Author: Mrs Ronald Weasley
Rating: PG-13 for this part, NC-17 overall
Summary: While the Cullen's are away Bella takes a trip down to Port Angeles and runs into someone she never wanted to see again.
A/N: This is the final Part; I hope you guys enjoyed this.
"Bella?" Edward's soft velvet voice pulled me from my half conscious state.
"Yes?" I said, opening my eyes and searching for his face.
His liquid eyes were wary. "Alice and Rosalie would like to see you if it's okay," he said.
I nodded and before I had time to push myself up, Alice appeared in the doorway. "Oh Bella!" she cried and would've flung herself at me if Edward hadn't restrained her. He let her go after a few seconds and she slowly embraced me, holding me to her chest. "I'm so sorry. I feel really guilty for not seeing it before."
"It's okay Alice," I replied, I had my face buried in her neck; her sweet scent filled my nose as I inhaled deeply. She pulled away then and I looked down. "Really, there's nothing anyone could've done to stop it."
Rather or not she accepted that I didn't know. In fact I didn't know that I accepted it myself. But, no matter how you look at, what was done was done, and I'd just have to deal with any consequences that became of it.
Alice stepped away, and a smile appeared on her face as she eyed the white sheet that I had wrapped around myself. "Would you like me to get you some clothes?"
"That would be a great idea, Alice," Edward said before I could answer. I raised my head and looked at him, wondering if there was something more to this. Had he thought that Alice had besieged me with her admission of guilt?
He waited until she floated from the room to reply. "Carlisle is thinking about bringing you to the hospital soon for some testing," Edward said, running his hand lightly down my cheek.
"Now?" I asked, I was scared of what he might find. I didn't want to end up with some disease from this horrible ordeal. The voice in the back of my head was telling me that it was better if I didn't know and I wanted desperately to listen to it.
Edward smiled gently. "Bella," he whispered, taking my head in his hands. "The longer we wait, the more worse things could get." I could tell he didn't want to add, 'if you were infected with something.'
He turned as Rosalie appeared in the doorway. "Sorry," she muttered. I could see the pain on her face and I remembered that she herself had endured the same terrible thing that I had. The only difference was that she didn't survive it, at least not in the same way I had.
Her golden eyes held mine briefly before she moved closer. She sat on the edge of the bed beside me. I expected her to take my hand or something less intimate, but she didn't. She, like Alice, pulled me to her and hugged me tightly. "I'm so sorry Bella," she whispered to me. "I know what's it like, I know how much pain you're in right now."
I wanted to cry. Rosalie, the one Cullen who disliked me the most was actually in pain because of what happened to me.
She pulled away after a few seconds and looked me in the eyes. "I'm here Bella," she said as she reached out and ran a pale hand down a piece of my hair that hung in my face. "I'm here if you ever need someone to talk to."
"Thank you Rosalie," I whispered. She pulled me into another hug before sliding off the bed and out of the room.
"She really feels for you, Bella," Edward muttered as he stared at the empty doorway.
"I know," I whispered. "And I'm glad she's here."
"Here you go Bella," Alice said, suddenly appearing in front of me. She set the clothes that she had brought for me down on the bed. She looked to Edward and then me.
"Are you okay to put these on yourself Bella?" Edward asked.
I wasn't sure, although the pain stayed away when I sat still, I didn't know how much it would hurt if I actually had to move. "I'm not sure," I replied.
"Alice will help you if you need it," he assured.
I nodded and Edward kissed me before moving away and out the door, closing it behind himself. I reached the clothes Alice had brought and saw that she'd only gotten me a t-shirt and skirt.
"I didn't know if you wanted under-things," she said, staring at the clothes. "Carlisle said you had stitches..." She paused, and bit her bottom lip for a second. "I think it'll be easier if you lay down Bella." Grateful that I didn't have to stand, I unwrapped myself from the sheet as Alice picked up the skirt. I tried to ignore her slight intake of breath when she saw me. "Oh Bella," she whispered.
I looked away, ashamed. "Please, Alice," I whispered, "can we just get this over with?"
"Of course," she replied after a second. I still couldn't look her in the eye. I felt her slide the skirt up my legs. I lifted my hips from the bed as she pulled it over them.
"I think I can do the shirt myself," I said as I pushed myself into a sitting position. She handed it to me and waited while I pulled it over my head. "Thank you Alice," I said.
She nodded and smiled. "You're welcome Bella," she said. She leaned down and kissed my cheek as Edward opened the door.
