Here's some more of Charlie's POV and the first of Jacob's POV. This story will have multiple POVs. Charlie was an underdeveloped character, and he deserved more. On top of that, the way abuse affects the survivor's family and friends. There is always a lot of guilt with the ones that love them most. These feelings will have a large impact on the story and will affect Bella's recovery, despite this being a situation more severe than a human-human relationship. There is more control and helplessness because of what Edward is, and it's important to note that.

There is going to be self-blame and depictions of violence in this story. There will be imagery of the injuries and of her state of mind. These have been added to the tags, so please heed them. I wish you all the best. If you feel like there are some inaccuracies, or you are worried about anything that might not be tagged yet, please contact me.

Charlie had never met this Cullen before. She was tall and blonde, with dark eyes. She wore a frown like it was the only expression she could make. She looked nervous; her leg tapped up and down as she sat in the chair, her eyes flitting around the room at things Charlie couldn't see. She had introduced herself as Rosalie Cullen, and then taken a seat beside him. A sweet scent had wafted off of her as she sat gracefully. Charlie had been too exhausted to really understand why she was sitting next to him, but a little anger had risen to the surface from her name.

"What are you doing here?" Charlie managed to keep most of his anger from his voice, but what little leaked through didn't cause her to react. (Although, who wouldn't understand his anger? His daughter was in the hospital with signs of abuse, and here was the sister of the one he blamed).

"I'm the one who brought Bella here. You are her father, right?" Her voice was soft, tempered with her sympathy for him, despite the frown on her face.

Charlie was startled as he realized that this woman, (girl? If she was one of the Cullen kids, she went to high school with Bella, right?), might have more information on the situation. "Yeah, that's me. Do you know what happened? I can only glean so much from the report they're gonna give me here soon."

Rosalie winced, her face twisting up in this strange amalgamation of pain and sympathy. "Bella was struck, by Edward, I'm sure. I wasn't there when it happened, but I was in the aftermath. The family had been out, leaving them home by themselves." A dark glare took over her face, triggering a panicked feeling in Charlie's head. Seeing her angry made a pit grow in his stomach. He wasn't sure what it was, but he didn't like it. "We should never have left them alone. I realize that now. He has been so strange lately, and I should have seen it coming. I only went back by chance."

Rosalie looked down the hall, perking up at something he couldn't see. "I have to go, but here is my number. You can contact me if you need anything. I am sure that the police will be arriving at our home to ask questions, but this is separate from that. All I ask is that you let me know when she wakes up; I'm worried about her," She said, turning back to him, and giving him a small piece of paper with a string of numbers on it. Before Charlie could reply or get out any more of his burning questions, she stood and left.

Charlie watched her walk down the hall opposite the one she had stared down, thoughts flooding his head. Everything was confusing, and he was exhausted. He just wanted his daughter home, and safe. He likely wouldn't get that; he wouldn't get it anytime soon. He turned his head and looked back to where she had been looking, and he saw them. Billy was being assisted by Jacob and Sam Uley. Charlie hadn't seen Sam since September. He'd only heard whispers and rumors, and his daughter loudly yelling that she hated him. (Despite her accusations, she had suspiciously spent a lot of time with his little 'gang' only days later. Charlie thought it was funny). Billy raised his hand in acknowledgment, and Jacob pushed his father down the hall a little faster.

"Charlie," Billy said, his tone filled with questions he did not voice. Charlie nodded at Sam and Jacob as they took the seats beside him. Charlie felt an overwhelming gratitude for them; he didn't want to be alone.

"Oh, Billy. He really got her. And I don't think this was the first time," Charlie said. He put his head in his hands, his throat seizing up as he choked back tears. A warm hand found its way to his shoulder. He looked up to see Billy give him a look he couldn't decipher.

"What happened?" Billy asked, giving him a moment to take a breath, before leaning back.

