AN – Thank you for all the reviews, they were wonderful; I really do love them. Also sorry this took so long, I had a massive writers block, but I do slowly get there.

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CHAPTER THREE

BPOV

I was only in hospital for a few more days, I've spent half my life in hospital, but I still wasn't used to it. I hated the horrible itchy beds with wafer thin mattresses. I hated the bleak white walls, and the dreary feeling I got whenever I was in a hospital bed, which was rather often.

I hoped out of the hospital on my crutches, which I would now have to use for six weeks. What joy. I now had crutches to use on the icy floor. What a good combination. I was dreading going back to school, not only because I knew I would most likely end up falling over with these stupid things, but also because I knew Edward would end up kicking the crutches out from underneath me.

Emmett helped me into his car, which wasn't easy seen as he had a massive jeep. I eventually got in, all thanks to Emmett. He had to move the front seat back, just so I could fit my cast in.

"How are you feeling?" Emmett asked me, a kind smile on his face, and I smiled back.

"I feel okay, a little sleepy though, from the pain killers."

"Go to sleep, I have to stop off at Rose's to pick something up anyway, so we won't be home for a while." He turned around and put the radio on low. I leaned my head against the window, and again, fell into to the nightmares of Edward Cullen.

I awoke, with a slight sweat from the nightmare I had been having but soon got over that when I felt a terrible pain in my lower leg. I was tucked under the covers in my bed, potted leg rested on a pillow. Unfortunately, by now the painkillers had worn off.

I groaned as I sat up, looking around my room, in the hopes that someone had left some painkillers somewhere. Sadly there was no, although someone had left a glass of water on my bedside table. I took a big gulp, in the hopes that would help, but it didn't at all.

I decided I best get up and go get some painkillers from down stairs, even if it would hurt like hell. Thankfully, someone had left my crutches next to my bed. I hoped out, wincing at how much it hurt, all the while cursing Edward Cullen.

As I hoped awkwardly down the stairs, I could hear Charlie and Emmett chatting downstairs. I was thankful that the stairs didn't creek as much as normal, I knew that both Charlie and Emmett would tell me off for getting out of bed, and all I wanted was to get some painkillers and go to sleep. Of course I couldn't get that, because when I went through the small door into the kitchen, I could see Edward and Emmett sat at the dining room table, discussing some type of sport.

I froze in place, watching as both of there heads turned towards me, Emmett looked worried and Edward looked shocked to see me.

"Bella, what are you doing out of bed? Are you okay? You shouldn't be out of bed, if you needed anything you should have called for me. Sit down, you shouldn't be putting to much weight on your leg." Emmett said to me all in one breath. I laughed at him, following his instructions and sitting down at the dining table, as far from Edward as possible. I glanced a quick look at him, to see he was staring down at the table awkwardly, trying to avoid me as much as possible. This I was thankful. Edward had been in my house a few times, but he always avoided me if Emmett or Charlie was near by. But if he came upstairs with only me up there it wasn't good.

I looked down at my arm that was lying across my lap to see the tiny little scars, which were barley visible anymore.

I was sat on my bed, reading one of my favourite books, Wuthering Heights, for what must be the hundredth time. I loved this book, but now it was an old and tattered copy that had been read a few to many times. The pages were ripped and there were little smudges here and there. I would have to go shopping again soon, to buy a new copy, along with some other books.

There was a loud laugh, the vibrated through the whole house, and I knew Emmett must have some friends over. He never laughed like that, at Charlie, or the TV. I decided to listen carefully, just to see who was here this time. I didn't mind Emmett having friends over; sometimes I just wish he would tell me before they came over.

As I strained to listen I caught bits of there conversation. They were talking about sport, so it was most likely Edward. Jasper was big on sport, and it sounded like Edward. That was just great. Edward was here again. I turned back to my book; hoping I could ignore them down stairs, but before I knew it, I could hear a slight thud, thud on that stairs. I closed my eyes and sighed, in the hopes it was just Emmett or Charlie. Then noise died off, and I relaxed a little, thinking it was just someone going to the toilet and they would leave me alone. Unfortunately for me I wasn't so lucky.

My door creaked open, and all I could see was a flash of bronze hair before I closed my eyes tight, hoping that he might go away, but knowing he wouldn't.

"Aww, what's wrong Bella? You scared? Why would you be scared of me? Little old Edward." He laughed at me, all the while walking closer to me. I scooted as far away as I could, but it was only a small bed, so I had to stop before I fell off. He laughed in my face, I could feel his hot sweet breath all over me. It smelt lovely and also disgusting at the same time. When I realised where it was coming from, I winced away, only making Edward laugh more.

"You need to grow a back bone Swan." Laugh. "You also need to try and leave the house as much as possible when I come over. You make the whole place reek!"

Another laugh. Edward turned his head, and looked around my room. It wasn't much but I liked it. I had a full bookshelf, a cluttered desk and a full wardrobe that would never close, but I loved my room. After a while Edwards eyes zeroed in on my desk. He walked over to it and pointed to a small glass dove. It used to belong to my mother, but when she found out she was dieing, she gave it to me. I loved it, but with Edward near it I was terrified at what he was going to do with it.

"This is pretty, wouldn't it be a shame if it broke?" he said when he pretended to drop it, I gasped, even though I knew he was joking, but I would just hate it if he broke it. Of course he laughed at me when he saw the shocked look on my face. He started to walk out my room, and sadly I got my hopes up, that maybe he would leave it. Unfortunately just before he left he threw the glass at the wall, Some of it back fired into my arm, making it bleed, and hurt like hell.

I looked at Edward, thinking about how cruel he could be. He knew how much that dove meant to me, I heard Emmett tell him. But he still smashed it up in to tiny pieces. I always remembered that day perfectly, even though it was a year and a half ago.

I turned my head and glanced back at Emmett to see he was wandering around banging the cupboards looking for the pills. When he eventually found them, he went and got a bottle of water out of the fridge. He walked back over to me and placed the bottle of water in front of me along with the painkillers, he watched carefully as I gulped them down, then sat across from me.

"So, err, Bella, how are you feeling?" Edward asked awkwardly, still looking down at the table. Emmett laughed at how awkward Edward was. He knew me and Edward hated each other, but he was just glad someone was making an attempt to be nice to me. Not many people do that, when you have Edward Cullen stopping you. I looked down at the table, feeling shy.

"I'm okay," I said through gritted teeth. I did not want to talk to him, but we had to act civilised for Emmett.

I leaned back against my chair, relaxing. I knew Edward wouldn't do anything with Emmett here, so I just listened into their conversation, not really bothered about what they were talking about, but too lazy to move. I started to doze off after a few minutes. I never did have any tolerance for pills of any kind; they always made me sleepy.

"Bella, do you want me to take you up to your room, your looking a little tired." Emmett said, chuckling lightly. I smiled up at him, and thanked him in a small tired voice. He carried me up slowly being extra careful.

Once he tucked me under my covers I was of to sleep almost straight away, but not before I felt him give me a little kiss on the top of my head, telling me he hoped I got better.

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