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For The Love of a Daughter

~ Stitches ~

(NPOV)

I didn't see my mom that night. Carmen told me that she saw her running out of the house.

Actually, it was so out of character for my mom to do that. She was the kind of person who wouldn't stop doing something until her problem was solved. It was so unlikely of her to run like this. She was the one who told me that I shouldn't run from my problems, because once it returns to me it will be on its full blast and I would be having a hard time resolving it.

I wonder what made her run like that. Was it because of Edward? Did he say something that hurt her too much? I couldn't forgive him if he did. I knew he could be angry because of what she did, hell, so do I, but I really couldn't blame anyone right now. Everything was just so unruly and adding more problems to what we were currently facing right now, wouldn't be nice.

I really wanted my mom right now. I wanted her comfort; I wanted so badly to cry, to release everything heavy in my chest. I wanted her to cook me my favorite comfort foods. I wished I hadn't gone here. I wish I had listened to her. I should never have gotten hurt.

Oh, I wish, I wish.

It had been two days since she came here. It feels like everything had cooled down already. Maybe Esme would allow me tomorrow to go out. I really need some fresh air and I wanted to walk down the beach with Jake. I need to go out of this mansion or else I would go insane with boredom. The gadgets that they showered me, the clothes and the shoes did the trick at first, but it was never the same with my life before. I was just overwhelmed right now.

I was set to go to NYU in less than a month, which simply means my time was running out. Clearly, I failed my real mission. What I did was purely immature. It was just now that I realized my mistake. It had hurt both me and my mother, and Edward didn't seem to care.

If not because of my grandparents and my aunts, I wouldn't be here. They were really desperate with spending time with me that they almost forgot about Kylie. Because of that, the friendship that I thought was building up came crashing down. She stopped talking to me, and she never acknowledged my presence. I know that inside that pretty little mind of hers, she was thinking that I was stealing everything that she has. How I wish she could understand my situation. I wouldn't mind explaining everything to her; she was too stubborn for her own good.

It was almost midnight and I was starving for no reason. I was sure that I ate more than enough during dinner. Maybe I was just really craving for strawberry ice cream. I was very sure that they have one in their jam packed refrigerator.

I descended down the stairs which seem to take me forever. My room was in the third floor and it was killing my legs. They have an elevator, but I don't really feel well inside small places. It makes me feel like I was going to suffocate. So my misery with the stairs was ten times better.

When I got down the kitchen, I opened the dim lights.

And then I heard the sound of broken glass. I tucked my messy hair on my ears and then I looked up on what caused the glass to break.

Looks like I wasn't the only one who was hungry.

There was Edward in his white shirt and blue flannel pajama pants. He looked like he had just drunk chocolate because of that 'chocolate moustache' that he was having. I might have scared the living daylights out of him. I wonder how he lasted in the kitchen without the lights. He must have very good eyes to adjust in the dark.

Without even speaking, I headed to the small room beside the kitchen where the cleaning supplies were located. I got a broom and dustpan and then I went back to the kitchen. I started sweeping his mess, but he took the broom away.

"I'll just be the one to clean that. I should have been more careful," he told me, looking down as if he didn't want an eye contact with me.

"No, I can do this better," I insisted because I know I do.

What did he know about cleaning anyway? Wasn't he used to other people doing things for him. That was very obvious with the number of maids they have in their house.

I attempted to get the broom from his large hand.

I didn't only fail, I also wounded my foot. I had forgotten that I came downstairs barefooted. I really make the worst mistakes. I groaned and I looked at the large wound on the sole of my foot. It was bleeding too much and it started to hurt badly. I could feel tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

And then he carried me.

I couldn't object since I know that I wouldn't be able to walk properly with glass sticking inside my foot. I wonder if the glass was deep. I really hope it wasn't, but by the looks of it, it really looked deep and it needed a few stitches.

I thought that we were heading upstairs, but he carried me into the garage.

Oh great, he was going to bring me to the hospital. God knows how much I hate the smell of that place. It gives me migraine.

"Don't you…uh…need to get your keys?" I asked anxiously.

"It's inside the car, I left it earlier," he answered plainly.

"Oh…okay," I stuttered.

This is going to be the most awkward car ride ever. I thought.

He gently sat me on the backseat and placed a dry cloth under my foot, maybe to prevent blood from staining his precious car. I wasn't sure what the model of his car was since I didn't have a thing for it just like Jake does. It was just silver and very shiny. It looked really expensive and also fast.

He was driving carefully and slowly as we exited the house. Mom once told me that he was a reckless driver, but maybe things changes with time. I tried not to focus on the blood streaming out of my foot, but it was really hard. I know that if we didn't arrive in the hospital soon, there'd be a red sea inside Edward's car and I don't think he would be all happy about it.

Because of the air-con, I could feel the smell of my own blood rotating around the car and it was making me very dizzy and lightheaded. I was anemic like my mom and I hadn't been able to take my supplement and vitamins since I stayed with the Cullens. I also forgot about it because of all the things going on in the mansion.

I was almost passing out and I was preventing myself not to. I could see black spots surrounding my vision. I tried to blink so many times, wishing that the spots that were making me dizzier vanish. But they never did.

"Are you alright?" he asked frantically.

"I feel so dizzy," I answered honestly.

As soon as those words left my lips, I felt like I was in a rollercoaster. He was speeding over the speed limit. We might be caught by the police, then there would be a long interrogation, and by that time blood was already drained out my system.

I looked at the window, and that didn't help. Outside was a blur because of his over speeding. Mom was right. He was a mad driver.

…

Five minutes later, we were in the ER. We were treated like a VIP in the hospital since the Cullens owned it. Edward was about to leave, because he thought it would make me feel better, but I told him not to. There would be no way that I was spending the next few hours next to people who would unfortunately poke me with needles.

As I was lying stiffly, Edward held my hand. I was watching the doctor as he initiated himself to remove the glass off of my foot. I closed my eyes, trying not to focus on the pain and the dizziness that I was feeling.

"I'll try to remove it as fast I could, just relax Ms. Cullen," the doctor said nicely, trying to soothe me, but it was not doing me anything.

I was trying my best no to anticipate the pain, but I was failing. As he removed the largest piece of glass from my foot, I flinched and tears streamed from my closed eyes. It was kinda embarrassing for a seventeen year-old like me, but I was wailing. I honestly felt like I was six again when I fell from my first bicycle ride. It was the first time that I got stitches and it was on my elbow. I was glad that the scar had already faded because it was really, really ugly.

"Shh," I heard him say soothingly.

He run his hands through my hair, massaging my scalp, making me feel relaxed than ever.

"It's going to be done soon, try to focus on the things that make you happy," he said lowly that only I could hear.

I nodded slowly, opening my eyes for a while only to see his emerald eyes gazing up on me with worry.

He was worried about me, he actually cared about me.

But maybe because it was his fault and he was just guilty.

Maybe.

"Please be more careful with my daughter," he pleaded.

"I'll try my best," the doctor said confidently.

When the doctor was done with removing the glass pieces from my foot, a nurse cleaned it and the doctor went back to work on me again. He started stitching my foot and it felt less painful this time because I was drifting to sleep. Edward kissed my forehead, promising that everything would be fine once I wake up.

For the first time in seventeen years, I actually felt that I had a father.

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