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My Beautiful Rescue

Bella is the new girl in Forks. When a scare alerts her to some unexplainable activities, she doesn't know what to do. She soon finds herself in love with somebody who isn't exactly supposed to love her back. Bella/Carlisle

This is Bella/Carlisle m'dears. Just throwing that out there. If you don't like it DO NOT read it. Really. I don't want one star reviews shouting "THIS IS GROSS"... and if I get them, I may be forced to throw on of my knight friends at your face. :D

2. Expect the Unexpected

Rating 3.7/5   Word Count 1282   Review this Chapter

“Edward!” yelled Carlisle from behind the bronze-haired man.

The one Carlisle called Edward lunged at me, but Carlisle held him back. It was like Edward moved in fast motion. One minute he was coming towards me, and the next minute he was being restrained by Carlisle.

“Go. Alaska. now,” murmured Carlisle. “Take my car.”

Edward turned on his heel, abruptly calm, and marched straight out of the room.

My eyes grew wide. My breathing came in strangled gasps. I had no idea what had happened, but it scared me to pieces.

“Bella, are you okay?” asked Carlisle, still standing by the door. He held another bottle of pills in his hand.

I nodded.

“About... Edward,” he said reluctantly.

“You don't have to explain if you don't want to,” I breathed. I didn't want to be rude and but into his personal life. There was no way to explain what I'd just seen, but I had a feeling I wasn't supposed to know anything about it.

I was wide awake now. The adrenaline in my veins was forcing my eyes to stay open.

“How's your head?” he asked, changing the subject.

“I'll survive,” I replied. I had broken my head open many times before, after all.

A small, almost pixie-like, girl entered the room at that point.

“I saw him go, but I don't know why!”she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. She moved so smoothly, just like Carlisle did. Like Edward, too. It was almost disturbingly graceful.

Carlisle cleared his throat. “Alice, I'm with a patient right now,” he said calmly.

Her eyes swung to meet mine. Suddenly, she closed her eyes and grabbed her head. She rocked back and forth ever so slightly. I saw Carlisle tense up.

Her eyes flung open. “Oh, Carlisle,” she whimpered. “Why... how could you do that?” Without another word, she turned around and ran a little too quickly out the door.

Carlisle looked at me, his eyes wide. I was beginning to wonder if they put me in the psych ward by mistake. Two strange things had happened in less than five minutes. Maybe Forks was making me crazy.

I heard big, clunking steps coming from the hallway. The only person I knew who could make such a racket while they walked was Charlie.

Sure enough, he appeared in the doorway a second later.

“Hi, Bells,” he said, moving to the side of my bed.

“Hey, dad.”

“So, how's she's doing?” Charlie asked Carlisle.

“We've decided that she'll survive.” He winked at me slyly. “You can take her home right now, as a matter of fact. She'll even be fine to go to school tomorrow, as long as she doesn't mind having a big gash on her head.”

Charlie laughed heartily.


Once I was at home lying in my bed, the day's strange events hit. I wondered why Carlisle's family had acted so funny. Eventually, I drifted into a dreamless sleep. The rain hitting the window made me too restless to dream.

When my alarm went off in the morning, I groaned. It was going to be a long day.

I dressed for the weather, which was rainy, of course. A heavy long-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans were the warmest clothes I had.

I shuffled to the bathroom, toiletries in hand. I examined myself in the mirror. The bright red scratch on my head was easily hidden by my hair, thank goodness. It was bad enough I was the new girl. A big dent in my head would cause my first day to be even more uncomfortable.

I went downstairs after I'd prepared for the day. One bowl of cereal later, I was nice and toasty in my truck. Sure, it sounded like a semi-truck, but there was bound to be a flaw or two with a truck as old as mine.

Forks High School... it was hardly noticeable among the trees that lined the highway. I pulled into the parking lot and searched for a place to park. Only the spaces farthest away from the school were empty.

I huddled as deep into my jacket as I could go when I stepped out of my truck. It was a shame to leave the hot, comfortable cab, but I had to get my schedule from the front office.

I stepped into the warm office building. Behind a tall counter sat a woman who was shuffling papers around her desk. Her head barely reached beyond the counter top. A name plate identified her as Mrs. Cope.

“I'm Isabella Swan, and I'm here to pick up my schedule,” I said.

“Oh yes, I have it right here.” She picked up a paper off of the top of one of the many piles on her desk. “Have a nice day,” she said, getting back to her work.

On the back of the sheet was a map. It looked simple enough. My first class was history, building three.

I left the main building, and set out on a search for building three. Soon enough, it popped into view. I saw several other people heading towards the building, and I steered clear of them. I didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to myself.

When I entered, every face in the room turned in my direction. I stumbled to an empty chair in the back. There was a black-haired boy sitting in the chair next to mine.

“Hi, I'm Eric Yorkie,” he said. He smiled brightly.

“I'm Bella,” I murmured.

“Yeah, Chief Swan's daughter,” he commented.

“That's me.”

He didn't say anything for the rest of the class, but I saw him steal sidelong glances at me during the whole period.

When the bell rang, he stood up quickly. “Can I walk you to your next class?” he asked.

“Sure,” I agreed. At least I wouldn't need the map.

“Where are you headed?”

“Uhm...” I pulled out my schedule. “Building six.”

“Great! I'm headed to building four, it's right on the way.”

It continued in that same pattern for the rest of the morning. I'd met a boy named Mike, and a girl named Jessica. Both had walked me to a few of my classes. I learned that with Jessica, all I had to do was nod occasionally. I didn't actually have to contribute to the conversation.

When the lunch bell rang, Jessica grabbed my arm. She pulled me to the cafeteria, babbling the entire way.

She opened the door and I gasped. Sitting at a table in the corner was Alice, and she was surrounded by three other painfully beautiful students.

Jessica heard my outburst. “Those are the Cullen's,” she explained, leading me to a table. “The one with the short hair is Alice, the blond one next to her is Jasper. Emmett is the big one, Rosalie is the other blond one.” She paused. “There's usually another one, Edward is his name.”

She continued onto a different conversation with the people at the lunch table when she was finished telling me about the Cullens. I couldn't take my eyes off of the four at the table across the room.

While I was staring, Alice's eyes met mine. She stood up, gracefully of course, and headed towards the table I was sitting at.

My heart skipped a beat. There was no way she was coming to talk to me. All the chatter around me stopped.

Alice came to a halt in front of the table. “Hi, Bella. My name is Alice Cullen. I was wondering if I could speak to you outside, please?”

Everyone there was gaping at me, mouths wide open and everything.

I stood up without a word and followed her outside.