|How to heal whats never been whole
Author: FionaRhiannon PM
She never thought she could feel this way about somebody. Not after Edward. And yet, here she was. All Human. Dark fic. Contains abuse, strong language and sexual content.Rated: Fiction M - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Carlisle & Bella - Chapters: 31 - Words: 97,817 - Reviews: 302 - Favs: 172 - Follows: 157 - Updated: 06-02-12 - Published: 09-14-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6323571
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How to heal what's never been whole
Disclaimer :- All recognizable characters, setting etc are property of their respective owners. The original plot is property of me, the author and i am in no way associated with the owners or creators of any media franchise. No Copyright infringement is intended. (I only wish i owned Carlisle ;) )
A/N: So im venturing out with my first Bella/Carlsile story. I hope you enjoy the story and please, feel free to review - it makes me feel good about the story and i'll want to write more. I also want to make sure people are enjoying it!
A special shoutout goes to my Beta, Kale.1987
Chapter 1: The way things are
I was sure to hear about this when I got home
I sat in the ER nervously biting on what I had left of my nails. "I have your results – No concussion, I think that you'll be just fine" he smiled. I returned his smile weakly. "Can I leave now please? I really have to get home"
"Certainly" he nodded and he left the room. I got up off the bed and began to pull my gown off, slowly sliding it down my shoulder. The door clicked open and I quickly spun around.
The Doctor stood there, his eyes fixed on where my back had been. He quickly composed himself and apologized. "I'm very sorry. I left something in here"
I nodded and stepped back as he came across the room and retrieved his light. "Forgive me for intruding, but did you hurt your back?"
I froze and sucked in a big breath. He approached me cautiously and alarm bells rang inside my head but I already knew it was too late and that the damage had been done. The panic I had felt earlier had now tripled as I slowly turned around to face him. My mind was in two places right now and I wasn't sure which side to listen to, so I let him make the first move.
"I just want to make sure your okay before you go home, is that okay with you?" he asked me gently. I steadied myself with another big breath and turned around nodding. I lowered the gown a little more and gasped when his cool fingers lightly traced over my back. "Can I ask how you received these?"
They were old and I knew from the moment he spotted them he knew they were not from today.
"I was doing the laundry, some fell from the basket, my feet got caught and I fell"
EURGH! It sounded so rehearsed
I smiled again in the hope this explanation would satisfy his curiosity. His brows were creased to the centre, but his face smoothed out and he nodded, accepting.
"Is that all Dr Cullen?" I asked and he nodded, smiling and exhaling. "Your free to go" he told me, and he collected his things before leaving.
I made my way across the icy car park rushing a little to get home. In my hurry I lost my footing on a patch of ice. I braced myself for the pain that would follow once I hit the ground – but it never came. Instead I found myself wrapped in a pair of strong arms. But as quickly as they came - they were gone again. I turned to see Dr Cullen. "Sorry, thank you" I mumbled, not making eye contact with him. "your welcome" he replied, just a silver car pulled up at the side of us and the door swung open causing my breath to hitch in my chest. I gave another small smile of thanks as I excused myself and got in the car, shutting the door and doing up my belt.
It was only a short ride home and I fiddled nervously with the strap. My driver was silent the whole way, which had me all kinds of nervous.
When we pulled up in the drive I quickly got out, lightly jumping the three steps up to the porch and unlocking the door. He was quickly on my heels and as he slammed the door shut he grabbed me by my tied back hair and pulled. Pushing me through the arch to the living area I fell and scrambled across the wood flooring.
"YOU CRASHED THE CAR" he bellowed before kicking me in the stomach. I crushed my lips together, willing myself not to scream out. He enjoyed that more and I wouldn't make this that pleasurable for him.
He wasn't wholly bothered id crashed the car – after all it wasn't my fault and the insurance would cover it. What he wanted was an excuse and this was a brilliant one.
My hands formed a protective cage around my head, even though I knew he would never harm me anywhere where evidence was visible to a passerby.
"And who was that you were talking to? He asked.
"The – the Doctor" I stammered as I shook with fear. "I hope you didn't say anything" he spat and I shook my head violently. "not that anyone would believe you" he laughed.
He bent down and picked me up slightly so our faces were level. His eyes were dark and full of malice – so different from the ones I had once adored and trusted – and they bore into mine and he softly yet threateningly spoke.
"You will never see that Doctor again, so you understand me"
I nodded quickly before he continued. "He doesn't want some stupid, ugly pathetic excuse for a woman bothering him. He doesn't like you, he was just doing his job – so you make sure you don't make yourself an annoyance and stay away"
I fought back the tears as I nodded. I knew he was right – nobody had ever paid any attention to me, so why would they start now?
He let go of me and stood up, making his way over to the sofa, switching on the television as he sat down. He glanced over at me from his position on the sofa and said "Stop feeling sorry for yourself – its pathetic. Just do something useful. Get my dinner ready – I'm starving"
I quickly got to my feet ignoring the pain my stomach and went into the kitchen.
As I gathered the ingredients from the fridge I felt the tears roll down my cheek as I finally allowed myself to cry.