Disclaimer: SM owns everything Twilight I just abuse and toy with her characters.

I'm shocked at how many new readers I have. Thank you for joining me on this roller coaster ride in the crazy house. I love new people to torture bwahahaha.

I have had a lot of people PM and are upset about Bella's situation. Well I'm sorry, but I'm trying to keep it as real as I can. This story will be a HEA, but life isn't all roses and lilies. Edward and Bella have to go through some shit first. I promise not to be to cruel, but I will try to stick to reality as much as possible. I am already way past the original amount of chapters I had planned on. There is a lot more to go.

I'm sorry this is so late getting posted. Besides my computer troubles I have been extremely sick the last few days. Oh and Sarah is evil because she gave me new FF to read and I just have been a shit and was reading my updates for stories. Lol. Which reminds me, I really hate solostintwilight at the moment lol she has me addicted to Letters to Corporal Mason and I'm going nuts waiting for updates. Lol. It's a great story though and I'll be biting nails until she updates again.

I thought about doing this chapter as an outtake, because it is in Charlies POV, but after reading it and the story line I decided to make it a short chapter. It gives you more insight as to what is going on with the case as well as Bella's injuries.

This chapter is not for the week, but it is very informative.

I have to thank my Beta Mandee for editing this for me. She is my medical genius and makes sure I have it correct or at least sounding good.

I also have to thank Sarah, who not only reads my stories, but really knows how to get Edward going. She is the only person I know who doesn't put up with his shenanigans. Lol She also helps me when Edward is too quiet in my head. Thank you Sarah love ya lots

Thank all of you for your love of this story and I love all your reviews even if I'm horrible at answering them.

Chapter 27: Faking A Roughing.

Charlie's POV

"God damn motherfucker!" I screamed as I banged my hands on my steering wheel over and over in frustration. I had left Bella's floor, thirty minutes ago, and was planning on heading over to headquarters. I hadn't gotten very far, I hadn't' even left the fucking parking lot. I had been sitting in this piece of shit SUV for the last twenty minutes crying like a Nancy. I didn't cry…ever. I was trained by the best of the best to never show any emotion or weakness, yet here I was crying like some little girl, because I couldn't handle what those bastards had done to my daughter. Oh God my poor Bella…my baby…my world.

Wasn't it bad enough I figured out what the fuck was going on when I saw the video tapes? Did I have to also see the damage to my baby girl? The fact I knew someone was helping Embry was obvious because of the damn disguise. When I watched the tapes, I thought I would find something Sam and Paul had missed, not a damn shit storm. As soon as I saw Embry's looks in the interrogation, the mole was a fucking dead giveaway. Yeah…I had expected to find something…what I hadn't expected was to find the perp to be my own motherfucking son…Paul. Why was he fucking doing this shit? He was my son in every sense of the word…I had raised him since thirteen for Christ sakes. I had supported him while he finished high school, supported his decision to become a cop, sat with him while he cried over Allison's death, and let him move the fuck back into my house after his divorce. Yet that little sonofabitch had been part of what happened to my daughter.

It took every ounce of control I had earlier to be around Paul without snapping his damn neck. I had all the training in the world to do it quickly and quietly and I could take him out easy without anyone being the wiser. I would have done it too, because this shit was pissing me the fuck off, to the point I was a ticking time bomb. I knew I had to get my shit in check, before I went off and ruined the case, but shit was different when the victim was your own daughter. That shit was harder than you could ever imagine. I would have to tread lightly and very secretively, around his pathetic motherfucking ass, to solve this case and put him away. If I got lucky I would have the chance to shoot him first. I rubbed my hand across my face, wiping away my sissy tears, and looked back toward the hospital. I had only left there thirty minutes ago, but it seemed like forever. I just kept praying the memory of what happened would disappear. What happened was too clear in my mind and it made me sick.

I knew I needed Paul gone so I told him and Sam to go get some rest. I started walking back toward Edward, who was sitting by Bella's room, fidgeting like crazy. He looked up just as I sat down next to him.

"What a God Damn mess." I sighed in frustration; over everything I had become privy too, as I rubbed my eyes. Edward grunted in response but just sat there bouncing his knee like a crack addict going through withdrawals. I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes, but there was no hope of getting any silence.

