Lie To Me

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Permalink Reply by Envy Breeds Hate on September 14, 2012 at 5:01pm

This is awesome! Love it! So... Edward Cullen is a vampire. I still hate that Emmett is dead.... I love him

Permalink Reply by balletgirl on September 17, 2012 at 5:56pm

thank u!

Permalink Reply by melyjo on September 16, 2012 at 9:36pm

im speechlessssssss....... you totally blew me away...lol>>>>>>>>>

Permalink Reply by balletgirl on September 17, 2012 at 5:56pm

thanks mel <3

Permalink Reply by Delilah Cullen on March 13, 2013 at 9:48pm

I'm so happy to read this through but I fear the end is near. I do hope you'll update soon. Going back to reading lol.

Permalink Reply by balletgirl on September 17, 2012 at 5:55pm

Chapter 12 Back From the Dead

“I don’t exactly know what I can do, though. Edward doesn’t really hang around much. How am I suppose to lure him anywhere? And, won’t he be suspicious?”
“We got to figure something out,” Jasper scratched his head with his arrow. The long, harrowing sound of a wolf howling made us both freeze. “I need to get more ammo. I need to get you home.” Jasper took my arm and I followed him.
“What’s wrong?”
“The wolves always know…”
“Know what?”
“…When vampires are coming. That’s our signal to get the heck out of dodge.”
I made a mental note of that. Howling wolves equals vampires nearby. Jasper swung his bow around to his chest. “Hop on.”
“Your back?”
“Yes. Hurry.”
I jumped onto his back, and he started running so fast, that my skin was peeling off my face. It felt like I was going in one direction on a roller coaster ride. He stopped infront of the Cullen’s mansion. I got down. Jasper took out two arrows and looked around. He was in attack mode.
“Get inside,” he ordered.
“Wait. What about the plan?”
“We’ll get to that later.” His eyes darted all over the place. He was seeing something that I couldn’t. It scared me. The wolves were howling louder and for much longer.
“How will I contact you?” I begged.
“I’ll be around.”
“That’s not an answer.”
He knocked on the door.
“Bella, be safe.” Then, he took off into the trees.
Baron opened the door. I turned around, a little startled.
“Miss Bella, what are you doing outside?” he asked.
“My car broke down, Baron,” I said, as I entered the foyer.
“How unfortunate,” Baron said, in a robotic voice.
I went upstairs. I wondered if Edward was in the house, and if he’d be in his room. I had nothing to protect myself with if he decides to attack me, so I left it alone. Edward’s a vampire and his whole entire family knows. And they would let him get away with killing their other son by protecting him from the people who are meant to keep us safe from vampires. A part of me was angry with the family and another part of me felt sorry for Edward. But my fear overrode the tiny ounce of sympathy I had for him. I went and locked myself in my bedroom until morning came.
My body was less sore, in the morning. I went down for breakfast, and Rosalie looked at me as if she had seen a ghost.
“What?” I asked her. She pouted and shook her head. I knew what her problem was. I was alive, and she didn’t like that. I knew it was her who cut the brakes on my car. Who else would have done something so cruel to me. I couldn’t wait to get her alone and confront her about it.
Carolitta came to the table with a silver platter of food. “Chocolate pancakes, seasoned eggs, pigs-in-a-blanket,” she described. She placed the platter in the center of the table. Rosalie sat next to Lucie’s high chair.
Carlisle carried Alice down the stairs. He looked a little different from the first day I met him. He had aged. Or maybe it was just his sad expression that made him look older. Whenever Alice looked at him, he managed to smile at her, to cover up his despair. Carlisle set Alice down in a chair, at the table. She let her cane drop to the floor.
Esme joined Carolitta in the kitchen. I watched the contrasts between her and Carlisle, in how they dealt so differently with me. Esme acted like nothing was wrong. She was smiling all the time and going on with life. I wanted to stand up and applaud her for being such a great actress.
Carlisle couldn’t keep up with her. He slipped up a lot. I would catch him deeply contemplating, or glaring at Esme when she wasn’t looking at him. The man was falling apart at the seams, and I blamed myself for every second of it.
I wanted to tell Carlisle Esme’s secret. I wondered how serious her threats were and if she were really capable of ruining my life, or if she was just bluffing to keep me quiet. I figured, she raised such a wonderful daughter in Rosalie, that I better take her threats seriously. Rosalie must have learned her evil ways from somewhere.
After breakfast, I followed Carlisle to his library. He didn’t realize I had followed him.
“Oh, Bella,” he said, surprised. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s perfect,” I mumbled.
He stopped and put his book on the table. “You don’t sound like everything’s perfect.”
“You’re very observant,” I chuckled.
“Bella, why are you in here? Did you want something?” He sat down on the table.
“I don’t know. I mean I know. It’s just sort of complicated.”
“I know what this is about.”
“You do?” I asked, skeptical.
“I know you feel like we don’t want you here.”
“Oh, gee! Whatever gave you that idea?” I said, sarcastically.
“Rosalie will come around. Just give her time to get over the initial shock.”
I stopped him. “Rosalie is never going to like me. I’m trying to accept that. But, I don’t want to talk about her.” I sounded nervous.
“Then, what did you want to talk about?” he asked, curiously. I had his full attention, which was scary. I walked to him and sat down in a chair. Carlisle pulled out a chair and sat infront of me. “What is it, Bella?”
My brain was in knots. I didn’t know how to tell him about Esme or if I should even say anything at all.
“I know about Emmet,” I blurted. Carlisle’s face froze. I don’t know where that came from. I guess I was so afraid to rat out Esme, that I’d rather do anything else.
“What about him,” Carlisle asked. He sounded defensive, and his voice cracked.
