Chapter 5 The Stables
In the morning, I felt rested. I never slept in a bed this comfy before. I folded up my comforter just as Carolitta came into my room.
"Miss Ramora, I hope you slept well."
"I did. And, please, call me Bella."
She nodded, "Very well."
I looked at my face in the vanity, and compared my features to Esme's and Carlisle's. I cupped my chin. I could see no resemblance, but Esme and I seem to have the same eyes. That gave me some hope that I wouldn't have to go back to Texas. It was weird having someone make my bed for me and tidy my room. I felt lazy as Carolitta, the Cullen's maid, was doing all the work that I usually do, and without being asked.
"So, when did you start working here?" I asked.
"Oh, I have been with the Cullen's since Edward was born," she replied, fluffing the pillows.
"He's a strange one, isn't he," I said.
"Well, he has been rather odd since his accident."
"Oh. I don't know if they want me to share this with you. They don't talk about it."
"Oh. I understand. Where are you from?"
"I'm from Ukraine. I migrated here with my daughter, Rusalka. She lived with my sister while I worked at the Cullen's."
"You have a room here? I never see you leave."
"Yes, they were nice enough to let me have my own room in the mansion, so that I can be on call 24/7 and be close to the family."
"Don't you miss your daughter?"
"I see her as often as I can. She's a grown woman now. She has her own life. You are the first company I have seen come through this house in a long time. The Cullens haven't been very sociable people since Edward's accident."
I wanted to know more about that accident, but I knew she wasn't going to give me any details.
"So, what's a girl to do around here?" I asked.
"There's a stable across the pond. Alice can show you how to get there."
"Cool. I love horses."
"The Cullens have plenty of winners."
"They race horses here?" I asked, excited.
"Only the best."
"- Hey, Carolitta. - Good morning, Bella," said Alice.
"Alice, why don't you show Bella to the stables, this morning. I'll be serving brunch at 10."
"Sounds like a plan. -Come on, Bella. I'll get Rose to lend you a pair of her riding boots."
We walked down the hall to Rosalie's room.
"Knock Knock. Hey, Rose," Alice said, quietly. Rosalie was rocking Lucie in her arms. "Bella needs to borrow a pair of riding boots."
Rosalie looked at me. "What's wrong with her own shoes."
"She'll give them back. Come on, Rose. Don't be selfish."
Rosalie paused. "Fine. Look in the closet."
Alice skipped to the closet, but the doors seemed to be locked when she pulled on them.
"The other closet," Rosalie rolled her eyes.
I tried on Rosalie's riding boots. At first, I was afraid that my feet would be too big, but they fit as if they were my own.
"Wow. We have the same shoe size," I told Rose.
"Don't get use to it," She griped.
"Thanks for being nice, Rose," Alice said. Alice and I bundled up and went outside. The air was misty and chilly. And fragments of snow was falling from the clouds. We passed the wide pond and got to the stables. In Texas, I was always around horses. But, I had a secret. I never rode them. Cautious, I kept my distance. Horses, like most animals, are unpredictable and I always feared that fatal kick.
The horses were gorgeous. Beautiful, large beasts of cocoa brown, jet black, chestnut, pure grey, and lovely paints- but, my jaw dropped when I saw they had an Appaloosa. My favorite breed. She was white- based, with dark brown spots everywhere. She looked like a tub of cookies n cream ice cream.
"That's Lady Killer. Isn't he nice?" Alice said, brushing the Appaloosa's mane with her hand.
"-um. Not much," I lied.
Alice chuckled. "Ever been on a horse before?"
"Lexie took me to De Soto Hill where I had my first pony ride when I was six."
"I meant recently."
"...No," I fessed up.
"That's fine. Jacob can help you. He's the stable boy. Maybe, he's around here, somewhere," she said, looking around. The horse in the stall on the left of Lady Killer was Grand Slam. His name plate was gold. He must be their prized horse. Grand Slam was the solid color of dark chocolate and his coat was smooth and shiny, and he had beady little dark chocolate brown eyes to match. Someone walked into the stables. It was a guy, walking with his head low. He was dirty and sweaty. He stopped and looked up at me, with scrutiny.
