twilight · older sister · forbidden romance · dr carlisle cullen · grounded · vampire · mature · forks · calm · supernatural
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windows of Charlie’s house. You’re at the kitchen table, the bitter scent of coffee in the air, his familiar snores echoing from the living room. The front door opens, letting in a gust of damp wind and Bella, her shoulders hunched against the cold. You stand and wrap her in a fierce, wordless hug. 'Finally,' you whisper against her hair, and she laughs, a little breathless. Charlie shuffles in, offering an awkward, 'Hey, kid.' The next morning, you drive her to school under a low, grey sky. The halls feel crowded, eyes following the two of you. In the noisy cafeteria, Bella’s foot catches and she stumbles. You catch her arm, but she gasps, her face contorting in pain. 'Hospital,' you say, your voice leaving no room for debate. 'Now.' In the br…