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"Stupid, fat bitch. Running to Edward as soon as things get tough. You make me sick!" Rosalie hisses and spits on me, standing up straight from her leaning position. I swallow the large lump in my throat, trying to not let her see me in pain. She knows she has won; I don't want to show her that she has.
Slowly raising my hand, I run it over my bottom lip and pull it away to see blood running along the length of my hand. Of course, I shouldn't have expected anything less. As soon as I see the blood, I feel a sharp pain in my back and I groan as it happens again and again. She kicking my back, obviously bored with my face and sides.
The bell signaling the end of the day rings, and I try not to think that this has been going on for over an hour. She eases up and then stops altogether.
"Make sure I'm gone before you sort this out." Rosalie gestures to me before she picks up her bag and leaves the room, her followers going after her as if nothing happened. I close my eyes and try to concentrate on breathing. My breaths are shallow and pant-like; my ribs protesting with every inhale, and my stomach crying out with every exhale. I know something is broken this time.
The pain is overwhelming and my head swirls. Everything sways as I open my eyes and the last thing I see is Tyler and Mike walking towards me as my world goes black.
Chapter twenty-three.
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All I can feel is pain as soon as my mind begins to resurface. Everything throbs and a small whimper leaves my lips. My eyelids are heavy, but I slowly open them; blinking against the bright sun light that wasn't there before I fainted. I know that I should be staring at the grubby ceiling of the bathroom, not the rare bright blue sky and bright sun. If I wasn't in so much pain, I would take the time to relish in the feeling of the sun on my skin.
"Young female, seventeen, hit by a car in Forks high school parking lot." Oh no, who has been hit? Poor girl, I bet she is in so much pain right now. And I thought I had it bad.
"Multiple contusions and suspected head trauma. Name is Isabella Swan." Me? I wasn't hit by a car. "She is regaining consciousness; I need a doctor waiting for us when we arrive." An unfamiliar male voice says. Blinking a few times, I look around but can't see anything. With everything I have in me, I lift my head slightly and turn it to the side to see most of the students of Forks High being held back by police.
"Miss, I need you to lie still. We don't know if anything is broken yet." A female paramedic tells me and slowly turns me so I am lying flat on the ground. "Are you in any pain?" she asks softly. Of course I am, but do I tell her that?
"Yeah," I croake out, my voice hoarse with the tears I cried earlier.
"Do you know what has happened to you?" She asks, looking around before meeting my eyes again. Yeah, Rosalie Hale beat me up in the girls' toilet on the third floor.
"No," I say instead, knowing the truth won't get me anywhere. Tears build in my eyes and slowly leak over the sides, running into my hairline.
"You have been hit by a car and we need to get you to the hospital to assess you properly. I'm Nancy, by the way." She wipes the tears running down my face and smiles softly at me, assuring me that I will be fine.
"Edward?" I sob. I want to know that he is okay.
"What was that?" she asks, leaning in to hear me better.
"I want Edward," I sob louder and she looks up, obviously at someone else from the paramedics. She nods at the person and I hear feet running away from me, towards the crowd.
"Who is Edward?" The male voice from before yells out and I hear a 'me' called, before two sets of footsteps run over to me. I cry in relief when Edward kneels on the floor next to me and leans over so I can see him. He takes my hand and holds it tightly. His eyes are red-rimmed and dried tear marks run down his cheeks.
"I have been so worried about you!" he cries, fresh tears making their way down his face. I tell him not to cry and he just smiles at me, stroking my wrist with his thumb. "Are you okay?" I shake my head slightly, my throat closing over with tears and the pain I'm feeling.
Another ambulance arrives with the sirens blaring. The noise makes my head throb and everything becomes fuzzy again. I want to stay awake, so I focus on Edward. He's smoothing my hair away from my face and wiping at the tears slowly running down from my eyes. He's being so kind and caring and I don't deserve it.
I slowly raise my hand to his and push it away. He looks shocked and brings his hand back to my hair. I push it away again, this time with more force than the last time.
"Go away, Edward," I whimper, my head spinning. He shakes his head and tells me to stop being silly. "I want you to leave me alone," I whisper, as speaking puts too much pressure on my ribs.
"You have to leave now, sir. We have to get her to the hospital." Two male paramedics walk over to us and Edward nods with tears in his eyes. He stands and walks away to the crowd.
"Okay, Miss Swan. I need to look to the right for me without turning your head." I do as I'm asked and I see Edward standing with Alice and Jasper, all of them looking heart broken. Edward, however, looks like someone he loves is dying. My heart sinks and I feel sick. "Now to the left, please." I look over at the group of Forks High students. I can see Tyler and Mike standing around, talking to one of the paramedics. Mike's car is running and the doors are open, as if someone flew out of it in shock or surprise. There is also a dent in the front. Just under the car, there is a crowbar, but I know you wouldn't be able to see it if you weren't lying on the ground like I am.
