As soon as I closed the door behind me, I noticed Phil sitting down on the recliner. He kept his eyes on me as I made my way towards the stairs, wanting nothing more than to get away from any bullshit that he might want to start. "Hold it for a second, Isabella."
I looked over my shoulder, doing what he told me to do as I stopped. "Yeah?"
"Sit," he ordered, nodding towards the couch.
Taking a seat, I raised an eyebrow as his silence while he kept his attention on the TV screen. "Okay?"
"I just got off the phone with Billy Black."
Fuck. Already, man?
"Oh," I whispered, trying to think of how I was going to handle this.
He attention left the TV and turned to me as he started reaching into his pocket. "Do you want to know what we talked about, Isabella?"
"I don't kn—"
"He wanted to know how you were holding up," he interrupted me, bringing out his pocket knife and setting it down on the hand-rest of the recliner. "What I want to know, sweetheart, is why Mr. Black is wondering about your well being."
I kept my eyes on the knife as I went to answer him. "I'm no—"
"He's suspicious," he interrupted again, his voice low. "How he became that way, you tell me."
"Phil, I don't know," I mumbled as I stood up, "I didn't say anyth—"
"Enough!" he yelled, pushing himself off of the recliner as he grabbed a hold of his knife. I held my hands up in the air as he pointed at me, making his way around the table. "You're a lying piece of shit!"
"Phil," I started, "I swear, I didn't say anything."
He growled as he punched my face, the force of the hit causing me to fall back down onto the couch. "This is it, Isabella," he whispered, straddling me. "It looks like you might see your daddy sooner than you thought."
I cried out as his knees held my arms down to my sides, rendering me useless. "Pl—"
He interrupted my words as he moved his body up mine, so that he was sitting on top of my chest. "You're only going to make it worse for yourself," he spat, running the dull side of his pocket knife along my throat as my breathing stuttered, causing my entire body to tense up.
"No," I whispered, holding my breath, "Phil."
He hissed in absolute resentment as he placed his hands over my throat, cutting off even more of my air supply. "Shut up."
I struggled underneath him while I tried to slap his motherfucking hands off of me, my vision beyond blurry with my head feeling as if it was going to explode from the lack of oxygen that he was depriving me of.
This is it. I'm dead.
He let go of my throat and I started swallowing air in. "I want you to be awake for this," Phil murmured, his eyes on my torso as he took a hold of my hoodie and tee shirt before slicing through them, ignoring my loud cry as he left me in my bra.
He leaned down and stuck his tongue into my open mouth as he threw the torn fabric down onto the floor. I tried pushing him away, but with my crying, it wasn't working. When I felt the blade running along my sides, I sucked in my stomach. "Please, Phil," I begged. "Put the knife aw—"
I choked when I felt it slice through my skin, easily.
My body froze as I tried to keep quiet, to not scream at the pain.
Sitting up, he kept his eyes on me and when he had my attention, he hummed, pushing the blade down, a bit deeper, carving my skin. "Look at how beautiful you are, my Isabella," he whispered, moving his gaze down to where his fingers were moving. "Everyone will know that you're mine now."
I closed my eyes, trying not to move so that the shit wouldn't push more.
My eyes opened when I heard the knife hit the floor. He grabbed a hold of my face and pushed it, forcing my head into the cushion as he punched me in the mouth, once...twice...three times too fucking many. I started screaming and thrashing around, but he didn't mind. "Phil, stop, please!" I yelled weakly.
He growled, using my sore body to push himself off of me. "You're mine, Isabella. Always remember that." I leaned over and fell off of the couch, screaming for help that I knew wouldn't come. He laughed and kicked the shit out of my goddamn shoulder, looking down at me. "Get up."
I coughed up blood, choking on it as I tried to breath in air, not liquid. The asshole took a hold of my wrists and dragged me through the living room. After he opened the front door, he bent over and threw my body over his shoulder, my energy completely gone as I let my limbs hang freely. My eyelids began drifting shut, but as I was tossed onto the grass, they snapped open and I hissed in pain. I looked up at Phil as he pinned me down with his foot, and met his glare. "Goddamn good for nothing piece of shit. Just like your daddy."