“He’s not coming back.”
“I don’t understand,” he chuckled, fakely.
“You don’t have to lie, anymore,” I said. Carlisle was breaking down. He was a man shattering before my very eyes. I kept talking about Emmett. “Emmet’s gone, and that’s okay.”
Carlisle shook his head,” No, it’s not okay!” he yelled. I jumped.
“No, that’s not what I meant. I simply meant that people close to us die and it’s okay to mourn them. It’s okay to cry, and ask questions. You don’t have to act as if nothing ever happened. You don’t have to keep up this façade. It’s not normal and it’s not healthy.”
“He was my son,” Carlisle said, in a low voice.
“I never knew him. What was he like?” I asked.
“Emmett... he loved tennis, and all sports, but mostly tennis. He was a cocky kid, but he had every reason to be. He was a winner. He reminded me of my father. He had that endearing over- confidence that could either make you love him or hate him. They had that in common. And, then one night, he was taken away from me.”
“What happened?” I asked.
Carlisle shut his eyes. He didn’t want to go there.
“You need to heal. This is sick. You and Esme, you-“
“Esme lied to me,” Carlisle cut me off. He was looking for a way out, and I gave him one. I shouldn’t have mentioned Esme, yet.
“Please don’t change the subject,” I said. “ I want to know what happened to my brother. How did Edward kill him,” I said with gritted teeth.
Carlisle looked me between the eyes. “I won’t pin my sons against each other.”
“One of your sons is dead. I’m not asking you to play the blame game. I just want to know the truth. That’s all,” I stressed.
“I can’t do that.”
“Maybe you need to blame Edward. Blame him, and then forgive him. And, then start trying to heal-“
“Why are you saying all this? You don’t care about Emmett,” Carlisle stood up. “You’ve never even met him.”
“I know enough!”
“You don’t know anything!”
“I know the people in this family like to sweep things under the rugs, instead of dealing with them head on and facing their fears. Rosalie’s so bottled up that she can’t handle change. She can’t handle anything. She can’t handle me. She’s a brat! Do you even know what she did to my car? And Esme, Miss Mother of the Year, all she does is lie. Why do I even care? Why am I still here? She doesn’t care about me. She gave me away!”
Carlisle had hugged me. I didn’t know why, though, until I realized I was crying on his shoulder. I hugged him, too. I didn’t want to let go.
“I am so sorry about that,” he said. “But, I didn’t know anything about it, or why it happened. Esme has all the answers. She holds the truth.”
“You need to break her.”
Carlisle paused. He pulled away and looked into my face, confused.
“You’re the only one who can.”
Carlisle walked to the other side of the library. “What makes you think that? She couldn’t trust me enough with her secrets, why would she suddenly start to, now? It hurts me that she felt I wouldn’t understand. It hurts that she didn’t come to me and trust me. If Esme and I didn’t have anything, we always had trust. And that’s not true, anymore.”
I folded my arms. “There’s something I need to tell-“
“Carlisle,” Esme said, walking into the library. I froze. “Bella, what’s going on? I thought I heard voices coming from this room.
“We were just talking,” Carlisle said, sadly. Esme had no empathy on her face for Carlisle. It’s like she couldn’t see how he was feeling.
“Bella, Alice is asking for you,” Esme smiled.
Okay,” I said, sheepishly. I walked by Esme.
“Wait,” Carlisle said. “You said you needed to tell me something.”
“Oh,” I said. “It can wait.” I bolted out of there, before Esme could strike me with her death stare.
“That was close,” I said, to myself. I went to Alice’s room. She was on her bed. A bandage was wrapped around her foot. Her pink cane was on the floor. She was watching tv.
“Bella, hey,” Alice said.
“Hey, how are you feeling? Does your back still hurt?” I asked. I sat on the beanbag.
“My back doesn’t hurt, anymore. Everything’s cool except my ankle. Damn Achilles’ heel. All I wanna do is ride!”
“I know,” I said.
“TV sucks,” she said. She flung the remote across the room.
“Alice, you know what the best part of everyday is?”
“No. What?”
“You.”
“Moi?”
“Yeah, you. You’re the easiest person in this house to talk to, and you’ve got like zero baggage.” I went through her music collection. Her style seemed to be bubblegum pop, jazz, and classical music.
“Bella, that’s because I’m a kid,” she rolled her eyes. “I hope my ankle heals soon. Platinum Heart and I should be practicing our piaffe.”
“Your what?”
“It’s a dressage thing,” she said. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay. I won’t.”
“You should let Jake teach you how to ride,” she said, suddenly.
“I couldn’t.”
“Oh, come on. You could turn out to be a natural. You could give Rose a run for her money!” Alice said, excitedly.
“Get real.”
“I am being real,” she said. “Jake and I can teach you everything you’ll need to know. We’ll find you a horse that you connect well with. It’ll be fun.”
“I’ll think about it.”
It started raining outside, and thunder blasted through the walls. “I mean dressage is cool and everything, but if you don’t like it, you can always try western. Jake knows more about that than I do. Western isn’t really our style, though. Rose hates western.”
I listened to Alice go on and on about the differences between Western and English horseback riding. The loud rain and thunder would drown out her voice, and become like music to my ears. It was comforting.
When night fell, I looked out the window and saw a figure standing right outside my window. It was Jasper. I got dressed and stepped out of my room. Then, I bumped into Rosalie. I sighed.
“You forgot to give back my riding boots,” she said.
“You have like eight pairs of riding boots,” I said.
“And?”
I sighed. I went in the closet and grabbed her boots that I borrowed. I shoved them into her chest. “By the way, thanks for cutting the brakes off my car. Real classy.”
“You’re welcome, Bella. It was a wasted effort. You’re still here.”
Rosalie walked away. I took a deep breath, and thought happy thoughts.