"What the fuck do you think they are doing in there?" He growled after a minute. I didn't have to ask who he was talking about, because the doctor and nurse were in Bella's room. Even though I didn't want to admit it, and he still annoyed the shit out of me sometimes, Edward loved my daughter. At least that was something good out of this fucked up situation.

"Their Job." Is all I replied and he grunted again, whether in agreement or a fuck you I wasn't sure, and started biting his nails. I closed my eyes again, but before I could doze off and catch some well needed rest, the door to Bella's room opened and we both stood up. A nurse smiled, as she left and walked down the hall, the doctor followed her out and shut the door. I took the last few steps so I was by him, as he stood in front of the door, and Edward instantly flanked me.

"Doc?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"She's doing well...she's sleeping," He said and I had to clench my jaw. My daughter might be healing okay but she was definitely not doing well. I had a feeling she wouldn't be doing well for a long time. The doctor continued.

"I know there are certain things you need to know considering this isn't…a normal case…" he paused and looked at Edward and back to me. He didn't want to break confidentiality, but I knew there was no way in hell Edward would be leaving for this shit. Edward must have gotten the gist of how the doctor was trying to dismiss him.

"Fuck that shit…I'm not leaving…That's my whole world in there." Edward growled as he pointed his finger toward Bella's room.

"He stays doc…whatever you have to tell me he can hear too."

The doctor nodded and took out a notebook from his jacket pocket.

"As you know your daughter was drugged." He said and I nodded to let him know I was listening. "Bella informed me she is confused about how long she was missing-"

"Yeah that's the same shit she told me." Edward interrupted.

"Yes…well your daughter..." He emphasized daughter more than necessary, probably out of frustration from Edwards's outburst.

"She suffered sensory deprivation…and the drugs were laced with a form of Flunitrazepam, but we can't trace just yet the exact brand…we're running tests so we'll know what we're dealing with better."

"She had fucking Rohypnol in her system." I growled and heard Edward gasp. The doctor didn't like my cussing much by the look on his face but I didn't give a damn. Rohypnol was bad shit anyway, but to mix it with the other drugs fuck…only God knew what that shit would do.

"I will have to do more research, but in my opinion with what your daughter has told me…I'd guess that is why she has had the time difference." I nodded and kept my mouth shut because I was too afraid of what I would say. I was fucking fuming and I wasn't the only one. I could feel the fury coming off Edward in waves.

"There are some other concerns I have that I will be doing additional testing for." The doctor said as he adjusted his glasses, but didn't continue fast enough for Edward.

"Testing…for what?" Edward questioned impatiently.

"Bella informed me she has had four menstrual cycles while in captivity, which I'm extremely concerned about. I need to find out if there is an underlying issue we've missed. Besides that she's extremely malnourished and dehydrated." He said and put his notebook back in his pocket.

"We have been treating the dehydration and malnourishment since she was brought in. We should see great improvement within the next twelve hours."

"That's good." I said with relief because other than the alternate tests it wasn't that bad.

"Yes…indeed, but…" The doctor said and my heart sank. "But" was never a good thing in this type of situation when it was given after all other diagnosis.

"Then there are a few other factors I'm concerned about." He said and adjusted his glasses once more.

"What factors?" I asked through clenched teeth. Praying to god they didn't tell me she was fucking pregnant, because that shit would make me lose it, and I wouldn't be able to control myself. Edward moved into my line of vision and I could see his fists clench and unclench at his sides.

"She thought she was sexually assaulted at least once daily," The doctor stated matter-of-factly. I growled and saw Edward tense up but the doctor continued.

"But as you know we found no signs of sexual assault in the rape kit. I'd like to run a more extensive exam in a few minutes, with your permission of course; since Isabella is sleeping…it will make it less evasive for her." The doctor said and I saw the blood drain from Edwards face.

"Extensive how?" I said over the lump in my own throat. I couldn't imagine my daughter going through another fucking violation…asleep or not.

"I would like to use a microscopic lens and look at her vaginal and anal walls for microscopic lesions." He said and I saw Edwards eyes pop wide and I had to hold back my own bile as I spoke.

"Why?" I whispered.