"Fuck you," I spat before I cried out in agony as his foot slammed itself into my leg.
"Bye, Isabella," he growled, pointing his gun at my head.
"No," I hissed, taking my good leg and kicking it out, where it hit him in the kneecap. He lost his footing and fell down onto the grass with a grunt before he crawled over to me, taking his knife out of his pocket. I tried to move away, but before I could even think about it, the blade that he was holding sliced through my thigh, causing me to gasp in shock as soon as I felt the motherfucker. "Jesus Christ."
"Hey! What's going on?" a familiar voice shouted from the distance as I started dozing off. "I'm going to call the co—Bells?"
Oh shit…Jake.
My eyes opened when I heard Phil curse. I went to sit up, but he quickly pulled the knife out of my thigh and I fell back down onto the wet grass with a grunt, watching the motherfucker run off towards the back yard.
Jake yelled my name as he slid down next to me a couple of seconds later. "Fuck, what happened to you?"
I waved him off, silently telling him to leave me alone as I rolled onto my side, trying to cover up my ass.
Because here I fucking am...basically naked.
He sat back and yanked on his shirt, taking it off. Leaning over my tense body, J started pulling on my arms to try to loosen up the grip that I had around myself. He easily succeeded within seconds, seeing as to how I didn't have any fight left in me, shoving his tee over my torso. He started patting down his jeans for his cell, his frightened gaze staying on my face. "Bells, please…keep your eyes open, don't close them."
I shook my head. "J, I'm okay, sto—"
"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZ—" he stopped his shouting as whoever was on the other line interrupted it. "I need an ambulance, now!"
I took a hold of his hand and squeezed it as I closed my eyes.
He continued shouting and cursing, but I couldn't make out any of his words.
My eyes opened when a sudden pain ripped itself through my entire body. "Bells! Please, stay with me..."
"Don't...say...anythi—" My eyes closed on their own, my words coming out nonexistent.
I was so fucking cold, and tired.
Physically and Emotionally.
I felt my body drift off, and I smiled.
It's over.
Finally.
"Bella? Open your eyes for me," someone whispered from beside me. I closed them tighter, not listening, as I tried to go back to the darkness that consumed me for a while. "Come on, sweetheart, open your eyes."
I gasped, the inhale pushing itself through my clenched teeth.
My fucking leg was on fire!
I opened my eyes and looked around the white room.
Dr. Cullen?
I groaned as he sighed in relief, closing his eyes. "Oh, thank God."
This is fucking perfect.
Here I am, alive first of all, and with Edward's Pop nonetheless.
"What am I…doing at the hospital?" I whispered, my voice raw.
Meeting my eyes, he raised a brow. "Bella, you don't remember how you got here?"
"Nope," I gritted before I hissed in pain as I tried to push myself up from the stupid hospital bed that I was laying on. "I want to go home, now."
He shook his head as he pushed me back down. "Stay put. You're going to hurt yourself more."
"Am I okay?" I asked, closing my eyes as I held back my growl.
"Now you are," he answered, his voice tense.
My eyes opened as I heard him walking away from me, and when he reached the door and looked out of the small window as he locked it, my annoyance won over. "So, why can't I leave? I'm okay, what am I here for?"
"Bella, I need to ask you a few questions," he whispered, heading back over to me. He pulled a chair over to the side of my bed and took a seat as he kept his eyes on mine, causing my own to roll at him before a sharp inhale left my throat, because even that shit was painful. "Do you remember anything?"
"Nothing," I said quickly.
"Nothing?" he repeated, not at all believing me.
"You didn't hear me the first time?" I hissed, frustrated. "Well I guess that I should get comfortable because that's the first question that you asked me and it took about thirty seconds out of your time and mine."
He grinned as he lowered his head. "He was right. You are difficult."
I shrugged, hiding my grimace. "If you're talking about Assward, then you need to reevaluate your sources. He's the one who's difficult."
"You came in two nights ago, by ambulance," he whispered, ignoring the advice that I gave him. "You were in pretty bad shape, Bella, and I'm just wondering how you got that way."