Permalink Reply by Seugnet du Toit on September 17, 2012 at 7:08pm

Bella has a lot of mysteries to solve, but it's no mystery who cut the brakes!

Permalink Reply by balletgirl on September 18, 2012 at 10:32am

i know. there's alot going on at once. thanks for responding! =D

Permalink Reply by balletgirl on September 18, 2012 at 10:31am

Chapter 13 All the Dead Horses

I went downstairs, and stopped when I saw Esme sitting on the sofa sipping wine. I tiptoed backwards, but she had already heard me.
“Bella, what are you doing up?”
“Ugh. I was just going to get a cold glass of water.”
Esme got up and I, reluctanly, followed her into the kitchen. She poured me a glass of water.
“What did you and Carlisle talk about?” she asked.
“Er, we talked about stuff. Nothing interesting really.”
“He looked pretty shaken up.”
“Well, don’t look at me.”
“You were about to tell him my secret, weren’t you.”
“Esme.. Mom… Mrs. Cullen, whatever you want me to call you, I would never betray you like that, even if you did betray me.”
“How did I betray you? I don’t even know you!”
“See, that’s the thing! You don’t believe you did anything wrong, when you did something totally wrong. You gave me away.”
“How was that wrong? I had to protect Carlisle and our future.”
“By getting rid of me?”
“It was a long time ago. I barely remember, myself, what happened!”
“Liar! You do remember. You didn’t love me?”
“I couldn’t love you, you weren’t Carlisle’s.” Esme looked away, ashamed.
“You couldn’t love me?” I cried, angrily. “Because my father wasn’t who you wanted him to be?”
“Bella, it’s more complicated than that.”
“No, it isn’t!” I screamed at her. “You are a shallow and petty person.”
“Bella.”
“No! You let me finish! You don’t care about anyone but you. You probably don’t really love anyone in this house.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Bella. You’re upset. It’s the emotions talking.”
“No, it’s me talking, you heartless selfish woman. I don’t even know what I am still doing here.”
“Then, leave.”
“I can’t leave,” I looked her in the eyes. “I’m not leaving without the truth, all of it!”
“Well, then I feel sorry for you.” Esme tossed her glass in the sink and left me in the kitchen. She stopped at the staircase. I went to the front door. “Where the hell are you going?”
“Out!”
“Get upstairs to your room. You know the rules,” she said, angrily.
“Fine!”
I ran up to my room, and cried myself to sleep.
When morning approached, I picked myself out of bed. I combed my hair in the mirror. I compared my face to Rosalie’s. She was blonde and I was a brunette. We were obviously fraternal twins. The reality was that none of us girls belonged to him, not really. Alice was adopted. And Rose and I were probably fathered by his brother, Clint. But, who knows, maybe there’s some other guy that Esme didn’t tell anyone about. I went downstairs.
Carolitta managed a smile for me. I spent the morning with Alice. We watched, TV and did our nails.
Rosalie, Lucie, and Esme spent the day together. Carlisle left for work. There was banging at the front door late in the afternoon. Baron answered it.
Jacob was on the other side, out of breath. His eyes were large like a frightened horse.
“Jacob, what’s wrong?” I asked.
“There’s been a murder,” Jacob said. Everyone came to the door. Esme pulled Jacob inside the house. “In the stables.”
“The stables?” Esme said.
“Four horses are dead. There is blood everywhere,” Jacob said.
“What happened, Jake?” Alice grabbed his shirt. She cried. “Did you see who did it?”
“No.”
“Which horses, Jake?” Rosalie asked.
“No, don’t,” Esme shook her head.
“Which horses, Jake?” Alice repeated Rosalie. Jacob sighed, and took a few deep breaths.
“Grand Slam… Silver Bullet… Tank…,” Jacob said.
“Who else!” Rosalie shouted.