Alice smiled and left. Edward sat down beside me. "Do you want to go downstairs and watch TV love?" he asked. I shrugged and he smiled. "At least it'll give you something to do." He stood and offered me his hand.
I took it and slid off the bed, swaying a little when my head spun slightly. Edward steadied me, "Are you alright Bella?" he asked worriedly.
I nodded. "I think so," I replied. The dizziness went away when I stood still.
"Would you like me to carry you?" Edward's hands went to my waist. I didn't protest when he picked me up and carried me down the stairs, setting me on the couch. "What do you want to watch?" he grinned at me as he reached for the remote.
I shrugged, leaning into him. "Bella, dear?" Esme's sweet voice came from the kitchen.
"Hmm?" I called back.
"Would you like something to eat?"
I wasn't hungry, and didn't feel like eating at all. "No, but thank you Esme," I replied quietly. I knew she'd hear me. Edward looked down at me, his eyes worried. But then he looked back up and behind me.
"Bella," I looked up. Carlisle's voice, calm and soft, came from behind me. "You should eat something; I don't want to hospitalize you just because you won't eat."
That thought terrified me; although I had to admit, if only reluctantly, I admired his strategy. I frowned and before I could reply, Esme appeared in front of me with a plate. "I hope you like it dear," she said timidly. "It's been awhile since I've made human food."
She handed me the plate, on it sat a slightly burnt grilled cheese sandwich. "Thank you Esme," I said quietly.
She smiled and smoothed my hair. "You're welcome Bella," she said before heading back to the kitchen.
Sighing, I took a bite of the grilled cheese. "Bella," Carlisle said, sitting down beside me. His voice was quiet, his golden eyes cautious as they met mine. "I've been doing some contemplating," he paused and I stared at him. "About what to tell your father."
Charlie. I'd forgotten about him. I hadn't given one thought about whether I'd tell him or not, let alone what I'd tell him. Panic started to come over me when I realized what he'd say, what he'd think when he found out. Would he hate me? Would he think I'm worthless?
Carlisle and Edward picked up on my nervousness instantly. Edward leaned into me and rested his head on my shoulder. "And because you now live with us," Carlisle continued calmly, "I'm going to leave it up to you whether or not you wish to tell your father what happened."
"You won't tell him?" I asked.
Carlisle shook his head slowly. "No," he whispered.
I sighed with relief, and although I knew that my dad should be told, I didn't want to have to go through this again. Not to mention, Charlie was the type of cop who wouldn't stop looking for the guy until he found him. I wasn't just doing for this for myself, I was doing this to protect the Cullen's secret.
Carlisle stood. "You should finish eating, Bella," he said. "I have some paperwork to do, and then I think I shall bring you to the hospital for the tests."
I obeyed, finishing the sandwich that Esme had made for me. I had just set the plate down on the table in front of me when I felt sudden sense of calm fill me. I hadn't two seconds to think before I was having my breath squeezed out of me. "Bella!" Emmett's deep voice was in my ear and he had me trapped in a hug.
"You're suffocating her, Emmett," Jasper said as he appeared beside him.
"Sorry," Emmett muttered, loosening his grip. I saw Edward glare at him. "I'm just so glad you're okay, Bella." He pulled back. "That asshole is just lucky Edward got to him before I did," he hissed.
I looked away and I felt Jasper send another wave of calm towards me. Then Jasper sat down beside me and quickly embraced me as well, not as hard Emmett, before moving away again. "Come on Emmett," Jasper said softly, "we don't want to crowd her."
"Right," Emmett said, and hugged me tightly once more. Then he followed his brother into the kitchen and out the back door.
"Are you alright love?" Edward asked, looking down into my eyes. I nodded. "They're just worried about you, we all are."
"I know Edward," I whispered. "But I think I'll be alright...eventually." I looked up at him. "As long as you're here."
Edward smiled sadly. "I'm not going anywhere Bella," he told me, running his thumb across my cheek.
"Promise?" I said, now fighting tears.
"I promise," he whispered, leaning in and kissing me softly.
He pulled back after a few seconds and leaned back into the couch. I lifted my feet from the floor and laid my head in his lap. He sighed softly, stroking my hair.
It wasn't long before Carlisle came back down the stairs. "Bella?" he asked, "are you ready to go?" I nodded, knowing that I couldn't get out of this, and pushed myself up. Edward stood and scooped me into his arms. "Can you walk?" Carlisle asked.
"I'm not sure," I replied. I looked at Edward and he set me on my feet. I took a step and it hurt, but it wasn't entirely unbearable. "I think so," I said, "it doesn't hurt that much."
"Are you sure?" Carlisle said, grabbing my shoulders as I swayed slightly.