"He hit her, as far as I'm aware. Those fuckers left the two of them alone at their house. He hit her, and it's so bad that they're still taking stock of her injuries. All the doctor could tell me was that her face is in a bad state. She's got fractures in her upper arms, and a concussion. One that was bad enough to knock her unconscious. It's not confirmed that he hit her, but there's no way her clumsy nature could'a caused this." Charlie finally cried. His voice had been cut off with a sob as tears streamed down his face. (Charlie couldn't remember the last time he had cried. Had it been when his parents died? When Renee took his little girl?) Charlie wiped the back of his hand across his face, trying to situate himself enough to continue.

"I'm gonna get a basic rundown here soon. Should give me more of an idea. I can't even handle this situation myself. The guys at the station have to take it over. I'm too close to it." Charlie kept his eyes on the wall as he let the guys absorb it all.

Jacob, who had been so quiet since arriving, was shaking in his seat, nearly vibrating. Charlie could hear him gritting his teeth as the darkest look he'd ever seen on the boy's face was born. "I'm gonna kill 'em."

Charlie sat back, shock quieting his tears. "Kid, ya know you can't." Charlie was sure, for a brief moment, however, that if given the chance, Jacob could and would. The young man was much taller than he'd been only months before. His musculature showed through his tight t-shirts, and his face bore hard lines that weren't there previously. (Charlie worried that the kid would seek out Edward and make the situation worse. As much as he would love to hunt that asshole down, he knew he couldn't and shouldn't).

Jacob's face hardened further for a moment before grief overrode it. "I know, Charlie. I just-" Jacob turned his head away, cutting himself off. He was gripping at his knees with a white-knuckle grip. He looked ready to break, and Charlie completely understood. (The kid had long loved his daughter. It didn't help that she had snubbed him for Edward so recently. Now she was being hurt by that same person. Who wouldn't be upset?)

Charlie's pondering was interrupted by a nurse walking over, a manilla folder in her hands. "Chief Swan?"

Charlie stood up, trying to make himself appear more in control of himself. "Yes? What can I do for you?"

The woman looked tired. She had deep bags beneath her eyes, and her hair was tied up in a bun that looked to be coming loose. "Your daughter is about to be allowed to have visitors. However, the Deputy wanted to go in first. He told me to tell you that you know protocol, and aren't to ask questions until he has." Charlie nodded, already expecting that they'd want to see her before he could. (Even though he had been expecting it, it didn't hurt less). He was just a little confused that they hadn't gone to him first.

"I know," he said, a weak smile on his face. The nurse nodded and handed him the folder.

"This has everything we know so far. Once the swelling goes down, we'll get a better idea, and get some scans done. When you do go see her, she will be heavily wrapped up. Even if she is conscious, we advise that you don't touch her. We don't want to worsen anything." The nurse had a soft look on her face, but Charlie ignored it. He could only focus on how bad it seemed to be.

Charlie nodded absentmindedly and went back to his chair. When the nurse finally walked away, he opened the folder and started reading. Charlie had only read a paragraph when he had to take a moment to breathe. It was bad, and there was nothing he could do about it. He wanted to yell and hunt down that boy. He wanted to make him suffer, and he wanted to hold Bella close. She didn't deserve this. No one did, but especially not his daughter. She was such a good kid. She did her best despite everything that she was going through. She was kind and hardworking, and she didn't deserve any of what that boy had done.

Charlie felt tears roll down his face as he kept reading. Billy, Sam, and Jacob watched as this strong man seemed to collapse at mere words on a page.

Charlie looked up a few minutes later, shutting the folder with a single hand. He gripped it hard and glared at the wall. "He broke her fucking face. He hit her so hard that they think the bones in her face are broken. He gave her a massive concussion. They fear she might have memory issues because of it. He gave her fractures in her arms. There are bruises everywhere. There's more, but I-" He threw the folder at the wall, standing up. "I just can't say. I'm sorry. I need to take a breather. I'll be right back." And Charlie stomped away, leaving the folder and its contents sprawled on the floor.

Jacob knew that one day there would be consequences of Bella dating the freak, but he could never have imagined this.