Jacob looked down into Alice’s face. I shut my eyes. I knew what was coming.
“And Platinum Heart.”
Alice screamed and fell to the floor.
I tried to comfort Alice. Rosalie and I helped her to the couch.
“Where were you when this happened?” Esme asked Jacob. “If you had been doing your job-”
“Hey,” Jacob shouted. “Don’t try to put this on me. I love those animals. I went in for work, today, and the horses are squealing at the top of their lungs. I walk in and there’s blood everywhere, on the stable walls and on the floor. And then I see four fallen horses, on the ground, dead!”
“I’m going to call Carlisle,” Esme said, quietly.
“Jake, I think you should go home,” Rosalie said.
“No, I’m not going anywhere. Is she alright?”
“She’ll be fine,” Rosalie said. Jacob came over to the couch.
“Alice, are you okay?” Jake asked. Alice got up and ran into Jacob’s arms. I was worried about her ankle, and if she had made it worse.
Jake was the only one who could comfort Alice at the moment. She held onto Jacob, and Rosalie couldn’t make him leave.
When Carlisle returned home, he had a team of people with him. We watched them bury Grand Slam, Tank, Silver Bullet, and Platinum Heart near the Blue Fire Lake across from the Cullen’s horse stables. The horses were very quiet at Lion Heart Farms. It’s like they knew what was going on and they were paying their respects. After the funerals, I watched Alice run back and place white roses on top of each of their graves. She lied on the ground, on top of Platinum Heart’s grave. I decided not to disturb her and went back to the mansion.
Today was a long, difficult day. Everybody wanted to rest when it was over.
Alice was holding her ankle. She was in pain, had been ignoring it and walking on it all day. And now she was suffering the painful consequences. I got her a bowl of icy water and a cold towel for her ankle.
Later, Carlisle carried her upstairs to her room.
Carolitta fixed me a cup of hot cocoa, and Esme gave her the night off. When everyone was in bed, I was up, sitting under the window sill in the foyer, sipping cocoa. I had no one to talk to, and I wish that Jasper would spring up out of thin air. I heard a noise and I went to investigate. I went to the back of the house, and bumped into a shirtless, pantless Edward, in the laundry room. I accidentally spilled my hot cocoa on his chest. It dripped down and stained his tight, black boxer shorts.
“Sorry,” I shrieked.
“It’s fine,” he said. He grabbed a towel off the dryer and wiped his chest.
“Where have you been? I haven’t seen you all day long,” I said, cautiously. I realized I was talking to a vampire.
“I have a life of my own, you know,” he said.
“Fair enough, but did you hear about what happened to the horses?”
Edward paused. “Yeah, I heard.”
“You missed the funerals.”
“I was busy.”
I sipped my cocoa.
“How is Alice holding up? Is she okay?” he asked, sincerely.
“She’s very hurt and upset.”
Edward winced, as if it was painful for him to hear about how broken Alice was.
“It’s late,” he said.
“Yeah.”
I moved to let him by. When he was gone, I opened the washing machine. I pulled out a pair of bloody blue jeans, and a dark grey sweater drenched in blood. Air got stuck in my throat. I wondered who was going to wash these. Was Edward going to come back and wash them or was this Esme and Carlisle’s job to cover up their vampire son’s tracks.

Permalink Reply by Seugnet du Toit on September 18, 2012 at 1:16pm

Poor Alice!

Permalink Reply by Envy Breeds Hate on September 18, 2012 at 8:36pm

Woah!! This is intense! Loving it :) Keep up the great work. You blow me away every time I read your work

 

- Dajah

Permalink Reply by balletgirl on September 21, 2012 at 10:34am

thanks Envy! glad u like it

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