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Lying for the abuser

Summary:
Charlie hates Bella and rapes and abuses her everyday.When she calls the ambulance what will Charlie and the Cullens do? Charlie OOC Adult for rape, abuse and language image_areaBanners by Emmett_lover. If you can't see them or they are removed due to size they will be on my profile.


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3. Hiding behind the lie

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1036   Review this Chapter

C Pov

“What do you mean it’s like she doesn’t exist?” I asked, understanding exactly what he said, but rejecting it as untrue.

“I mean I can’t hear her thoughts!” Edward said in a breath, seemingly amazed and frustrated at the same time.

I sighed, unsure of what to say or think.

“I just wonder how long this has been happening to the poor girl.” I commented, looking into Edward’s eyes, only to see the pure hatred burning in them again.

E Pov

“What do you mean it’s like she doesn’t exist?” he asked, dumbfounded.

“I mean I can’t hear her thoughts!” I told him quickly and quietly, angry at this fact and baffled by it‘s impossibility. How was this possible, anyway? This had never happened before. Why would this girl be any different?

“I just wonder how long this has been happening to the poor girl,” he said in a sad voice looking deep into my eyes. I honestly wish I could help this girl. Nobody deserves to have to go though what she does. That man she calls a father shouldn’t be allowed to live, and wouldn’t if I had any thing to say about it.

“Carlisle, can I talk to Bella for a minute?” I asked him.

“Of course you can, son. I’ve got to go check her paperwork. I’ll be back in a minute,” he told me, looking slightly curious.

“Thank you,” I told him before walking into Bella’s room. She was curled up in a ball; she looked as though she was afraid to be here for some reason. “Hello Bella, I’m Edward, Carlisle’s son.” I told her.

“Hello,” she said in a whisper. I moved a few steps closer to her, cautiously, as she was very jumpy. I was five feet away when I was hit by an intoxicating sent. It called me and taunted me, and Bella was in immediate danger if I didn‘t get out. I locked my muscles in place.

“Carlisle! you need to come here now!” I whispered, fast and urgent.
I’m coming, Edward. I’ll be there in a few seconds.

He came into the room 30 seconds later.

“Bella, are you feeling any better?” he asked.

“I’ll explain later” I told Carlisle, much too low and fast for Bella to hear. And with that I left the room as fast as possible, barely keeping a human pace.

B Pov

Carlisle was looking at my leg after Charlie left. Yet suddenly, a bronze haired boy
burst through the doors just a minute later.

“Hello, Isabella,” he said quickly.

“Just call me Bella…” I sighed quietly, staring at the floor and wishing I could sink into it.

“Bella,” he corrected himself, before turning to Carlisle.

“C—Dad, we need to talk. Now.”

So he was Carlisle’s son. But he looked nothing like him; except for his pale skin and golden topaz eyes.

“Can’t it wait another moment son? I’m afraid I’m terribly busy…” The doctor asked quietly, and then he pushed on my knee. Pain bloomed and shot all the way up my thigh.

I flinched, clenching my eyes as I bit my lip. “Did that hurt?” Carlisle asked, looking up at me through his lashes.

I pretended to look nonchalant, “Only a little, I might have banged it on my way down.”

“Father, I’ve, um…heard some interesting things around the hospital,” Edward interrupted. I mocked him silently in my mind. Did he not see an injured patient, and yet he wanted to gossip with his father about rumors around the hospital?

“Well Bella!” Carlisle said, clasping his hands together. “I’ll be back in a moment. Please, dear, rest. See you soon.” I nodded curtly to him, cursing Edward silently for making the trip last longer than it needed to. The longer it took, the angrier Charlie would be. Oh god, Charlie. What am I going to do? Charlie is going to really kill me when I get home. I shouldn’t have called the ambulance. Well, at least I’m safe as long as someone is in the room when Charlie comes. But when I’m all alone…

I shuddered at the thought. Then, I heard the door open the bronze haired boy that was Carlisle’s son by what I had heard them saying, walked in nearly silent. The boy had called Carlisle father and Carlisle had called him son, so I knew that they were related. Only how Carlisle had produced him, I was unsure of. And then, he began to talk. “Hello Bella, I’m Edward, Carlisle’s son.” he told me smiling.

“Hello,” I said in a whisper. He moved a few steps closer to me, cautiously. Edward was five feet away when he froze his muscles locked. I saw his eyes change color from golden topaz to pitch black.

I thought his lips moved put I didn’t hear anything.

Carlisle came into the room 30 seconds later. “Bella, are you feeling any better?” he asked.

And after that, Edward left the room at a pace that was almost too fast for a human. “I’m fine. I think I’m okay to leave,” I answered Carlisle.

“Bella, you’re still having blackouts from loss of blood and your leg is sprained; almost broken! I think you need to stay here a while longer,” he told me, looking concerned. I wish he would let me just go home! Oh no, the longer I’m gone the worse it’s going to be when I get home!

“But…b—but” I stuttered, trying to stop thinking of those horrible thoughts.

“But what Bella?” he asked. Crap! I can’t tell him! No one would believe that the Chef of police abuses his daughter anyway. Why would they?

“Bella is something wrong?” Carlisle asked in a worried tone.

“I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong.” I said curtly, nodding slightly in affirmation , yet it was still very weak and not convincing at all. I doubted he believed me.

“Bella, please stop lying and tell me what’s wrong,” he said in a soothing voice.

“I’m not lying!” I said shrilly.

“I just want to help you, please,” he whispered.

“I—I’m not sure I can,” I sighed, looking deep into his topaz eyes.

“Yes. Yes, you can Bella. Just tell me, please tell me what’s wrong I can try to help you,” he begged, his eyes pleading silently with me.

“Carlisle…it’s…”