The ride to the hospital had been quiet. His father had sat in the front seat, (Jacob awkwardly trying to contort his large body in the back seat), his face pensive. Sam, the ever-stoic Alpha was glaring at the road over the wheel. It was as if his anger and confusion were a heavy blanket in the car. (Jacob felt that he was suffocating beneath it, despite his lungs easily pulling in air. There was no other way to describe the way he felt).

When they had finally gotten to the hospital, (the ride far too long for Jacob's liking), they all got out quietly. The only sounds that came from the three of them were even breaths and the rolling of Billy's wheels. (He was rolling himself, but it was clear he was tired. Jacob had silently offered to take over for him, and his father acquiesced with a nod). The group made their way inside and asked for directions to Charlie. The hustle and bustle of the staff put them all on edge, (Jacob just hoped that it wasn't all for one person).

As they went down the last hall, both Sam and Jacob went on alert. They could smell one of the leeches, and it wasn't the distinct smell of Carlisle or Edward. It put them further on edge, and Jacob just wanted it all done with. He was so exhausted from the Cold Ones and all the suffering they had put the Pack through. He wanted to be a teenager again. He was angry at missing the last bit of high school, and how it would set him back when he could finally join society properly. He was tired of what it had done to Bella, Sam, Leah, and Emily. He was angry and he hated it. (He had never been an angry person, and now he felt it all the time. Was he a monster now? Was he a person? It was hard to convince himself that he was, especially with the one person who made him feel like it was gone).

Charlie was facing them, watching them with tired eyes. His face was filled with quiet grief, and it all hit Jacob like a truck. It was Bella because of course it was. Whatever else could it be? Whatever could draw them to the hospital? He should have realized it so much sooner. And that was likely the source of the smell too. (His chest grew tight, something snapping at him, begging him to find the problem and fix it). Jacob could feel his ever-present anger rise to the surface again. He was so tired of it, but he couldn't help it. How could he?

Jacob sat and listened and watched as Charlie, one of the strongest men he knew, broke down. Charlie didn't deserve to feel like that. He shouldn't have to watch as his daughter suffered, and he didn't deserve to feel guilty. Jacob could see the guilt and grief all over Charlie's face. It aged the man and pulled at his lips. It tugged tears down his face and drew sobs from his throat. All Jacob could feel at the sight was terrible anger. It filled him to the brim and spilled over like like it just kept pouring into him. He was a cup with boiling water being drained into it, no bottom to the kettle in sight. (An overwhelming need to scream joined the painful outrage. He wanted to tell Charlie everything he knew and tear every last one of the leeches apart. He wanted their stone bodies strewn over the beach and engulfed in flames. He wanted to tear and eviscerate them). And then Charlie got the folder.

Jacob watched Charlie read and saw the man somehow grow more distressed and tormented by the words. Jacob could feel his body practically vibrate with anger as Charlie stood up and threw the folder. As Charlie walked away, Jacob stood and quietly gathered the papers. Words caught his eye as he tucked them back into the little paper folder. "Severe ecchymosis observed-" and "likely comminuted zygomatic fracture-" latched into his thoughts as he took back to his seat. It wasn't his place to look through the paperwork. It wasn't. He had heard what Charlie had said, but he couldn't really understand what the words meant. She was hurt though, and that's what really mattered. (Part of him wanted to know what those words meant though, so he could directly understand some of what happened).

"Hey, Dad?" Jacob asked, trying to calm down as he formed the questions in his mind. "What does ecchymosis mean?"

Billy frowned at his son for a moment and then answered. "If I remember correctly, it means bruising. I'm sure, however, we will eventually see it for ourselves. Don't worry about that medical paperwork, though. It's mostly hospital jargon." Billy looked towards where Charlie had walked away and continued speaking. "Let us just focus our thoughts on Charlie and Bella. We will need more information so we can decide how to proceed."

Jacob knew he was right. They knew some of it, and soon they would know more. What mattered most was how things would proceed once they knew it. They needed a plan, and from the look on Sam's face, he was already forming one.

Jacob needed patience. Something that he had plenty of, after all, he had been waiting for Bella for a long time.