The Cullen Karaoke

Pain And Love

Bella POV

I roused from the feeling of someone gently shaking my shoulder. Hmm... I must have fallen asleep from the emotional and physical exahustion. I cracked one eye open just a tade to see who was shaking me, and slammed my eye closed again, as the bedroom light burnt them. I rubbed my eyes and blinked, removing the sleepies, and stretching. A small, soft yet hard, gentle, cold hand was resting on my leg now. Wonder who that could be. I peered out at the sleep intruder from my hair. Esme. Yup, I should have known. Always so gentle, never in a rush unless it was urgent. Esme smiled warmly at me, and drew me into a tight hug.

"I have dinner ready for you in the kichen, your favorite, potato soup." Esme spoke softly while brushing a random strand of curl from my eyes.

"I'm not to hungry, and I could have made something myself. But thank you. I may be clumsy down stairs, but I still have the capability to cook, surprisingly." I smiled shyly, picking at a loose string on the sleeve of my sweatshirt sheepishly, while she laughed lightly.

"Nonesence. I love to cook for my daughter. Don't worry about it, it gives me something I enjoy to do. Now get up, throw some pj's on and head down stairs for dinner." Esme spoke while patting my leg, coaxing my nerves to wake up. I smiled fondly. She called me her daughter. She calls me that all the time along with Carlisle but it still surprises me to no end. I yawned loudly, and stretched, cat-like. "M'kay." I mumbled, while Esme chuckled softly, making her way out of the bedroom door.

I slipped out of my bed and made my way to my dresser, throwing on a midnight blue, silky shortsleeve shirt, and a pair of fuzzy neon pink pants with navy blue polka dots. I grab my 'Ohio State' sweatshirt, and added that over my shirt, covering my scars of defense. Charlie left scars on me from his leather belt smacking me repeatedly in most spots. I was very self-conciouse of my body, and my marks. The family knows nothing of these markings, that will forever litter my body, from that monster, I thought was my father, and planned to keep it that way.

But I have a feeling, this is a secret that will soon be revieled.

I made my way down the stairs carefully, watching my feet, each step I took, and still, I managed to trip down the third step from the last and go flying face first into the hard wood floor. Being my dense self, I instictivly pushed my hands out in front of me, to slow the impact, that I know will knock the wind out of me. I landed just hard enough, to hear a sickening crunched come from my right hand, and disturb my neveres throughout my entire right arm. I cursed like there was no tomorrow until I felt a pair of large, but gentle cold hands scoop me up and place me on the living room couch. I was still dazed from the pain in my arm, not hearing the gentle, velvity, caring fatherly tone, coming from Carlisle's mouth. Oh how I wish my biological father was like my father here. Compassionate, kind, caring, fatherly, and concerned. A small whimper escaped my mouth, as tears blurred my vision.

"Bella? Look at me sweetheart." Carlisle's calm and caring tone took it all out of me.

I lost it, and flung my arms around his neck holding my father tightly to me, I never wanted to let my daddy go, I want to stay in his arms forever, I felt safe and cared for here. Carlisle rubbed small circles on my back, while murmering soft nothings for me to calm down. I eventually pulled away from the comforting embrace reluctently. Carlisle smiled sadly, and took my injured hand gently in his large cold ones.

"Bella, I need to check for any breaks or sprains, may I?" Carlisle gestured to lifting my sweatshirt sleeve.

I panicked and looked at him with pleading eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip forcefully, whimpering while in the process of moving out of his reach. There is no way I was gonna let him see my defense marks. They're disgusting, I'm disgusting, I don't even see how the Cullen's can still be around me, let alone touch me. I'm just a broken plain Jane.

Carlisle POV

I was just walking in the frontdoor from work, when I saw bella trip down the stairs. Again. She used her reflexes stopping herself from the sure to be strong impact, but still managed a sick crack from her hand. As I ran to her at human speed she was cursing like there was no tomorrow, I didn't even know she knew some of these words, unless... Emmett! I'll talk to him later. Right now I need to tend to my youngest daughter.

I lifted her into my arms carrying her over to the living room couch.

"Bella? Look at me sweetheart." I asked in my usual kind voice. She looked at me hesitantly but soon threw herself at me in a hug, of course I returned it. No matter what. She's been through to much. I began murmering sweet nothings to my daughter, to get her to calm down. She eventually did and pulled away reluctently. Yes, she is definitely spending some parent/daughter time with Esme and I tonight. I took her small warm hand in my larger colder ones, pointing to the sleeve of her sweatshirt, so I had better access to her injury.

"Bella, I need to check for any breaks or sprains, may I?" At that question Bella looked at me horrified, and jerkes her hand away forcefully, and moved out of my reach, proceding to whimper. Yup, it's broken.

"Bella? Look at me please, may I see your hand? I'll be careful." I whispered to her, moving closer to her, as she pused herself deep into the cusions, trying to escape my gentle doctor hands.

"Honey, what's wrong baby girl? Let daddy fix it for you." At the words 'baby girl' and 'daddy' Bella's eyes flickered to my face. In her eyes I saw awe, pain, guilt, and trust. My daughter is in awe that I see her as my own, and she trust me with all her might, but a dash of reluctency, more than likly from her life with 'the monster'.

Bella moved towards me slowly, and relization flashes through her eyes. She was at some point moving away from me because, she was stuck in a memory of 'the monster'. Silent tears fell from her eyes as she layed her hand in mine. I layed my hand on her cheek, drying her tears with my thumb. She unconcecly leaned into the touch. I smiled at this, she feels safe around me. I gently raised her sleeve to see the damage the fall had caused. What I saw, was not what I expected, and looked at my youngest child speechless. 'The monster' has left scars on MY daughter, MY DAUGHTER! 'The monster' will pay big time for my daughter, at 17 or any younger age, she shouldn't have to defend herself from her 'father'.

I must have stared and was in thought to long because, what I heard broke my forever cold none-beating heart. "I'm s-sorry daddy. I-I tried to get a-away, I tried to d-defend myself. I-I'm s-sorry!" I looked at her mouth agape, she has nothing to be sorry for what, 'the monster' does. I pulled Bella to my chest, and held her tightly trying to keep her safe from the world around us, but I know that's impossible. But a father can try can I? "None of this is your fault Bella! Listen to me when I say this. None. Of. This. Is. Your. Fault." I spoke to her firmly, but calmy, trying to keep myself in check.

I casted Bella's wrist in... Blue, of course. Edward always says Bella looks best in blue. Always such manners.

After Bella finished her dinner she sat on the couch curled into a small ball. I sighed lightly, and quickly finished my hospital reports, while Esme flipped through a garden magazine. About 8:15 I was finished and my girls were ready for bed. It's time for some parent/daughter time!