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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

4. Soon Enough

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As the weeks drew on, I didn't see Carlisle at all. I did hear about him, however. There was a buzz around town that Carlisle and Esme were having difficulties keeping their marriage on track. It was the juiciest gossip around, fueled by the fact that everyone was excited about Carlisle possibly being up for dibs.

Whenever I saw one of the Cullens, I noticed how much more solemn they were becoming. I could hardly blame them. They were having problems at home, private problems, and everyone knew about them. I'd be pretty sullen if I were them.

Edward came back, but he never so much as looked at me. He gave me even more of a cold shoulder than the rest of them did. It was as though he absolutely loathed me—like he couldn't stand to even glance in my direction. I tried not to dwell on it too much.

Finally, when the curiosity was too much to ignore, I decided to ask Charlie about Carlisle and his wife. I made Charlie's favorite meal, just to butter him up.

“Dad?” I asked in between one of his monstrous bites.

“Yeah? Great food, by the way.”

“Thanks.” I smiled. “Uhm…what is going on with the Cullens? They don't seem quite as...cheerful as they used to be.”

He sighed. If it wasn't for the food, I was sure he would have told me to mind my own business. “Dr. Cullen and his wife are on the brink of a divorce, but this town has blown it all out of proportion. There's been no fighting between them. They are still very good friends.”

“Oh,” I murmured. From the way that people talked, I thought they were at each other's throats.

I thought about why Esme would want a divorce while I was doing the dishes that night. From what I knew of him, Carlisle seemed like the perfect gentleman. He was quite the looker too. Perhaps something strange was going on behind closed doors.

I should have been paying better attention to the dishes. When I plunged my hand into the soapy water I felt a sharp pain in my hand. I'd sliced a bloody line through the center of my palm. I froze, horror dawning on me, and my panic caused me to pull my hand out of the water to see the blood oozing from the cut.

“Dad!” I called. I had to keep telling myself that it was paint on my hand, not blood. If not I'd definitely faint.

Charlie rushed into the kitchen. When he saw my hand he murmured a string of curse words. “How deep is it?” he asked.

“Deep,” I breathed. I was concentrating as hard as I could on not revisiting my dinner.

“I'm taking you to the hospital,” he decided.

“Dad,” I moaned weakly, trying to protest. I didn't want him to have to haul me all the way to the hospital. Besides, I already felt bad for interrupting the game he was watching. “Can't I just put a big band-aid on it?”

It turned out I couldn't put a big band-aid on it. He would not let me stay home. Charlie was a little prone to overreaction.

Fifteen minutes later, and I was seated in front of Dr. Cullen in a tiny hospital room.

“How long will it be?” I asked.

“Oh, I'd say about an hour. I have to see the bleeding stop before I send you home,” answered Carlisle.

I could see Charlie itching to watch the game. “I think I saw a TV in the waiting room, Dad.”

“Are you sure you'll be okay?” he asked.

“I'll be fine, I promise.” He left the room, leaving me alone with Carlisle.

“How's school going?” he asked.

“Oh, okay. It could be going better, but what can you do.” I shrugged, a mistake. I moved my hand when I did it, causing my hand to throb. I winced.

Carlisle poured a brown liquid on the gash. “It's a shame to hear that. If I were a high school student I know I'd talk to you as much as I could.” He wrapped my hand in gauze.

“But you're not a high school kid,” I sighed.

“Still,” he said. He didn't take his hand off mine. I felt my heart rate speed up. “How are you adjusting to Forks? A lot different than Phoenix, isn't it?”

“Oh yeah. I don't think I've seen the sun without the clouds blocking it since I got here.”

“I know just what you mean. It seems like years since I've been able to enjoy the sun.” He laughed, but it quickly became a sigh.

“Are you okay?” I asked. He knew what I was talking about.

He looked into my eyes, his hand never moving off of mine. “It's hard to describe what I'm feeling right now. I'm sad to let one chapter of my life end, especially when it was such a good one... so enjoyable. I can't help but be curious about what's to come, though.” His eyes didn't leave mine the entire time he spoke.

“What are you?” I breathed without thinking. “I keep trying to figure it out, but I can't come up with anything.”

He paused for a minute, but answered me regardless. “You'll know soon enough, I promise you that.”

“How soon is soon?”

“Bella, you have to learn not to be so impatient,” he laughed. “You'll know when the time is right. Do you have any guesses?”

I thought about that one. I knew that he was beyond human, his entire family was. There wasn't another reason to explain why they were so... different. There must have been something I was missing, some crucial piece.

“I don't,” I sighed.

He peeled the gauze off my hand to check the bleeding. “Seems like you're good to go."

“Oh,” I murmured. I wasn't sure if I was ready to go yet. I knew there were still more questions I wanted to ask him. There was so much about Carlisle, about the entire Cullen family that I wanted to know. When I admitted it to myself, I felt nosy…but it was the truth.

Carlisle prescribed me some pain killers and told me that I couldn't use the hand until it had mostly healed.

As I lay on my bed that night I couldn't help but hope that “soon enough” was sooner than it sounded. I was hopelessly addicted to Carlisle, as hard as it was to think about. After all, he was quite a few years older than me.

I hoped I would sleep without dreams. The one from a few weeks before was still haunting me, and I didn't want Edward to attack me in my sleep. And I certainly didn't want Carlisle to be the one protecting me. Nobody would be hurt because of me.

I'd make sure of it.