And here it is! The chapter you've all been waiting so patiently for! I'm sorry it took so long. I'll try to keep updating more regularly from now on. Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Time and Hope

Bella perspective

I folded my arms across my chest, glaring at the locked door in front of me. Maybe, just maybe, if I stare hard enough, the door will disappear. I let out a frustrated huff, and then turned back to Charlie, who was watching me with amused interest.

"So what would you like to do?" I asked her. She grinned at me, glad I was finally paying some attention to her and not to the door.

"Can you do my hair? I want to look pretty." She said, pointing to her head and giving me a this-just-won't-do look.

I laughed and nodded my head, "Of course! Let's make you all beautiful so that when Edward is done and let's us out of his room you will look like a princess!"

Charlie gasped and clapped her hands excitedly.

"Just like Sleeping Beauty! She was a princess and she had pretty hair! And Edward can be our prince who will rescue us!"

"Exactly!" I said enthusiastically. "Now, first we need a brush." My eyes scanned over the room, searching in vain for Edward's brush. When I couldn't find one I went into the bathroom. Lying on the bathroom counter, along with the mobile Edward had left me and lots of fancy and without-a-doubt expensive bottles of stuff, was a hairbrush. "This'll do," I mumbled to myself then grabbed the brush and left the bathroom to go back over to Charlie who was lying sprawled out on the couch.

"You found a brush?" Charlie asked, hopeful. A wide smile spread across her rosy face as I showed her the hairbrush.

Charlie positioned herself so that she was sitting on the edge of the couch and facing towards Edwards CD collection. I sat behind her and twisted my body slightly so I could do her hair. I started by taking out her hair tie.

"Bella?" Charlie asked after a couple of minutes of silence.

"Yes?" I said, combing the brush through her fine, almost translucent ginger-blonde hair.

"My daddy's not coming back is he?" Her voice was almost sad, but it also gave off the hint that she knew more than she let show. I stopped brushing her hair and lay the brush beside me. A heavy sigh escaped me as I thought how to tell Charlie what everyone had been hiding from her. I suddenly felt terrible for lying to her.

"He's dead, isn't he?" She was still facing away from me, staring at something further beyond Edward's CD collection. "You don't have to lie to me anymore."

I hung my head low, tears threatening to overflow. "Charlie," I whispered, my mind blank of what to say to excuse my lies, because, of course, there was no reasonable excuse. Instead, I said the only truthful thing I could. I said, "I'm sorry."

I felt a small hand touch my cheek. I raised my head slightly. Charlie was facing me now, her eyes wide and sincere. Her face was expressionless, yet it gave off waves of sombre forgiveness.

"Don't be sad. I know you were only trying to help me." She said quietly. I gave her a small smile; her words touched my heart and gave me light to this dark moment.

"Thankyou," I said. And I meant it. But my heart still ached. Her questions of her dad made me think of mine too. I hadn't seen Charlie in days. Carlisle had called him earlier to explain things to him. Charlie was furious of course and had threatened Carlisle with all three but as soon as Carlisle lied that he had only taken me back because he believed he had found a cure which the hospital would not allow to be used on me until it had been tested; which of course would take months- months that I apparently didn't have. Charlie was too worried about my well being to care much for law right then. He had agreed as soon as Carlisle said it was working and I was making a slow but successful recovery. Suddenly the phone Edward had left me rang. I stood up quickly. Too quickly.

"Bella," Charlie gasped. Her arm was raised and her index finger pointed to my stomach. I had pulled the stitches.

Overwhelming pain broke out and I sank to the floor. My head felt suddenly heavy and the room started to spin slightly.

"Charlie, get the phone." I spoke quickly, my hand over my stomach.

But Charlie was frozen to the spot, her eyes on my stomach, wide with shock.

"Charlie!" I shouted weakly. She looked at my face. I spoke slowly this time, more gently, "Hurry, get the phone for me." She nodded her head and ran to the phone which was still ringing from the bathroom on the counter.

"I can't reach it!" Charlie called out. I could see her legs flailing wildly as she attempted to climb onto the counter. I heard a clutter of Edwards's bottles falling over and I breathed a sigh of relief as Charlie came out with a victorious smile on her shining face. She handed me the silent phone. On the screen it said '1 missed call'. I called the number.

