Entitled Chapter 4
A/n: So…I remembered tonight that I have a few chapters of this fic in the tank as I'd pre-written them for future causes. But, since I'm not participating in causes atm, I decided to give you all a little treat.
I'll try and update them once a week, maybe. Sooner if I get more written. Less if I don't. I have 2 more chapters after this but they need to be beta'd.
Much love to my Bnjwl for her beta'ing perfection, as usual! LOVE YA BB!
Remember, this is my first attempt at writing in third person, so please forgive my flubs.
When Carlisle heard Charlie's voice on the phone, he knew that the situation with Bella had taken a turn for the worse.
"Esme, I'm going to stop by the Swan's before I head to work. When Edward gets home, please try to keep him here. I don't want him interfering with Bella or what may need to happen." He hoped that she understood the seriousness of this situation as she nodded and agreed.
But, a few minutes later when he pulled up to Charlie's house and saw Edward's car there, he knew that it was too late.
Edward was already in too deep.
Bella eventually slumped down to the floor in front of her door and fell into a fitful sleep as Edward remained on the other side, listening intently for any further noise.
He knew that she'd finally cried herself to sleep.
He wished that he were there, holding her, soothing her, showing her that she was safe, wanted, and cherished.
Why did he care about her so much?
He had life all figured out until that beautiful brunette had strolled through the front doors of the school looking adorable as she tripped over nothing more than her own foot.
He knew that she was starting school today, he'd been lectured by Charlie about keeping her safe and away from trouble. Hell, even his own parents had asked him to keep a watchful eye on her.
But, the question remained … why?
Charlie had told him that something bad had happened to her … that her mother had committed suicide. While Edward understood that it's not an ideal situation, why would that make Bella believe that she wasn't worthy of someone to protect her?
He was bound and determined to get to the bottom of the matter, somehow, someway.
Charlie greeted Carlisle at the front door, "Let's talk outside." He motioned to the porch chairs where they sat and he let out a loud sigh.
"She had some rough nightmares again last night. I found her bleeding in the bathroom in the middle of the night. I bandaged her up and gave her one of the pills that you prescribed. But seriously, Carlisle, I'm worried. I'm worried that she's going to go too far sometime and actually kill herself." Charlie's shoulders drooped and his hand came up to scrub over his face.
The tension and concern was written all over his stiff body as Carlisle began to think back through all of the medical records that he'd reviewed on Bella's case.
"The cutting didn't start until after Renee's death, correct?" Carlisle asked as he tried to be as gentle as possible.
"That's what the psychiatrist believes, yes." Charlie confirmed.
"Charlie, exactly what do you want me to do here? I've offered you my own medical opinion regarding her care, but you've insisted that she not be pushed to far or forced to be placed in long term care. Sometimes, you have to face the fact that she's not getting any better on her own or with your help. She needs more or she'll never recover." Carlisle's face remained calmed as he spoke, but he instantly felt like shit when he noticed the tears in the rough, Police Chief's eyes.
"She's my only child and there's nothing I can do to stop her from suffering," Charlie said as he held back the sobs that wanted to escape from the helplessness that he felt in that moment.
He'd battled his guilt and rage for the past year over his daughter's pain. He felt that he'd failed as her protector, he was the one man in her life that was supposed to be there to keep the bad guys away and he wasn't.
He didn't stop the bad man.
He didn't protect her.
"She needs to be placed in a long term Psychiatric facility, Charlie. There's simply no other way around it. She'll be safe, watched over, out of harm's way and you can sleep at night knowing that she's protected from further harm to herself or anyone else." Carlisle spoke with confidence and authority.
"You can't take her away," Edward said as he suddenly stood on the porch a few feet away from the two most important men in his life.
"Edward…" Carlisle began to reason with his only son, but Edward stopped him and began to pace.
"I got through to her today. She let me in, she let me comfort her, sure it was a small gesture, but it was evident that she made a step forward. Please, Dad, I'm begging you, please don't do this." His son's eyes held a mighty dose of hope as he stared his father down.
"Son, I appreciate all that you are trying to do, but maybe Carlisle's right. Maybe she needs more help that either of us can give her." Charlie spoke up and forced Edward to shake his head and run a hand through his hair.
"No … don't you give up on her too, Charlie. Don't. She needs me. She needs you. Us. We have to be there to help her see this thing through," Edward spoke as he grabbed the rail and faced away from both men.
"Look, I don't know what happened to her and right now, I don't think I could handle knowing. But, for some reason that girl lying in that bed up there has me curled up in knots. She needs someone to be her voice. Someone to keep her from thinking that she has no place in this world besides locked in a room with white walls and a barred up window."
Edward's voice cracked as his body was racked with more feelings and emotions than he'd ever know, but when he turned to face Charlie and Carlisle there was conviction on his face.
"I have to be there for her. I have to show her that no matter what her mind is telling her that her heart belongs to me. Scars, baggage and all, I want her to know that I'll never give up on her."
Bella woke up to raised voices outside her window and it took her a few minutes to realize that she knew who they belonged too.
Carlisle wanted to send her away.
Edward was fighting for her.
Edward said that he wanted her. He said that he wanted to protect her.
What the hell does he know about me anyway? Bella asked herself.
Her thoughts told her that she didn't belong to anyone, but herself, and, if he knew the truth, he'd never want her either.
Somehow, Bella had to come up with a plan to push him away and show her dad and the good doctor that they were wrong.
She was fine. She didn't need them.
They weren't there when she did need someone and she sure as fuck wasn't going to let them think she did now.
Fuck you, Edward Cullen.
A/n: See ya soon!