"I don't remember," I lied, looking away from him.
"Bella, I'm only trying to help you."
"Then let me go."
"I'm not discharging you until you tell me something," he threatened.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Dr. Cul—"
"Carlisle," he interrupted with a smirk.
"Look, Carlisle, I really don't remember anything, alright? If I did, I would have said something already, just to get you off of my case."
He nodded as he stood up. "Well then, since you seem to be having memory problems, maybe your visitors should come in and try to help you remember."
I sat up quickly and hissed before I laid back down. "What — who?"
He ignored me and walked over to the door before he unlocked it.
Low and fucking behold…Edward.
Wait…and J?
What the hell is he doing here?
"Try to get something, son. I can't," Carlisle whispered.
Edward nodded, glaring at me while J stood by the doorway with his head lowered, avoiding my eyes. After Carlisle stepped out of the room, the kid looked over at him and nudged his shoulder, but J shook his head before he turned around to leave.
I gritted my teeth as Edward walked in, shutting the door after him. "Well, you look great and shit."
"Thanks," I replied just as sarcastically.
Walking up to my bed, he raised an eyebrow. "So?"
"So, what?" I questioned.
He rolled his eyes as he sat down on the chair that Carlisle pulled up to my bedside earlier. "What the fuck happened?"
"Look, my answer to your question isn't going to be any different from what I told your Pop, Edward. So, I suggest that you stop wasting your time."
Leaning back, he shook his head as he placed his arms across his chest. "Jas is leaving the apartment and moving into Alice's place. You're moving in with me."
I laughed and then cringed. "Uh, no I am not."
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Yes. You are."
"Oh, okay, watch how fast that happens."
"Do you want to make this more difficult then it has to be, Bae?" he asked, standing up. "Because I have no problem in making it as difficult as you want me to."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
Bringing out his cell phone, he flipped it open and pressed a couple of buttons before placing it against his ear. "Hey, Emmett, it's me Edwa—"
I grabbed the phone out of his hand and snapped it shut. "Stop."
"Then you stop," he replied.
"Edward, I am not mo—"
"Dad!" Edward shouted, keeping his eyes on mine as he interrupted me.
I threw my head back onto the pillow and groaned from the act when it felt like I tossed a bunch of goddamn rocks at it instead. Seeing Carlisle open the door and step into the room with a wide smile, I ground my teeth together. "I'm telling Esme," I threatened.
They both rolled their eyes at me.
Like father, like fucking son.
Figures.
"Bella, she isn't going to be on your side anyway, so do what you want to do but it won't help your cause."
Carlisle nodded, agreeing with Edward's words. "So, what's going on?"
"Bella doesn't remember a lot," Edward whispered, looking at his Pop as I glared at him. "But, I know some shit, so if you have any questions, you can ask me."
"Well, start telling me what you know, son."
"Bella lives at home with he—"
"Edward," I whispered, interrupting him before I grabbed a hold of his hand that was laid over the rail that was next to my shoulder, "please, don't."
He looked down at me and I shook my head as tears started running down my cheeks. He groaned, taking a hold of my face before angrily wiping them away. "Fuck, Bella. Just move in with me for a few weeks...until you get your shit together."
Carlisle's beeper rang, the sound echoing throughout the quiet room. "I'll be back, kids."
I turned my attention back to Edward when the door shut behind Carlisle. "I'm not moving in with you."
"You're not staying in that goddamn house," he hissed.
"I'll stay with Andy."
"Why the hell would you stay at Andy's, when I'm offering you a place at my apartment?"
I shook my head at him and then cringed from the motion.
He rolled his eyes. "Would you stop trying to move your head?"
I laughed and groaned at the same time, my throat dry and raw.
He pursed his lips. "And your mouth."
I went to smack him and hissed, my abdomen muscles sore.
"How about you just don't fucking move at all, yeah?" he laughed.
I gave him a small smile. "Right."
Taking a seat again, he raised an eyebrow. "So? What do you think?"
"Edward, can you just do me this one goddamn solid and just drop it? I won't go back home, and I'll stay out of Phil's way. I'll be good."