Everything clicks. They think I was hit by a car and Mike's car has a dent put in the front. Rosalie must have had this all planned. Sure, I went to her, but she knew that if she asked me to go, I would. I have before, loads of times, so she knows I would again if I felt the need to. With Rosalie, she is evil and sadistic and she won't stop until she gets what she wants. It's easier to get it over and done with then wait for it to happen.
"Is your back hurting you? I am going to put this collar around your neck," Nancy says. White hot pain flares up from the small of my back. I cry out loudly and I know everyone can hear me. "Okay, don't move. We need to put you on a back board before we get you on a stretcher. First, I need to put this in your hand." She takes my hand and lays it flat then pulls out a needle, preparing me for an IV, I suppose.
She jabs the needle in and puts the cannula into the back of my hand. I wince slightly, but the pain is nothing to the rest of my body. She injects something into my hand and a numb feeling slowly makes its way up my arm. It spreads through my body and soon, I feel like I'm floating; the pain nearly non-existent.
"I just put in some morphine," she tells someone, but my head is swimming too much to take notice. A male voice answers her as a back board is put just to my left side. "Isabella, we are going to roll you onto your side to get the board under you. Okay? Tell me if you need us to stop." I give her a nod and then I am on my side, three pairs of hands holding me on my right side. I feel the plastic being put in behind me and I am laid back down, this time on the back board.
Several medical terms are used as the two males lift me onto the stretcher. They then lift the stretcher, making the wheels come out from the bottom. They run with me to the ambulance and I shut my eyes, the morphine making them feel heavy.
"You can sleep, Isabella." Nancy tells me, holding my hand tightly in hers. I nod and let my eyes flutter shut.
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I slowly open my eyes and can tell from the beeping coming from above me that I am in the hospital. The bright white lights in the ceiling make my head ache and my eyes water. Why does it have to be so bright in hospitals? Surely they know ill people can get headaches easier than anyone else, and this bright light doesn't help anyone.
I look down at my left hand to see an IV line attached to a drip; a clear liquid slowly running into the vein in the back of my hand. Morphine. My head feels light, like it isn't attached to my body, buy that's the morphine. I wonder how long I have been out. Surely, it can't be more than a couple of hours, but I have been wrong before.
"Oh, Isabella. Baby, you're awake." I turn my head to the right to see my mom, dad, and Emmett all sitting in hospital chairs, looking worried and teary eyed. Emmett? Teary eyed? What is wrong with him? Did Rosalie tell him what she did? That this is all because of her? I really don't know.
"Hey." My word is slurred, but she seems to understand it.
"We have been so worried. How are you feeling?" She sits on the bed next to my right hand and picks it up, putting it on her lap and rubbing it gently with both of her hands.
"Fine. Sore." Short and straight to the point. She nods and runs a hand through my hair, pushing it away from my eyes. I smile at her slightly then look over at my dad. His jaw in tense and he is grinding his teeth, hands in tight balls at his sides. He's no doubt thinking of ways to hurt Mike and Tyler for doing this, but they would be wrongly accused. Sure, they didn't do anything to stop Rosalie, but they didn't run me over either.
Next, I look at Emmett. He's looking down at his lap, fiddling with his fingers like I do. His bottom lip is between his teeth and his hair is a mess. When he glances up at me, I can see the dried tear marks on his cheeks and his eyes are red. Maybe, somewhere deep down, he does care about me. Highly unlikely, but you never know.
The door to my room opens and I look over to see Carlisle come in with a clipboard in his hand. His blonde hair is gelled back neatly and his blue eyes are shining with concern. He walks straight over to me and checks some of the screens placed around my bed before walking back into my line of sight.
"Hello, Isabella. How are you feeling?" he asks and I shrug. I can feel pain, but it also feels like I'm floating, like I'm not connected to my body. It feels weird.
"W-w-weird," I finally stutter, my cheeks heating with embarrassment.
"That's the pain meds. As soon as I feel it is ok, I will lower the dosage." I nod in acknowledgment, not knowing what to say to that. "Now, we x-rayed you while you were out and from the x-rays…" he pauses, walking over to a screen and putting up three black sheets. Turning on the light behind it, various parts of me come up. "I can see you have three broken ribs and a fractured wrist. The physical examination showed major bruising along your spine. Everything should heal nicely, but I need you to take it easy."
"Okay," I whisper. I knew something was broken, but three ribs?
"From these x-rays," he points to the one showing my ribs with a pen and runs the end of it along one of the ribs," I can see that they have been broken before, but there are no records to show that you have been treated for it. Is something going on we need to know about, Isabella?" he asks, looking at my parents and Emmett before looking back to me.