"Who the hell are you?" he chuckled.
"Oh... I'm Bella."
"- Alice went to look for you."
"She did?" He grabbed the dirty towel from over his shoulder and wiped his face with it.
"She did," I said, enamored by how gorgeous he was.
"-Oh, there you are, Jake. Man, you're dirty."
"All in a night's work," he said.
"How is she?" Alice asked, her face gloom.
"She's coming around. Billy said she got into some poisonous plants. But don't worry. It's cureable."
"My horse, Platinum Heart, got sick a couple of days ago," Alice told me. "Jacob's dad is a vet. He's helping her get better. Platinum Heart is my grey Arabian. She's the best. Got the best genes. She cost Daddy a fortune. And, she's so fast. Bella, you should see her. One day, she's going to shine in the winner's circle."
Jacob looked at Alice, admiringly.
"She is pretty good. But, she'll never win against Thunderbolt's Colt. Now that is a fast horse."
Chapter 6 Encounter
“Thunderbolt’s Colt is a lively fellow,” Alice said, her confidence drifting away.
“But, hey,” Jacob said, throwing his arm around her shoulder, “I’m sure her time will come. Every horse has its day.” That seemed to cheer Alice back up.
“Bella wants to learn how to ride,” Alice said.
“What? No, I never said that.”
“Where are from, anyway?” Jacob asked.
“Texas? You must be an indoor girl, if you’re from Texas and don’t even know how to ride a horse,” Jacob said.
“I guess you could say that,” I replied.
“Maybe some other time. I have a crapload of work to do, like every day.”
“Maybe tomorrow, then,” said Alice.
“I can’t afford riding lessons, anyway,” I said.
“Let’s go get breakfast, then,” said Alice. “Jake, you hungry?”
The three of us headed back to the mansion for brunch. I had a bowl of apple cinnamon oatmeal and a carton of orange juice.
I loved watching Jacob eat. He was just a nice, strong guy. He smiled at me a few times throughout brunch.
Rosalie came downstairs with Lucie. She didn’t look happy to see Jacob. She seemed to make him uncomfortable.
“Hi, Jake,” said Rose, in a dull voice.
“Hey, Rose. How are you?” said Jacob.
Rosalie grabbed some brunch for her and Lucie and went back upstairs.
“She’s so cold, these days,” Jacob said.
“Are you guys close?” I asked. “Rose seemed a little defensive around you.”
“We use to date. But, she dumped me for her future baby daddy.”
“How long did you guys go out?”
“Two years. Then, this cookie- cutter rich guy comes in and steals her right from under me. Then he leaves her high and dry, and with a baby. That’s karma for yah.”
“You don’t feel bad for her?”
“Why should I? She did the exact same thing to me.”
“Yeah, but she has a baby now.”
“Not my problem. And, not my baby.”
“Did you two love each other?”
“I thought we did. I mean, we both said the words, but I guess her heart wasn’t that into it, if she could leave me so easily for a richer, better- at- everything type of guy, or any guy for that matter.”
“I’m so sorry. I can tell that you had strong feelings for her.”
“I did. But, not anymore. It’s been over for a long time, now.”
“Well, I think it’s stupid what she did. She really lost someone special.”
Jacob blushed. “I’m not that special. I thought what we had in our relationship was special, though. It just wasn’t enough for her, I guess.”
“She lost a great guy.”
‘Thanks, Bella,” he chuckled.
“I believe you.”
I slid my hand up and down his arm, feeling his muscular forearm. He froze, but he didn’t seem to mind it at all. “My, your hard!”
“I work out,” he said.
“I can tell.”
He took my hand and placed it on the counter. His hand on top of mine, we looked into each other’s eyes. He leaned forward…
“Alright, everyone. Buffet’s closed,” Carolitta said, walking in, startling us. Jacob stepped back.
“I have to get back to the horses. So… See ya around.”