"Bella," Edwards's frantic voice answered. "Why didn't you pick up?"

"Where are you Edward?" I said feebly.

"Port Angeles. Why? What's the matter Bella? You don't sound well."

"I need a hospital. My stitches," I took a deep breath, my stomach throbbing. "I need a hospital." I repeated. The line was silent. I waited for Edwards reply. "Hello?" I said into the mobile, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I'm on my way back, ok Bella? Don't move. Carlisle's coming too."

"Thankyou Edward," I said quietly.

"Stay awake, Bella. Please. I'll be there soon. I love you."

"I love you too." I snapped the phone shut and pushed myself against the sofa.

"Bella," Charlie said quietly. "Are you alright?"

"I will be," I said to her, attempting to smile. "Will you do me a favour though?" I asked. Charlie nodded. "Tell me a story- an exciting story, one that will keep me awake."

Charlie smiled hugely. "I know just the one!"

Edwards Perspective

Carlisle sat seated in the passenger seat beside me, staring out the window. His thoughts were not helping my nerves.

She's probably lost a lot of blood by now. I hope she's doing ok.

I kept my eyes on the road and my mind on my hands; I didn't want to dent my steering wheel.

Of course she's not doing ok. I just hope she's coping. And awake.

My eyes narrowed and my jaw clenched. I tried to cool my temper.

I hope Edward will be able to cope with the blood spill.

I shot Carlisle a please-stop-thinking look but he was still looking out the window.

Oh dear. Charlie must be petrified. Maybe that's keeping Bella preoccupied- keeping her awake.

"Carlisle," I hissed. "Will. You. Please. Shut. Up!" I spoke each word separately. It was the only thing I could do to keep the bottle of vulgar language that threatened to spill.

Just then my phone rang. Caller ID told me it was from Bella's house. I picked up the phone immediately.

"Edward Cullen speaking," I said casually.

"Where is she?" A voice said on the other end. My eyes narrowed in confusion. I did not recognise this voice.

"May I ask who is speaking?" I said coldly. Carlisle was looking at me now. He could hear the person talking.

Edward… where is Bella's father?

"You don't recognise my voice?" He sounded mockingly insulted. "What a shame. I really thought I had made quite an impression on you Edward."

"Who are you?" I said more loudly this time, my nostrils flaring with frustration and anger.

"Who I am is not of any importance. It's who I'm with that is."

Edward… I think I know who this is. Ask where Charlie is.

"Where's Charlie?"

"If you're talking about the man who lived here, he's currently in the kitchen…" His voice was playfully cold. "And the living room"

"You bastard! You disgusting, filthy, fu-"

"Be nice Edward, you obviously don't know who you're dealing with, which brings us back to the point." He chuckled.

"So get to it," I growled. He stopped chuckling and for a few seconds there was a cold silence.

"Ok here's the deal. You're going to trust me on the fact that we're someone you don't want to upset. And you're going to tell us where Isabella Swan is."

"No deal." I said.

The man sighed. "I was afraid you would say that. You see, now that we don't have your co-operation we're just going to have to make Isabella's death just that more unbearable for her. She'll be pleading for a sudden one."

"Why?" I asked, straining to keep my voice calm. "What do you want her for?"

"We've come for our check up of course. You can't imagine how let down we are that you decided not to change her. Aro was most disappointed." The line went dead. I took the phone away from my ear and stared at it in mute horror.

How did they know?

I looked at Carlisle, but I didn't answer his question.

How did they know? He repeated.

"Isn't it obvious?" I said quietly.

"We have to go to her now, Edward."

I sped up the car. "Aro probably read Charlies mind and realised his most recent time with Bella was of her being human." I paused as realisation hit me. "They have Caius with them! They'll find her in an instant! Carlisle, we're not going to make it."

"No Edward. Remember what you said? Caius's power is a bit like mind reading. Bella must be immune."

I sighed with relief. I had forgotten that fact in my moment of panic. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, but not enough to leave my hand's imprint on it. Just this fact alone gave me confidence.

"You're right," I said. "Which means there's still time."

And hope.

I hope you guys enjoyed that. Sorry bout the cliffy but I had to end the chapter... I need to go to sleep :P

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