"In a rape kit, as you know, they look for tearing in the vaginal…anal walls. It tears when a victim tenses up…however, the amount of drugs in Isabella's system would relax her, so there would be no tearing like a regular victim…because she wouldn't have been able to tense up entirely…however, if there was any coherency at all during the alleged assaults she may have tensed up to her ability…this microscopic test will show if there are minor tears that were missed anitially…and we will know for sure if she was assaulted or not."

I nodded afraid of my voice. I looked over at Edward and saw a tear running down his cheek. He met my eyes and quickly wiped it away, before nearly collapsing down in the chair and pulling at his hair. I knew this was hard on him because it was fucking killing me.

"Other than that Isabella is doing well with the antibiotics and things are healing up nicely…even the wounds on her stomach and ankles." He said and my eyes popped wide.

"What wounds?" I asked with my eyebrows raised and I saw Edwards head snap toward the doctor. I had not heard anything about any damn wounds on my daughter.

"Hmmm…I guess your agent didn't inform you of those." The doctor said and I knew right away I wasn't going to like whatever was said next. The doctor turned and walked back into the room. I followed him in with Edward behind me.

"Since she is out for a few hours it will be easier to show you." The doctor said as he got to the end of Bella's bed. He carefully pulled the sheet back.

"Fuuuuck." I said and Edward hissed through his teeth as we saw what the doctor had revealed.

Bella had a belly button ring and she had the word princess carved in her stomach. Those were both better than what I saw on her legs. There were huge round wounds on Bella's ankles where something had been shoved under the skin. It almost looked like Bella had gauged her ankles, like kids do to their ears, except it was ten times worse. It actually looked like the holes you'd see on a cow carcass in a meat processing plant before they skin them. I swallowed hard, as it was getting hard for me to breathe over the lump in my throat, and clenched my jaw to keep my emotions in check. I didn't want to break down, but that was my little girl. It was fucking harder than I could have imagined, but somehow I managed. Edward wasn't so lucky. He was a total mess and had tears streaming down his face.

"What-" was all I was able to choke out over the lump.

The doctor told me the wounds on her stomach would heal up fine and they could graph the skin to remove the word. What I hated was when he confirmed my fears of it being meet hooks. That was when Edward excused himself and went outside. I could see he was holding on by a thread…fuck I was holding on by a thread. The doctor told me he was worried the wounds wouldn't heal properly and there might be bone and tissue damage. He said we wouldn't know shit until they healed. Even then Bella might have to have reconstructive surgery and physical therapy. I gave him my permission to do the fucking extra tests and he left to make arrangements. Bella wouldn't wake again before morning, so I went to find and tell Edward we should leave. I walked out the door and found him sobbing into his hands.

"Son?" I questioned and placed my hand on his shoulder.

"How did she survive…how Charlie…how?" He wiped his eyes with his hands and looked at me.

"I don't know kid." I said and sat down next to him barely keeping my own emotions in check.

"The doctor said this is going to be a hard road for her and she'll need us all." I said and he looked at me.

"I'm not going anywhere…I swear to you…I will be with her through whatever the fuck she has to do." He said and I nodded knowing he was dead serious.

"Edward." A woman's voice said and his head snapped in that direction. Edward was out of his seat and in the woman's arms before I could register the movement.

I was concerned about who the fuck was hugging him until I realized it was his parents. After being introduced I excused myself because I felt like an intruder on their intimate moment. That was when I decided to leave the hospital and ended up here crying like a baby.

I was fine at first. I went to the elevator and before I knew it I was opening my phone. I made the call quick and just as quickly snapped my phone shut. I was satisfied with my conversation with Waylon, that sonofabitch had always come through for me and I knew this time would be no different. He would do exactly what I asked, quietly and quickly. I prayed to fucking God that I was wrong, but deep down I knew I was very right. That was when I climbed in the SUV and realized the only way to keep Bella safe from Paul was to keep the bastard on the case. It would kill me to no end but to keep him close was the only way to make sure that mother fucker paid for what he did.

*sniffles* that was pretty sad shit there wasn't it? I wanted you to see how Charlie was holding up and also see why he doesn't just shoot Paul. I will reveal more in the next chapter. I'm hoping to do this last one with her in the hospital and then Bella comes home. I had only planned on twenty-eight chapters and as you can see the story has more to be told. I will keep writing. I hope you stick with me and keep reading. I have an outtake of Edwards interview with Sarah. It's quite interesting I assure you lol. I'll post it sometime in the future. Until next time.