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What Never Happened

Bella falls, never fell for Eddie. Totally different couple here. Haven't read one of these yet..

I told you I would make one.. Enjoy and review!

1. Stitches

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Bella has already come to Charlie's to live. The plane ride is over and she has just gotten here, after unpacking, of course.

"Char- Uhm, Dad?" I called. I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie, to his face that is.

"Yeah, Bells?" He yelled from upstairs.

"I'm heading out to the grocery store. You have absolutely nothing here edible." I already had my raincoat on, and was grabbing for my keys.

"Uhm, alright. You got money?"

"Yes, Dad. I'm grown and have my own money."

"Bye, Bells."

"Bye Dad." I reached for the door knob and pulled the door open. I was on my way to my truck, that my dad had graciously bought me for a "welcome" present, when I noticed my boot wasn't tied.

As soon as I noticed it, I fell. A nasty fall too. I couldn't smell the blood yet, but I knew that part was coming. Obviously Charlie had heard me, because he came running out the front door yelling, "Bella, what happened?"

"I tripped. My shoe was untied. No biggie." I tried to stand up, but was knocked back down by a wave of nausea. My head throbbed with my pulse. Charlie went for his keys and coat. He bent to help me up.

"Yeah, it is a biggie. You're going to the hospital. It's going to need stitches. We're taking the cruiser."

I took a step forward and stumbled back again. Charlie sighed and lifted me up, part dragging part lifting, me to the cruiser.

"Dad," I protested. "This is so unnecessary. I'm fine. See?" I said shaking my head back and forth. Big mistake. I was overcome by the smell of blood and nausea. Slowly but steadily, the edges of my vision started fading, dragging the whole seen into blackness.

"She'll be fine," Came an unfamiliar woman voice, sweet and sugary and full of concern. The sound was soothing.

"Then why isn't she up yet?" My fathers less graceful and scruffy voice said.

"Give her time, she should be up any second."

"Your not even the doctor. Bring in Dr. Carlisle Cullen please." He said using his police voice, sounding official.

"He will be here any second, I assure you."


I choose that moment to open my eyes. I found a white ceiling with pictures placed randomly on it. Probably so people in these beds don't get tired of staring at a wall.

"See? What did I tell you? She's up."

I sat up far enough in time to see my father roll his eyes at her.

"Dad, don't give her a hard time, please."

"Sorry, Bells" Charlie sighed.

"How bad?"

Just then a God walked through the door.

"About 8 stitches worth of damage." The God said.

" 'Bout time Dr. Cullen." Charlie muttered under his breath.

Oh, he wasn't a God, it was Dr. Carlisle Cullen.. Might as well be a God.

"Hello, Bella, I am Dr. Carlisle Cullen. This is my wife Esme," Dr. Cullen said, sounding as though he were trying to remind her of that fact.

"Dr. Cullen." I nodded.

"Well, Esme, can I talk to you out in the hall please? I have a few questions I'd like to ask."

"Sure thing, Doctor."

As soon as they left the room Charlie let out a slow whistle.

"Man she sure is pretty. Lucky man, Dr. Cullen is."

"Dad! "


"Dad, all I need are a few stitches. Go home, take a nap, and come get me later."

"But Bell-"

"Please, just go. I'll be ok here." I said, laying back and closing my eyes, hoping he got the point.

"Ugh, fine. Bye Bells."

When Charlie opened the door, I heard the last bit of the Cullen's conversation.

"If you want him. Go. If you believe you've spent to much time with us, go." Carlisle shouted in a whisper.

"You Mr-know-it-all-pig-headed-pessimistic person you happened to be, is just now getting the fact that I'm not happy?!? You know how hard it is to be like us and live on your own? Well I don't, never had to do it before, but maybe it's time I start practicing! Goodbye." Esme said, turning around after her rant.

I had to strain to hear it all.

"Oh. Charlie. Hi," She turned back around perkier this time, smoothing out her already perfect hair.