Encore ... And the Lion Fell in Love with the Lamb by Twilight Mum69

And the Lion Fell in Love with the Lamb

by Twilight Mum69

Edward is hot headed and stubborn and his life as he knows it has ended...or has it? Bella needs to get out of an abusive life..her father and boyfriend make her life a misery, her dream is become a carer.. Be careful what you wish for.

Edward scratched his pen across the bleached paper of his diary,

Forget the Past, it is what it is and no amount of wishing on a star was going to change that.

Deal with the Present, because when life throws you a lemon and you're out of Tequila you just gotta deal with it or become the proverbial ostrich that buries one's head in the sand.

Edward had chosen the latter.

The Future... he sat back in his wheelchair and looked at the two words in front of him. How could two simple words mean so much, yet at the same time hold so little hope.

He flexed his cramping hand and looked at his daily entry to his diary once again. The diary he had been keeping since arriving home from the hospital after almost nine weeks in ICU then another three months in rehabilitation after the accident.

An accident caused when a man foolishly decided that he would have a whole hell of a lot more than just 'one for the road' and instead of getting a taxi home, he got behind the wheel of his Range Rover, ploughing through a group of students, students who had just finished their last show of their Final Major Performance, students who had, aspirations of West End musicals and dancing on Broadway.

Students whose families' lives were ripped apart and shattered into a million pieces within a blink of an eye.

Marcus Stanley age 52, fell asleep at the wheel of his 4x4 after consuming over five times the legal limit, seriously injuring three of Edward college friends, and killing his girlfriend of two years Angela, and almost crippling Edward.

The doctors refused to use the term 'cripple' as he still had feeling in his battered legs, but the 4x4's bumper had pinned his right side so hard against the dry stone wall of the college grounds that most of his skin had been damaged along with a femoral shaft fracture, leaving his right leg pinned amongst other injuries that part of his body scarred and weak.

Dropping his pen onto his desk, he pushed his hands through his unruly dirty blonde hair, causing him to wince from the tightness of his scarred skin. He hadn't allowed his mother to apply his cream, pathetically enjoying the pain he felt he deserved from being one of the survivors.

Survivor?

Why would anyone call him a survivor when his life was over?

The hospital had told him to count his blessings like Mike and Tyler, their extensive skin grafts they had, had made them able to walk again and lead normal lives. The tires of the vehicle had given them third degree burns on both their legs.

His parents told him he was one of the lucky survivors.

There was that word again, Survivor! He had actually googled it; Survivor: To live, exist or remain usable.

He looked down at his legs, even his left leg was looking weak now due to lack of movement his muscle tone looking more like an elderly man rather than a healthy eighteen year old boy.

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