Help me - A Twilight Fanfiction

11 - stitches

"Carlisle" I say under my breath  before carrying on walking. I am a mess, I have tears streaming down my face and I don't even know why.

Suddenly I feel two stone cold hands on my shoulders, stoping me in my tracks.
"What's happened olive? Where are you going?" I turn to face Carlisle taking a breath before answering him.
"I'm going home and nothing has happened, god! What are you so worried about!" I shout a little bit to defensively. You can definitely tell something has happened.

"Look either you come back inside and talk to me in my office, or I take you back to the hospital and you will have to stay there." For fucks say, I think to myself.
"Fine!" I say, I knew I couldn't do anything to make his mind budge.
"Follow me then olive." He says and strides towards his house.

I ignore the glances I get from the other Cullen's and walk up to what I presume is carlisle's home office. When I walk in he pushes the door to then sits behind his desk gesturing for me to sit on the opposite side. I do.

"What happened just now?" Carlisle asked me. I was thinking of an answer when there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Carlisle speaks again. The door opens silently and I see Rosalie step inside.

Perfect. I think to myself.

"Carlisle we need to talk."she says, glancing at me then back at him. He nods for her to sit on the other chair, the one next to me.
"Don't you fucking dare Rosalie." I say threateningly. Glaring at her, dead in the eyes.
"I'm sorry I have to, you need to be safe. Forgive me." She says. And I could see the sincerity in her eyes.

"Someone tell me what is going on." Carlisle says stoping us from bickering any further.
"Please..." I whisper knowing it was no use.
"I saw cuts on olives wrist when she was moving hair out of her face." She says.

I close my eyes and sigh. "I'm fine, it was my cat."
"You do realise I was at your house last night right? You don't have a cat." Well shit. I think to myself. "Now please show me. Thank you Rosalie you can leave if you want now." Rosalie smiles and nods in his direction before standing to leave. But I grab her wrist.
"Please stay." I speak quietly but she sits back next to me.

"Lets see how bad it is." Carlisle says. I look up at Rosalie who gives me an encouraging nod. I take a deep breath and roll up my sleeve to show Carlisle.

He gently takes my hand and pulls it closer towards him. "Olive these are very deep, they are going to need stitched and bandaged." He says.

I nod sadly and let him do his thing. It didn't hurt when he was stitching the wounds up. After he has finished with he wounds he wrapped a bandage around my arm, from my elbow to my hand. "When did you do this?" He asks me.
"About two days ago." I say looking down into my lap. 

He gives me a look, one full of pity and sorrow. I can feel the anger in my chest rising. I wasn't a baby and everyone keeps greeting me like one.

"Look we are going to have to do something to keep you safe." He says.
"I can keep myself safe. God!" I shout. I'm frustrated and have so much built up anger.
"Well you obviously can't!" He says with a raised voice. I'm shocked.
"Can't what, Carlisle?!" I shout back at him.
"Keep yourself safe god dammit!" 
"I can keep myself safe!" I shout through bared teeth.

He takes a second to breathe before continuing, "How often do you do this." He says more calmly thank before.
"Oh so that's what this is about. Me cutting myself!? I know what I am doing to myself, I'm not some stupid halfwit. You don't know the fucking half of it. No actually you don't even know the bare minimum, so stop acting like you know my life, okay?!" I shout. But he doesn't respond.

"Olive..." He says slowly, calmly.
"What?!" He looks at me stunned but I carry on. "What you think I can't look after myself! I am fine! Just fucking leave me alone! Stop fucking looking at me like I'm some broken toy! I don't fucking care what you think, I'm fine!" God that felt good to get out.

I slip my hand our of Rosalie's grasp, push back on my chair and walk towards and out his office door. He sighs but watches me leave. I don't stop or turn around to look at him, instead I walk straight out the front door. But I do regret what I said so much. He was just trying to be nice. God I fuck things up so bad sometimes.

I carry on walking straight down their driveway, which, for those of y'all that don't know, is fucking long. Suddenly I hear car tyres on the gravel drive. It's only then, that I first turn around. I see Rosalie in the car, she rolls the window down.

"Where are you going?" She says to me. I roll my eyes.
"Home, if you don't mind." I say sarcastically.
"Your walking from here?" She asks and I nod. "Well that's a long way." I shrug.
"I don't have a ride, I'm seventeen, poor and Kevin is-" I stop, god I have to stop nearly overspilling.
"Get in." She says to me.
"What?" I say, confusion in my voice.
"Get in the car, I'll give you a ride. Please?" She says. I nod only because I don't want to walk home in the dark.

I open the door to the passenger seat and slide my small body onto the seat. We sit in the car in a awkward silence for a while.

"What were you going to say before?" She asks me. Shit. I think to myself. Okay, let's play it off cool.
"What?" God that was shit.
"Before when you said - your seventeen, poor and Kevin is, but you stopped there. Kevin is what?"she says questioningly. Shit.
"Kevin is, away with work." I say but there is a hint of uncertainty in my voice, and I know she knows.
"Oh really. Because if he isn't you can tell me. I won't tell anyone." She says. I scoff.
"Like I haven't heard that one before." I mutter loud enough for her to hear but mainly to myself.
"Don't say that. I couldn't have you at risk like that." I roll my eyes but let it go.
"Kevins on a work trip okay! He'll be back soon." She nods slowly, I know she still thinks I'm lying which is true but she drops it and I am grateful.

That car journey was the longest 20 minutes of my life. Actually that's a lie. It was one of my punishments from Kevin, it was the second or third time I ended up in hospital for something. This time I hadn't gotten straight A's. But that's a story for another time.

When she pulls up to my house all the lights are off. I slowly open the door, but just as I go to jump out she places a hand on my shoulder. "Will you be safe tonight or do you want me to stay?" I take a moment to think.
"I don't know, can you maybe stay?" I say quietly, embarrassed.

I make a mental note to write in my diary of today's events when I get a chance.

And so Rosalie stays with me that night and the night after until...