“Bye,” I said. He didn’t say bye, he just left quickly.
“What’s going on? He looks sprung,” Carolitta grinned.
“Well, nothing happened between us if that’s what you think.”
“I didn’t say anything happened,” Carolitta said. She placed a marble vase of red flowers on the countertop.
Afterwards, I snuck off to Carlisle’s office. Carlisle and Esme were inside, talking. I slowed my pace and stood outside the office. The door was cracked.
“Can you believe this girl?” Carlisle said.
“It’s rather odd, isn’t it? I mean, she must want something, atleast.”
“She wants a free ride is what she wants,” Carlisle said. “I’m going to send Baron off to get the DNA tests done, this afternoon. And as soon as he gets back with those negative results, I’m kicking her out of our house, personally. She can go back to Texas and be with her real family.”
My heart sunk into the pit of my stomach to know how Carlisle truly felt about me. His care and concern was all for show. They were coming out of the office and I ducked into a corner. They walked passed without noticing me there. I went into Carlisle’s office. The envelopes weren’t on the desk, anymore. I panicked. I looked around, and I went through the desk drawers looking for them. When I found them, I took them out. What if I’m really not their daughter?
Just as I was getting comfortable here, I realized all this could easily disappear and it’s back to Texas for me. I thought about Jake. I had to do something if I wanted more time with him.
So, I opened up Esme’s envelope and emptied it. I pricked a strand of hair from my ponytail and put it inside Esme’s envelope. I heard voices down the hall, heading back this way. My heartbeat sped up. I put the envelopes back into the drawer where I found them. I didn’t have time to plant my DNA inside Carlisle’s envelope, but I’m sort of glad that the voices stopped me. I went and hid behind the chair. It was just Esme and Carolitta walking back down the hall. When the coast was clear, I bolted out of there. I stood against the wall, out in the hallway, trying to regulate my breathing. What had I just done? I asked myself. I was shocked. You’re securing your future, a voice told me. It was my own voice.
“No, this is wrong,” I said out loud.
I looked up, startled. It was Rosalie, holding a quiet Lucie in her arms.
“Nothing,” I smiled. “Nothing’s wrong.”
She stared at me. “I want my boots back if you’re done with them.” Then, she walked away.
Where had my confidence gone? I was so sure that they were my parents. Why would I do such a thing, if I was so sure? The letter was all the proof that I needed. And, I still had it tucked away in the guest room, my new bedroom. And, I will always have it.
Later, Carlisle called Baron into his office. I watched from across the hall. He gave Baron the envelopes and sent him off. Baron gave me a cold smile as he exited the mansion.
I could tell he didn’t trust me, or like me, for that matter. But, like I care about what some old butler thinks…
That night, it was colder than usual. My comforter was comfortable, but it didn’t keep the coolness away. I remembered Esme’s house rules, about pitter- pattering feet and walking around at night, but I had to get up to get an extra blanket.
I stepped out into the dark hallway. I was using my cell phone as a light. I took very light, light steps to the linen closet.
Bella, a voice said my name. I froze, as clearly and surely as I heard it. I even dropped the blanket on the floor, I was so startled. I was more than startled, I was afraid to move. I held up my cell phone to see around me, but I was totally alone.
“Edward,” I whispered.
You shouldn’t be out here, the voice said.
“I can here you,” I said, as my knees buckled from under me. I grabbed up the blanket off the floor, and was about to run down the hall back to my room as fast as I possibly could, until something grabbed me. I was about to scream, until a cold hand was over my mouth.
His golden eyes narrowed and shined in the darkness. I could see them better than I could see anything else. The cell phone slipped from my hand and popped as it hit the hardwood.
His face was an inch away from mine. Edward subtly inhaled, breathing in the scent of my honey bubble bath. My heart was pounding like crazy.
“You shouldn’t be out here,” he said. It was his voice I was hearing. As he spoke those word, my eyes were glued to his pearly, perfectly lined, sharp teeth. I was horrified. Then, a hall light came on, and Edward had vanished.
