopilot, I went back to the reception room and sat in the hard, plastic chair.
I laughed, a bitter, hollow laugh. I was still in my boxers.
I KNOW it's short. but I'm posting (almost) daily. Anyone want to be my beta? Please?
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