No, you don't get to know what the relationship is. Read it anyway:D Loves you all!

Forks, the rainy excuse of a town I'd sent myself to. I'd throughly convinced my mother that I wanted to go. She didn't believe at first, but after awhile she accepted my lie. I had a feeling she wanted to believe I was going to be happy, just so she would feel better about going to support Phil in Florida. I knew being with Phil made her happy, so I was going to do my time in Forks without any complaints.

Charlie had picked me up in the cruiser at the Port Angeles airport. He was the police chief, and he would proudly flip out his badge if you asked him to. Conversation in the car was minimal, neither of us were big talkers.

Charlie mentioned that he had a surprise waiting for me when we got home. We pulled up to the house, and parked out front was a rusty red, and not to mention old, truck. I fell in love with it instantly. It'd eat up a lot of money for gas, but I had cash to spare because I didn't have to buy a car anymore.

"Where did you get it?" I asked, running my hand across the back. It was raining all over me, but I wanted to look at my truck some more, so it didn't matter.

"Do you remember Billy Black?" asked Charlie.

"Nope." The name didn't sound familiar at all.

"Well, it was his. He's in a wheelchair now, so he can't drive. His son, Jacob, has fixed it up quite a bit," explained Charlie.

"Thanks, Dad," I said, giving him a slightly awkward hug.

"No problem," he replied.

Charlie helped me get my bags into my room, and then left me to unpack. It didn't take long, there were only two bags. All of my clothes fit in four drawers.

After I was finished, I began to feel claustrophobic. The room felt like it was getting smaller, and staring out the window didn't help. The clouds looked like they were sealing me in, forever trapping me inside.

I went downstairs and found Charlie lounging on the couch, watching Sports Center.

"Dad?" I asked. He wasn't too big on letting me call him Charlie.

"Yeah?" He looked startled. Getting used to living with someone would take a little bit of time.

"I'm going to go for a walk," I paused. "If that's okay with you?" I didn't know his stand on the whole asking permission thing.

"Go ahead," he smiled. It didn't matter that it was raining cats and dogs outside, it always was.

I slung my jacket on, and prepped myself for my excursion into the freezing rain.

"Bye," I called.

Unfortunately, I caught the toe of my boot on the door way, and I plunged towards the hard concrete of the front walk. I heard, rather than felt, my head hit the pavement. My stomach dipped, I could smell the blood.

"Oh man." I heard Charlie's voice crack. He heard the sound I made when I fell down.

I couldn't move. The last thing I remembered was Charlie's grunt as he lifted me off of the ground.

When I opened my eyes, a bright light momentarily blinded me.

"I'm glad to see you're awake," said a voice I didn't recognize. It was a man, but the light was too bright for me to focus on his face.

I turned my head to get a better look at his face, and I was instantly dizzy. I slammed my eyes shut.

"Feeling a bit sick, hmm?" asked the man.

"Where am I? Where's Charlie?" I croaked. My head hurt, perhaps the understatement of the year. It felt like I hit myself in the head with a hammer.

"You got quite a bump on the head, so your father brought you into the hospital. You have a concussion, and some bruising. We're going to keep you here for a few hours. He had to get to work, so I told him I'd stay on shift until he got back. I don't have any other patients today, so here I am," he explained.

Oh, a hospital. That's why I was in an uncomfortable bed while a strange man watched me.

"I'm Dr. Cullen, but you can call me Carlisle." His voice was so... alluring.

I willed my eyes open so I could look at his face.

Gold eyes shone down at me, framed by long eyelashes and locks of blond hair. He was pale, almost white. But, I hardly noticed any of that at all... the thing that distracted me was how beautiful he was. It was almost painful to look at him. He was perfect in every sense of the word.

"I'm Bella," I mumbled.

"Well, Bella, because I am technically off duty, and I promised your father I'd keep an eye one you, I'll be here all day." He smiled after he spoke, each tooth sparkled in the light.

"Babysitting, huh?"

"Charlie's a bit new at the whole parenting thing," he grinned.

I closed my eyes again.

"Sore head?" asked Carlisle.

"A bit," I grimaced.

I felt cool hands prod around the base of my neck. My eyes flew open. He had the coldest hands I'd ever felt.

"Sorry. I never can seem to get my hands warm." He smiled, almost like he was thinking about an inside joke.

"We'll get you some medication. Are you opposed to the idea of sleep?" He removed his hands from my head.

"Drug away," I sighed. It was my first day in Forks, my first few hours, even, and I was already familiar with one of the doctors.

Carlisle handed me two pills, much better than a shot in my opinion. Soon, I felt myself begin to drift.

I was shocked into alertness when I heard a loud growl. Almost like an animal was in my hospital room.

My eyes fluttered open just in time to see a devastatingly handsome man, maybe Carlisle's son, with his teeth bared.