I nodded, but Edward slipped an arm around my waist. He helped me walk to the garage and into the back of Carlisle's Mercedes.
The drive to the hospital was quiet and quick, Carlisle seemed to drive even faster than Edward. It was sunny out and Carlisle was forced to park in the underground parking garage. We took the elevator up to the ER.
"Dr. Cullen," a nurse looked up from a file she was holding when we passed through the double doors.
"Hello Chelsea," Carlisle said, flashing a blinding smile. He reached behind the desk to grab a paper.
"Your shift doesn't start until eleven," she said, her file completely forgotten.
"I know," Carlisle replied, as he began scribbling on the paper. "I have some personal business to take care of."
Chelsea seemed slightly confused but didn't protest any further. I began to feel faint on my feet and leaned into Edward's side. "Are you alright dear?" she asked suddenly, eyeing me.
"I'm fine," I assured her, straightening up. But my balance betrayed me and I swayed, instinctively I reached out and my hand found Carlisle's back. Luckily he didn't jump and Edward grabbed me around the waist, pulling me to him and steadying me.
Carlisle looked up. "Edward, can you take her to Exam Room One for me?" he said politely. "I'll just be a minute."
"Of course," Edward replied. He led me a little further down the hallway and into an empty room. After shutting the door, he lifted me onto the bed.
"What's Carlisle doing?" I asked as Edward sat down on the chair beside the bed.
Edward sighed. "Right now he's convincing the nurse that you're not feeling well and that's why he brought you in, for some tests."
"Is that going to work?" I said anxiously. I didn't want anyone finding out why I was really here.
Edward grinned. "Carlisle can be fairly convincing when he needs to be." Then more seriously, he leaned over and grabbed my hand, "don't worry Bella. Everything's going to be fine."
"You keep saying that," I countered, "but what if it's not? What if I have something?"
He shook his beautiful head, "stop it love. There's nothing wrong with you. Do you understand me?"
"You don't know that," I whispered.
Edward exhaled heavily and leaned away. "Fine then," he said, "you'll just have to see it for yourself when Carlisle get's the results back."
I looked up as Carlisle slid the door open. "Sorry about that," he smiled as he closed the door behind himself. "I think I convinced her."
Edward nodded. "She's not suspicious anymore."
"Good," Carlisle said, moving over to me. "I'm sorry about bringing you here for the tests Bella," he continued, "but I really didn't want to wait a few days for the results."
"It's okay Carlisle," I replied as he took my arm and began cleaning the inside of my elbow with an alcohol soaked cotton ball. "As long as I don't have to stay here."
"You'll only be here for a couple hours," he assured me. I looked away when he stuck the needle into my arm, flinching. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "it's been awhile since I've done this
myself." I didn't remove my head from Edward's arm until Carlisle pressed a fresh cotton ball to inside of my elbow. "There, Bella," he said smiling gently. "I'll take these down to the lab myself to make sure I get the results right away."
I nodded and laid my head back down. "Are you tired love?" Edward asked quietly.
"A little," I admitted.
"Sleep, Bella," he ordered and began to hum softly. I closed my eyes...
I don't know how long I slept for; I awoke when Carlisle returned with my blood test results. "You're fine Bella," Carlisle said smiling warmly. "Everything checks out, you're very lucky."
I sighed with relief and couldn't help but smile slightly too. "Thank god," I breathed.
"See?" Edward replied. "I told you everything would be fine."
"She needed to be reassured Edward," Carlisle said.
"Can we go now?" I asked, interrupting whatever Edward was going to say.
"Of course Bella," Carlisle slid the door open. "Edward can take you down to the parking garage." He reached into his pocket and handed Edward his keys. "I'll be down in a few minutes; I just need to finish with the paperwork."
I slipped off the bed as Carlisle stepped out of the room and Edward wrapped an arm around my waist helping me walk to the elevator.
When we got to Carlisle's Mercedes, Edward unlocked the doors and stuck the key into the ignition before climbing into the backseat with me. He pulled me to him and laid my head in his lap.
Edward laced our fingers together and I sighed, feeling safe and loved. I knew that getting through this wouldn't be easy, but I also knew that I had the most wonderful people to help me through it. Edward and his family would always be there for me, no matter what.
A/N: I had a few people mention the actual testing for STD's that involves swabbing. I left that out for the simple reason that I felt that some of you may not have wanted to read that. So I'm sorry for that, if you guys really want me to edit it and put that in, let me know. I try to make my stories as medically accurate as possible but sometimes I leave stuff out for the sake of my readers.