"Fuck, Bella!" he growled, shooting up from his seat with his hands up in the air. "Do what the hell you need to goddamn do." Walking away from me, he shook his head. "I'll see you around."
Prick.
He just wants his way and he's not used to not getting it.
Well, news flash, ass! I'm not like every bitch you know.
Yeah. I'm in a pissed the hell off goddamn mood and I just want to leave this God forsaken hospital.
Carlisle came back into the room and as he closed the door behind him, his eyes met mine. "Well, you look like you want to hurt a certain someone," he stated with a small grin, walking over to my bed.
"Look, Dr. Cul—"
"Carlisle," he interrupted.
"CARLISLE!" I shouted and then covered my mouth because that was rude. "Sorry, I uh, didn't mean to yell at you like that...well, not really, anyway," I added, just keeping it real.
He waved his hands around, dismissing my apology. "Don't worry about it. Bella, I'm not trying to make you angry or upset, but this is my job. I'm here to care for my patients and right now, you're one of them."
"Carli—"
"Just listen to me for a minute," he interrupted, adjusting my blanket. "By law, I can't report abuse with an adult unless my patient wants me to." He shook his head at me as he saw that I was about to interrupt. "But sweetheart," he whispered, nodding at my body, "this is ridiculous."
I looked away, tired of this shit. "Carlisle, I'm fine."
He took a hold of my face and brought it back so that I was looking at him. "Bella, you're not fine."
"I'm not being abused," I groaned. "I'm alright, you can ask anyone. I fall down a lot, simply because I can't walk through a perfectly even floor without tripping over my own two feet."
He frowned. "Well, if you're telling me you're not being abused, then I guess that I have to let you go."
"Thank you," I whispered.
"I'll go and get your discharge papers ready."
He stood there for a few seconds with his eyes on mine, expecting me to change my mind, but I wasn't going to give him that. "Okay."
He lowered his head and shook it before he turned around and left my room, without another word said.
Fuck.
I pressed the call button and he popped right back into the room, looking kind of hopeful. "Can I uh, use the phone? I have to call someone to come over here and get me, and I don't know where all of my stuff is."
"Of course," he whispered, holding up his cell phone. I raised an eyebrow at the doc's risky behavior, and he grinned as he walked over to me. "Don't look at me like that, Bella. I have some say in here." I snorted as the man gave me his cell before heading back out. "I'll give you some privacy."
"Bella, where the fuck are you?" Rose shouted as soon as she picked up. "I have been trying to get a hold of you for hours, you bitch!"
I grinned at her dramatics. "Rose, can you do me a favor?"
"Where are you?" she repeated, ignoring me.
"I'm at the hospital, do you think you could come pi—"
"Hospital!" she yelled, interrupting me. "What the fuck happened?"
"Rose, calm down, I'm goo—"
"Tell me that you're good, Bella, and I'll fucking kill you myself!" I rolled my eyes and went to tell her to calm her shit again, but her voice interrupted me, again. "Oh, just shut up, I'm on my way, stay the hell put."
"Ro—" and dial tone.
Bitch.
I heard a knock against the open door as I flipped the phone shut. Looking up, my eyes met Jake's eyes for a split second as he walked in, but then he quickly turned his back to me and closed the door.
And he just stood there, not facing me, for a couple of minutes.
I started, not comfortable with his silence and tense demeanor. "J, don't be like th—"
"What the fuck," he interrupted, turning around, "did I see that night?"
I shook my head as I exhaled loudly. "Jake, I'm oka—"
"Don't," he interrupted, his eyes narrowed in my direction, "even think about telling me that you're okay."
I don't exactly remember what he saw.
I don't even remember when he came into the picture to begin with.
Did the kid see Phil?
"Who did this to you, Bells?" he asked in a whisper, his voice a bit shaky as he walked over to my bed. When he reached me and closed his eyes, I took a hold of his hand. "Please tell me who the hell did this to you and let me take care of it...in a goddamn second."
Interlacing our fingers together, I lied. "I don't know."