I looked for him and only found Carolitta standing beside the light switch, three rooms down the hall. She rushed to me. “I thought I heard voices. What are you doing up?”
“I was just getting an extra blanket. I was cold in my room,” I said, my voice, shaky.
“Bella?... Are you alright?”
“Carolitta, I don’t know. Something…”
“What is it, girl. Spit it out.” Carolitta looked down the dark, empty hallway, and then took me back to my room.
I got under the covers and she laid extra blankets over me.
“Esme said it’s not safe to walk around at night,” I told Carolitta.
“Not safe? Why would she say that?”
“She didn’t say it exactly. But, she insinuated to me that it’s not safe here.”
“Well, she is very overprotective of her children,” Carolitta said.
“No. She meant something much more than that. I wasn’t alone out there in the hall. Edward was with me.”
Carolitta locked eyes with me as soon as I mentioned Edward’s name. “So, you see him, too?”
“See him? What do you mean, Carolitta?”
“Sometimes, I see him. I will wake up in the middle of the night from heat sweats…. And I will see him, standing in the corner of the room, his eyes focused on me. One time, I awoke to him staring at me and he was closer than he had ever been before. I was so scared. I didn’t tell his parents. I didn’t know what to do or, or what to think.”
“Oh, Carolitta. That must have been really scary.”
“It’s not his fault. We must not be afraid of him.”
“What’s not his fault, Carolitta?”
“Lord, forgive our poor child, for he knows not what he does,” Carolitta said to herself, holding on, tightly, to the silver cross around her neck.
“Go to bed, Bella.”
“Sweet dreams, my dear.” She was fearful. I could hear it in her voice. Carolitta left and closed the door behind her. I turned on the lamp and sat up in my bed. How could I manage sweet dreams after that? But, I did dream. But, my dreams felt so real that I couldn’t tell if they were dreams or reality. I was afraid to wake up. I ‘d rather dream. I’d rather he not be real.
Very good! Wow, the stuff about Edward is so weird but cool. I can't wait to read more!
thank you, Envy!! =D chapter 7 will be in 3 parts
Chapter 7 Part 1 Half Truths
The next morning, when I woke, I couldn't stop thinking about Edward. I knew that something was very wrong with him. And, with what Carolitta had said to me in confidence, I also knew that the Cullens were hiding something, something that had to do with their son, Edward.
I got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Alice, Rosalie, Lucie, Esme, and Carolitta were present.
"Where's Edward?" I asked, immediately. They all just stared at me. Carolitta glared at me with fear and caution. She shook her head at me. "What's the big deal?" I asked everyone.
"He's not a morning person," Rosalie said, as she hand fed Lucie. Their reactions scared me. I thought to never speak of him again while he wasn't present.
"Bella, May Carlisle and I have a word with you, in confidence, in his office, this morning?" Esme asked me. Her voice was monotoned and even. She looked totally serious and it made me feel like I had done something wrong.
"Sure," I replied. "What about?"
"Just follow me, dear."
Alice and Rosalie looked curious, but they didn't follow us. Esme and I walked into Carlisle's office and Esme closed and locked the door. Carlisle was dressed in a dark blue suit. He was sitting behind his desk, holding a white envelope up in his hand. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. The Results.
"We have something for you, Miss Ramora," said Carlisle. He stood up and came around the desk. He leaned on the edge of the desk and crossed his legs. I stared at the letter still in his hand. "No matter what's in this letter, we've enjoyed your company and are glad to have met you. We're sure you are a pure person at heart and we hope you can move on with your life and find whatever it is you're looking for, Miss Ramora." He sort of smiled. I didn't know what to think of him, now.
"Please, call me Bella," I said, nervously.
"Very well," Carlisle, replied. "Bella." He proceeded to open the letter.
Esme was pacing, across from us. I could tell she was very nervous, maybe more nervous than me, but she hid it well. She wanted to be as confident as Carlisle, but she had some doubt on her face. I could see it clearly. As Carlisle was reading the results of the DNA test, his expression changed from cocky to disbelief. His eyes watered, and his lips formed a deep frown.