I look down at my lap and shift uncomfortably. I regret moving because as soon as I do it, pain shoots up my spine and around to my ribs.
"Isabella, please be careful," Carlisle scolds and I smile apologetically at him before looking back down at my lap. "You have been hit by a car, you shouldn't to be moving around so much while you are healing," he explains softly, as if letting me know I'm not in trouble, but I do need to be careful.
I wasn't hit by a car. I know I need to tell him, but what exactly do I say? 'Oh, by the way Carlisle, I wasn't hit by a car. I was beaten up by Rosalie Hale because I was trying to stop your son from killing her.' No, I don't think I could just come out and say that. They would probably tell me I'm delusional because of the pain meds.
"Isabella, is there something going on?" Charlie asks, obviously remembering what Carlisle asked before. I bite my lip and wince as I bite into a cut there. It feels like my head is about to explode. Do I tell them the truth? Will something happen if I do? What will Emmett think when he finds out it was Rosalie that did this? Does he already know? Was this his idea? Does he care?
"I wasn't hit by a car," I whisper, feeling instant relief as I admit it. I let out a breath and look at the stunned faces of my family.
"Yes, you were honey. You hit your head when you fell, you're not thinking straight," Renee tries to tell me, but I look at Carlisle over her shoulder. Tears fill my eyes as I try to silently tell him I wasn't hit by a car.
"Actually, Renee, when we were examining Isabella, we found several bruises that are the shape of a hand or foot print. A high-heeled shoe, at that." Renee gasps and looks at me, fresh tears now spilling down her face. "Do you know who did this to you, Isabella?"
I look back down, not knowing what I should do now. Should I say it was Rosalie? Should I just say that I can't remember and play it off as mild memory loss? Will I get in trouble if I lie? Will I get in trouble if I tell the truth? What will Rosalie and her friends do to me if I tell them it was her? What will Emmett do if I tell them it was her?
I shake my head, tears streaming down my face. My head hurts. I just want this all to go away and leave me alone. I want to tell them it was her, but I'm scared to do it. For years, I have been told that I am worthless and I don't deserve good things. Telling them about Rosalie and getting help would be seen as a good thing. I don't deserve good things.
"Isabella, calm down. You have to remember you have damaged your ribs," Renee scolds from next to me, reaching out to touch me. I don't want her to touch me. I move away from her as much as I can in the small space of the bed, my body crying at me, but I don't care. I don't want her to touch me.
"Isabella, stop being so silly," she scolds, putting her hand on my arm. I pull my arm away from her and she just looks at me before bursting into tears. Charlie walks forwards and wraps her in his arms, glaring at me slightly over the top of her head.
All these years, I have been beaten and abused and she has done nothing to stop it. Sure, she was there to help me while I was getting better, but she didn't go to the school and fight for what is right. She would cry about how it's all her fault and everyone would give her sympathy while I was confined to my bed, unable to move sometimes. Everything has to be about her and I am sick of it. For once, I want the sympathy. For once, I want to be treated like I matter without her selfishness getting in the way.
"Renee, Charlie, could you give us some time, please?" Carlisle asks but looks at me, not even giving them a glance. Charlie and Renee leave the room, but Emmett stays where he is, not even bother to say why he wants to stay. Carlisle and I choose to ignore him as he pulls out his phone and begins texting on it.
"Who did this to you, Isabella?" Carlisle sits on the side of my bed, looking at me right in the eye. I swallow and glance at Emmett to see him completely uninterested.
"I c-c-can't tell you," I stutter, feeling like an idiot.
"Why not?" he counters.
"Because I don't know what will happen if I do," I admit, looking at Emmett again. Carlisle follows my line of sight and looks at me in shock, obviously getting the wrong idea. "It wasn't Emmett!" I all but yell it, making Emmett look up at me.
"Then who was it, Isabella?" I shrug and he sighs. "Since you have admitted you weren't hit by a car, I will have to get the police involved." I snap my eyes up to him, about to protest. I do not need the police getting involved in this. "If you tell me who it was, we may be able to sort this out between ourselves." His voice is soft and calm, giving me a fatherly feel.
"You can't tell anyone," I whisper, trying to be quiet so that Emmett doesn't hear what I'm about to say. If he already knows who it was, and if he hears me tell Carlisle, he may flip out and tell Rosalie I told. He would hate me even more and I can't deal with that right now.
"I'm not allowed to, even if I wanted to. Patient confidentiality." He smiles and I nod, happy with that answer. I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly through my nose. If I don't tell Carlisle now, I know Edward will when he next sees him. Edward was there before he was taken out. It's obvious he knows I wasn't hit by a car.
"It was Rosalie Hale," I admit, but I wasn't quiet enough. I see Emmett's head snap up out of the corner of my eye, I can feel his glare penetrating my skin.
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