I didn't mean to abandon this story. I had great ideas for it. So I'm sorry for not updating sooner. But I have been reading on here, and I've been productive (learning new writing styles and techniques). So here…

I have a collection for this story. There are outfits, what the house looks like… Please enjoy and review!

BPOV

The first thing I noticed when I came to, was the fact that there was no pain. I felt really good, and kind of like jelly. If it weren't for hushed whispers, I would be convinced that I died.

Opening my eyes, and being blinded by my chandelier, I saw who the whispers were from: Daddy and some blonde, professional looking guy, most likely Carlisle.

"Daddy..." I croaked, my voice thick from the screaming I did in the pasture. "what happened to Abbie?"

Daddy looked like he's aged 10 years in the amount of time I've been unconscious.

"Baby girl, how are you feeling?" He was avoiding the question; something was wrong.

"Dad, what's up with Abbie?"

"Honey, Abbie was really hurt. The Doc doesn't think she will last."

My whole heart felt like it shattered. I couldn't lose Abbie. Her and Daddy are

the most important things, people, in my life.

"Carlisle's son is out there with her, honey. Why don't you rest a bit then we'll go check on her okay?"

I nodded and watched as Carlisle and Daddy left the room. What was really weird was Carlisle never once said a word to me, but gave me this really weird look the entire time. It was a mix of pity and resignation. Like he knew of something that was going to happen, but wouldn't share as to what that was.

"I'm not going to wait to see Abbie." I decided in a mutter. Carefully sliding the IV out of my arm, and unhooking me from medical equipment I just noticed, I could feel the pain coming back slightly. I carefully wobbled to my closet to throw on some clothes. I knew that if Abbie was awake, she wouldn't want to see me acting different.

Abbie is a very unique creature. She doesn't care about her own safety just others. She doesn't care if she isn't in the best of health, she will be sure that you're okay, and that you're happy.

The barn Abbie was being held in would definitely have to be my favorite. We usually put sick horses or ones that we have to monitor closely in there, due to the fact it is the closet to the house. I didn't run into anyone on my way there, but when I walked in, I could hear low murmurs.

Sitting down next to Abbie was a tall man. It must be one of Carlisle's sons. He was dressed in a black wife beater with Wranglers, with black boots, and a white hat. He was currently rubbing Abbie's nose while singing to her.

"Go to sleep my darling,

Close your little eyes.

Angels are above us,

Peeping through the skies.

God is in his heaven,

And he watch doth keep.

Time for little horses to go to sleep."

His smooth, velvety voice contrasted the way he held himself. Abbie was looking rough and at the same time, relaxed. Whoever this guy is, has to be a miracle worker. I kneeled next to the guy as he continued to sing his version of the nursery rhyme to Abbie.

Abbie was covered in gauze as she lay on the barn floor. Her back left leg was wrapped up all the way to her hip. She had a huge scar that ran from the tip of her ear to her nose, in a jagged line. A small sob escaped my lip, when I realized how bad of a shape she was in.

The guy stopped singing and look at me with a look of pity.

"They were waiting on you and your decision on what to do."

I knew that almost anybody would tell me to put Abbie out of her misery. That it was for the best, but I also knew that both the Doc and Daddy wouldn't force me to do anything. I turned to the guy.

"This horse means more to me than anything. She has been my best friend since I got her. I can't…" I started sobbing into my hands. I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me into his chest. "I can't lose her."

"Do you think she can fight through this?" he asked. "If you think she can, than try. She can pull through this. Don't take this chance away from her."

I looked up at the guy. He had deep, bright green eyes that held so many emotions and had tears threatening to fall. He had stubble on his face from not shaving in a couple days and had coppery hair that was hidden under his white hat.

"Who are you?"

Charlie's POV

Five days ago, I almost lost my baby girl.

There was a knock at the door, and I opened to see Carlisle. Im not even going to pretend that there wasn't tears. I cried when I saw my best friend, who is basically my brother. It's been years since I have seen him. He still looks the same with his platinum blond hair that is almost white, styled to look professional. He honestly looks like a movie star, but that is the way Carl has always been.

I tackled him in a hug, almost knocking us both down onto the floor.

"I've missed you Carly" I teased him with his mother's nickname for him.

"I've missed you too."

I lead him into the living room so they could relax after the long drive here. We caught up, and I was introduced to his sons, Jasper, Emmett and Edward, and his wife Esme. If you looked at all the boys, you would never believe they were triplets yet related. Jasper was a thin but muscular boy who had to be at least 6 foot 3. He had blond hair that was just a little darker than Carlisle and grey eyes. Emmett was huge and bulky in a muscular way, and was about the same height as Jasper. He had pitch black hair, and dark brown eyes like my own. Edward however was the tallest and thinnest. He had reddish hair that resembled a penny, and bright green eyes. He was muscular but nothing like his brothers and towered over everyone in the room at at least 6 foot 6.

My phone rang interrupting our conversation, and I answered immediately when I saw it was Bella.

Before even a word could come out, I could hear the roar of a mountain lion on the phone.

"SHIT!" I yelled as I ran to my gun rack on the other side of the living room. I tossed a gun to Carlisle, and his boys and said, "Mountain Lion." That was all it took to get us out and running into the pasture.

As we got there I could see Bella and Abbie, and the cat. The cat was on top of Abbie tearing her up. We were still to far away to get in a shot, but Edward took off sprinting ahead of us. Bella had stood up and threw her boots at the cat to get her off of Abbie, which in turn made the cat attack her. Edward aimed and shot the cat.

Carlisle had taken care of her, but warned that she would have scars for the rest of her life. Esme has been taking care of the house and all of us, and Em and Jazz had been taking care of the animals while Edward tended to Abbie.

Edward had been sleeping in the barn on a cot right next to Abbie since the attack. You could tell that he loved that animal with all his heart. He comes inside the main house to eat and shower, but then goes right back outside.

Bella was unconscious for five days. Carl had kept her sedated to keep her from having pain and to help her body heal a bit. She had three long jagged scars down her the left side of her face, eight scars along her stomach and side, four on each side, and bite marks all over her. The bite marks will heal but the scars are going to be there forever.

I didn't want to tell her when she woke up that Abbie wasn't doing so well, but she needed to know. I just hope that she can pull through.

SOOO… What did you think? This chapter was kind of sad and depressing. Buttttt…. REVIEW please!

~Eva