"What is this," He asked, in a low whisper. "This is impossible."
"What is it, darling?" Esme asked, in a shaky voice, as she rushed over and snatched the results from Carlisle's hand and read them herself. She looked conflicted and guilty. Her hands were trembling.
"You did this," Carlisle said.
"I did what, darling?" Esme asked as she turned back to Carlisle.
"Don't you darling me!" Carlisle shouted. "She's your daughter, and not mine."
"What?!" I broke in. I got the results from Esme's limp hands and read them. I focused my eyes to read the numbers. Yes, it was true. High up in the nineties, I was Esme's blood daughter. But, I had very low matches when compared with Carlisle. I was not his. What does this mean?
"Honey, please just calm down," Esme said. Carlisle wasn't angry, though. He didn't seem mad. He seemed... betrayed. Sadness washed over his face and he seemed to be staring at Esme with new, stressed, distrusting eyes.
"Carly, I love you."
"Don't you lie to me!" Carlisle said. "Why does it say what it says?"
"I don't know."
"You do know, Esme! You do know," Carlisle shouted, before dropping to his knees and sobbing. I dropped down by the wall. Now, it was clear. I had been lied to. It never crossed my mind before that I would have any ill feelings toward my natural mother if I ever found her. But, now that I have finally found her. All I want to know is... why?
I tried not to be angry at Esme. I kept telling myself there must be a logical reason why she gave me away and never told anyone about me. I slumped to the floor. What was I going to do, now?
I remembered tampering with the DNA the other day, which is why I couldn't really look at either of them, directly. This was my doing, but they are both my parents. They have to be. I can feel it deep down in my being that I belong to the both of them. I couldn't cope. I stayed in a vegetative state on the floor as they fought.
Carlisle rose from the floor with Esme's help. "How could you do this to me? My wife! My own wife."
"Darling, there must be some mistake. It is impossible for me to be that girl's mother. Ask her! Lexie Ramora is her mother and that's the truth," Esme said. Then she turned on me. "Did you hear that. Bella? Lexie Ramora is your mother. Now why don't you go back to her and stop ruining our lives. Stop ruining everything I've worked for, everything I've worked so hard for to keep," she yelled. She grabbed me by my shoulder and pushed me toward the door. "Get out!"
"Stop it, Esme!" Carlisle demanded. "Stop it, before you hurt her, and we end up with a lawsuit."
"Don't you see, honey," Esme said. "This girl is trying to destroy us. She was probably sent here from hell from the devil himself!"
"Esme!" Carlisle shouted. Esme let go of me. I slipped and fell in the chair, against the wall. Carlisle's face had softened. "It's so blatantly obvious to me, now," Carlisle said with nervous laughter.
"What is?" Esme asked. "Honey, what is?"
"You have the same eyes. My God, Esme, you even walk the same!"
Esme was shaking her head. She was in denial. Carlisle became serious. "I don't want to go there with you. I don't want to fight. But, I know I will, we will both have to face our reality sooner or later, and I want to be mentally and emotionally ready for when that time comes."
"Carlisle," Esme said in a soft, hopeless voice.
"Bella can stay, until we get this whole thing sorted."
"What will we tell the children?" Esme asked.
Carlisle took a deep breath. "The truth."
Say waaaaaaaa!? Lol xD Epic chapter! or.. part of a chapter.. lol. Can't wait for more!
LOL I have to take breaks when i write sometimes because i'm so laze..., so i break some chapters up in parts. thanks for your comment.
Chapter 7 part 2 and 3 Half Truths
Carlisle, Esme and I stepped into the living room. Baron was there talking on his cell phone.
“Baron,” Carlisle asked. “Could you round up the children? It’s important.”
“Of course, Dr. Cullen.”
Baron gave me a snide look as he passed me and went for the stairs. He hated me, but I didn’t do anything to him.
“I need to sit down,” Carlisle said.