"You're hiding something from me," he stated in a calm voice, gripping onto my fingers with his own. "And the thing that pisses me off is that I didn't notice this shit earlier."
"I'm not hiding anything, Jake," I lied, again. "I don't remember."
He shook his head as he untangled our fingers. When he walked away from me, I gritted my teeth, pissed off at no one but myself, because I absolutely hated lying to the kid. As he reached the door, he looked over his shoulder. "I love you, Bells."
"I love you too, J."
He nodded before he lowered his head and walked out, not looking back.
Twenty Minutes Later
Rose came charging into my room with Carlisle running after her, and I scrunched my eyebrows together. "Ms, you can't be here," he told her as he grabbed a hold of her arms from behind.
I grimaced as Rose turned around with a glare. "Oh s—"
A second later, she interrupted me as she lifted her leg and kneed him.
Right in the sac.
"Shi—oot!" Carlisle yelped, falling onto the floor, cupping himself.
"Rose!" I yelled and then hissed as I went to sit up. Grinding my teeth together, I threw myself back onto the bed with a growl. "Jesus Christ, you just kneed the fucking doctor, hookah!"
"Whatever, he's not God, ordering me around and shit," she spat.
Not a second later, she placed her finger underneath her chin with scrunched together eyebrows, staring at the man who was laying down on the floor in the fetal position.
I pursed my lips, waiting for it.
"But, he does remind me of someone. I just can't think of wh—" she froze with a gasp before she looked over at me and pointed down at Carlisle. "Oh shit! That's smirkward's Pop!"
I snorted and grimaced at the same time. "Smirkward?"
She rolled her eyes at me as she started heading over to the bed, waving off the paralyzed doctor. "What the hell, Honey B?"
I ignored Rose's glare as I looked down at the floor. "Carlisle, shit, are you okay?"
"Perfect," he grunted, pushing himself up to his feet. He gave me a nod and Rose a shake of the head before he turned around to head towards the door. "I'll uh, leave you ladies alone. Call me if you need me, Bella."
"Talk," she ordered as soon as the door shut behind him.
"Rose, can we just get out of here, please, and then I'll tell you everything, okay?"
"Fine," she mumbled, helping me sit up.
Once we were on the road, Rose raised an eyebrow at me. "So? What the fuck happened?"
"Phil freaked out for some reason, hence me ending up at the hospital." She went to say something, but I held my hand up, stopping her. "I'm out of there, Rose. I'm not going back to that house, so just please let me have one goddamn minute in peace. Don't lecture me, okay?"
She gripped onto her steering wheel as she nodded, unsatisfied with my answer. "Fine."
While I was passed out from the meds or what not, the good ol' doc put my leg in a cast and bandaged up my cuts. I haven't seen anything yet, and to tell you the God honest truth, I didn't even want to.
The damage to my stomach, I was unaware of. I just knew that it was as sore as a mother, and that I had to change the bandages that were over them every so often, which I am so looking forwards to doing...let me tell you.
I looked over at Rose, who was staring strait ahead. "So…" I whispered, "work tonight, yeah?"
Her eyes snapped to mine. "You're going to work like that?" she asked in disbelief.
I narrowed my eyes at her. "What's the fucking problem?"
Stopping at a red light, she threw her hands up in front of her. "Get real, Bella! Your leg is in a fucking cast, for one. And, how about your stomach? I didn't get to see whatever damage is underneath those bandages, but by the way that you hiss every time that you move, it doesn't look like you're going to go to work at any time soon."
"Great," I groaned, looking out my window. "Just fucking great."
"I'm dropping you off at Andy's place?"
I nodded.
"Why can't you just stay with us?"
Looking over at her again, I shook my head. "Rose, I'm not moving in with you, or with Pix, or with Jake, or even with Edward. So everyone needs to stop asking me."
"Edward?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Why would you move in with him?"
"That's not important," I told her. "I'm just going to stay at Andy's for a few days"
"And then what?"
Returning my attention back to the trees that we were passing, I shrugged. "I'll think about that when the time comes."
She didn't say anything in return and I sighed, content with the silence.
I just needed everyone off of my fucking case.
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