“Bella…be reasonable. It’s not fucking safe and you know
it.” He said with a hint of sadness in his voice as he pulled on his untamed
hair again.
I was sick of the “be
reasonable” I kept hearing from everyone.
Reasonable was me not losing my fucking mind after everything I had
learned over the past few days. Dr.
Cullen wasn’t anything like Dr. Riley which was good and bad. Dr. Cullen was strait forward and explained
everything I had been through physically while I was…away. I was extremely dehydrated and malnourished
when I arrived, but the IV was coming out in thirty minutes. I had died twice on the damn operating table
and was revived, but not without issues to my system. I was healing as expected physically, but
mentally they were concerned. Dr. Cullen
was having a shrink come by and talk to me after the Christmas holiday and
assess my needs on a physiological level.
That was the only good news…well good as I was going to get for the time
being.
The mutilation to my ankles, were the hooks had been
imbedded in my skin, needed surgery.
There was significant damage to the tendons, muscles and bone, which had
to be repaired. Over the next year I would have to have multiple reconstructive
surgeries on both legs as well as a skin graph on my stomach. I was going to be in a wheel chair for god
only knew how long and would have to rely on someone for most of my basic
necessities until I learned how to maneuver in and out of the wheelchair. I was going to have to learn to walk again
and I may even have to use braces for the rest of my life even after all
that.
I had a mental cluster fuck going on in my brain because
I hadn’t been raped at all like I thought.
There was speculation about them raping girls in the same room as I was
in, to make me think it was happening to me, so they could manipulate me
easier. I was trying to figure out what
was reality and what was from the drugs they had me doped up on in
captivity.
I hid the cringes when people touched me, which was not
as successful as I hoped, and I could see pain on Edwards face every time I
flinched. I worried I would not be able
to be held in his arms ever again. What if I couldn’t stand to be touched in
any form? I was scared shitless about
the future and what it meant for me and the man I loved. I was worried he wouldn’t want me
anymore. I tried to keep my body covered
when he was near me just so he wouldn’t be appalled by me. I think for everything I had gone through and
was still going through I was being damn reasonable. I just didn’t want to spend one more minute
in this damn room when it wasn’t going to change a thing about my situation.
“It’s just as safe as me being in this damn hospital
room.” I retort hostility seeping through my voice.
“Charlie and Sam-“
“Charlie will be with you and Sam is here with me. I’m not arguing about this any damn more
Edward!”
“Isabella!”
“DO NOT Isabella me…you are not going to throw out that
dominant shit when you don’t get your way…you tried controlling my life once
before and that didn’t go well.” I spat.
Edwards head snaps up toward mine and the hurt on his face makes me
realize what I just implied. I gasp and cover my mouth with my hands.
Edward stormed out of the room without a second glance
and I felt a tear slips down my face.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” I whispered into the room
as I buried my head in my hands and cried.
