Twilight: Bonnie Cullen.

"Human"

My vision was jazzy when I awakened.
I sat up from my laying down position on the...table?
What?
Where am I?
I swing my legs down, looking around the dimly lit room.
I thought I was at the library? I went there and...oh yeah.
Crap.
I made a total ass of myself.
Jumping down from the bench, I shudder in pain. Tripping certainly did damage to ribs. Again.
I look around the room, trying to figure out my surroundings. It's takes a second, but then I remember, this is the back room of the diner, where they store everything.
In the back of the diner, there's a kitchen and a separate storage room.
I, was laid up unconscious on the bench of the storage room.
Bet the health inspector will love that.
"I don't care what you think...just stop getting involved" a voice warns I the next room. A familiar voice.
Michael.
"Listen, it's for her own good if she gets checked over properly." Now that's a voice that I may not be familiar with, but could identify it's husky tone anytime.
Edward.
Why is he here? Did he being me here after my accident? What are Michael and he dicussing?
I walk over to the closed steel door and try to bend down as best I can, pressing my ear to the cold door, listening as best I can. "Look... just... I dont know-" Michael seems lost for words, "- No offense, but I can take care of her."

"You havent been doing a good job, have you? She's in there black and blue. We can help. We can make it stop." Why does Edward even care? What the hell is happening?

"You think I want this? That girl out there laying unconscious, is my sister. I want the world for her, and it may not seem possible to you, or your dad or anyone else, but I can give her it. Okay? I'll get her out, move off, shell go to college and be happy. So if you think i want this, think again..." Michael's rant dies down and I can hear him sighing and shuffling around the room.

I hear Edward starting to speak but Im surprised by someone entering the room.

"You should be resting." A voice silently enters the room.
It startles me and I jump, causing a shudder of pain to shoot through me.
Ouch.
I turn to find a tall man, dressed in dark jeans and a black dress shirt. His glowing pale skin hints he couldnt be any older than his mid thirties. With his golden hair sweeped to the side, and glistening golden eyes, hes stands by the other door leading to the kitchen with a class of water clasped in his hands. Edwards adoptive father.

"I wasnt, um eavesdropping- I um..." I stutter, pulling myself up from my leaning position against the door seperating us from Edward and Michael. I sauntered painfully over to the bench trying my best to hide my pain. He cant find out.

Taking a seat on the low level bench, Dr Cullen makes his way towards me, his other hand out stretched. "Sure you werent." He smiles cooly. " Im Carlisle Cullen, Im Edwards guardian. I believe you  are Bonnie?" I stare at his outstretched hand, deciding if I could shake it without bursting out a cry of pain. Slowly, I lifted a hand from my stomach and grabbed his, as soon as we shook, I pulled my hand away and he let out a low chuckle. My hands still stung from the touch of his ice cold touch.

"Your freezing." I said, clasping my stomach again.

"And your dehydrated." He smiled handing me the glass of water.

"Thanks." I answered, wondering why he dodged my statement. No matter how hard I tried, I couldnt hear Edward and Michaels heated conversation. I wonder what they were talking about? When was Michael coming back?

Feeling dizzy, I released a hand from my ribs and brought it to my forehead. When i brought it back, there was a small spot of blood smeared across the tips of my fingers, I groaned at the sight. No one told me what happened yet?

"Your probably wondering how your here." Carlisle spoke, walking towards me. As he stood in front of me and raised a hand to examine my head, I flinched. "Im not going to hurt you Bonnie, Im a doctor. And your brother is only next door." I looked up from staring at my lap and looked into his eyes, searching for a sign for me to say what to do.

"Im fine." I dismiss, looking into his grey eyes. Wait. Grey eyes? But they were golden? "Your eyes...They were golden. Now there... grey..." I trail as he smiles at me.

"Contacts." He smiles. "Can I please clean your head?"  Another dismissal.

"Fine. But tell me what happened."

Carlisle opens the small first aid box that i never noticed beside me and tears open an anti septic wipe and pushes my hair from my eyes and begins to wipe. The sting sets in and I wince, but dont move.

"You came to the library. There was a cart beside the door and you ran into it, knocked yourself out cold. My wife- I believe you know her, Esme- works there. Edward and I were helping out, and then you showed up. Edward recognized you from school, said Michael worked here, so Edward carried you to the car and we drove you here." He finished cleaning the cut and began peeling the plastic from a band aid to place over the wound. "And now my son has disappeared with Michael to have a word about a subject I am not aware off."

But I am. Michael is probably cussing Edward out for asking questions.

Carlisle takes a step back after packing the box again. "There. Taken care off." HE smiles. "Blood attracts unnecessary attention." Okay. Thats weird. I thank him as he steps back.

What doe she mean by that?

Just as I am about to ask him, the door to my right opens and in steps Michael, and then Edward.

Edward moves to beside his father, who is now standing against the island I woke up on. Michael quickly moves to my side and pulls me into a swift hug. I wince in pain and he apologises, lifting me from the bench. I lean on him for support as he wraps his arm around me.

I look up to Michael, but he avoids my gaze. What was he and Edward taling about? Oh my god... Did he? Tell him about our father? No... Oh no...

As I look awa from Michael, Edwards gaze catches mine. His golden eyes burn into me and make me want to hide behind Michael. I cant believe this happened. I only wanted to see him, and now Im balck and blue -from before and now- and can barely stand form my accident. Not that I was any better before it though.

Carlisle is the first to break the silence.  HE crosses his arms infront of his defined chest and smiles towards Michael.

" I believe Edward has talked to you about an examination." What? Though Carlisle didnt know what they were talking about? Im not sure about this guy...

 "yeah..." Michael looks down to me and grabs me by the shoulders. " Look Bon, Dr Cullen thinks its best to give you a check up at the hospital, just for concussion, after your fall-"

"What? Michael- No."

"Bon, it'll be okay-"

"Michael. No." I send him  glare trying to say with my eyes what I can say with my mouth. If our father finds out... Im dead. Hes dead.

Michael leans to whisper in my ear, "B, he wont know. Please. For me."

"No, Michael, hell find out- No!" I scream, backing away into the corner, clasping my ribs. Edward and Michael exchange quick glances and nods and before I know it, Michael has me scooped into his arms as Im thrashing in pain. "Michael, put me down! Stop it!"  I cry in pain. thrashing and screaming as Carlisle opens the fire exit that leads to outside. In a flash, Edward throws a sheet over my limbs, protecting me from the cold. As he carries me into the blistering cold night, Edward and Carlisle following close behind.

My screams of protests died into sobs now as we walked to the carpark in the cold.

I could hear Carlisle volunteering to drive and Michael accepting. After placing me into the cold leather back seat of the dark Volvo jeep, Michael climbed in with me, cuddling me into his arms. Edward climbed into passenger  and Carlisle drove. Michael kept reassuring me that Dad wouldnt find out, low enough for the Cullens not to hear.

I couldnt even comprehend what was happening. Michael and Edward friends? Plotting against me? The hospital? What? I just wanted to go to the library?

The last I can remember in the car other than the rain beating of the roof of the car, and the pitch black night, was Carlisle telling Michael we werent going to the hosptial, that we were going to the Cullens home.