“I’ll get you something to drink, darling,” Esme said. I didn’t want to be alone with Carlisle while he was in such a wounded state. I didn’t know what to do or say to him. I followed Esme into the kitchen. She pulled two tall crystal glasses from the cabinets and took out a bottle of chardonnay.
“Mrs. Cullen, let me get that for you,” Carolitta intruded, reaching for the bottle in Esme’s hands. Esme pulled back from her.
“No, Carolitta, I am capable of pouring chardonnay. I am not completely helpless,” Esme’s words were rushed and panicky. Carolitta backed off, and stared wide- eyed at Esme. “May I be alone with Bella for a moment…. Please.”
“Yes ma’am, Mrs. Cullen,” Carolitta whirled around and left us alone, to my dismay. I didn’t want to be alone with Esme.
“If you’re just going to attack me again…”
“I’m sorry. I should have never put my hands on you, but you have to understand I was very shocked and confused,” she said.
“Well, so was I, but Lexie taught me to keep my cool when things get roudy, something I didn’t learn from you. My real mother.”
Esme turned around to face me. She filled the glasses to their rims with chardonnay. Then, planted her palms on the kitchen counter and watched me.
“Why?” I asked. “Why’d you do it?”
“That’s personal and it’s my business . I don’t owe you any explanations, Ms. Ramora.”
My heart sank. I was disgusted by what I was hearing from her. But, I tried to stay nice. “I keep having to tell you guys you can call me Bella, and you keep choosing to call me by… my last name. I know this must be hard for you, but it’s okay.”
Esme was backing away from me. She treated me like I was some disease brought upon her family. It made me feel like crap. I stopped. “If Carlisle isn’t my father, Esme, then who is?... I won’t leave it alone, so you might as well confess.”
It was a simple question, I was expecting her to shut down and close me off. Esme grabbed my arm and we went outside through the kitchen side door. I sat down in a cushioned chair and she sat down in the chair right next to me. The cold wind blew my hair back.
“I’m going to tell you something, something that I have buried deep inside my being and something that I expect you to bury as well, as in you will not tell anyone of this. This is… very hard for me. So, please, have patience. I was a very haughty young woman back when I first got married to Carlisle. I was a wildchild and I pretty much did whatever I wanted to do. I wasn’t thinking about anyone but myself. I was selfish and ignorant and I only cared about Esme. But, over the years I have fallen so deep in love with Carlisle and his gentleness that I cannot bare to see him hurt by something from the past, something that I caused.”
“Take a deep breath, Mom,” I said. She looked at me, hard. She didn’t like me calling her ‘Mom’.
“Anyway,” She proceeded. “I had an ongoing affair when I was a newlywed. It went on for months. His name was Clint and he was so charming and caring, just like his brother.”
“His brother?” I asked, my eyes burned into her.
“Carlisle and Clint are brothers and they were very close. Clint was showing interest in me long before I married Carlisle. But, I chose Carlisle. He never knew about me and Clint. He never suspected anything was going on between us. Carlisle only knew that he loved me and that I wanted to be with him. Clint wanted to tell Carlisle about what we were doing behind his back. He loved me, you see. And he was willing to risk a strained relationship with his brother to be with me. But I wouldn’t let him. Clint and Carlisle drifted apart anyway, but Carlisle didn’t know why his brother had become so distant. One day Clint came to me to say goodbye. He couldn’t go on like he was going. All the lies and secrecy was peeling years from his life. He couldn’t have me, and so he said goodbye to me and Carlisle and he moved to Paris. And I have grown up so much since then. My feelings have grown and matured. I love our children more than anything in this world.” Esme held my hand and squeezed it, tightly. She cried, and leaned her head on my shoulder.
“You’re saying that my real father is Clint Cullen?”
“If it’s not Carlisle, then yes, that’s what I am saying.”
“Oh Esme, then that means, Rosalie and I are… we’re..”
“No, that’s not possible. I only gave birth to one child 17 years ago on September 11.”
“Esme, that’s my birthday. Rosalie has the same birthday as me? And if I’m not Carlisle’s daughter, then neither is she.”
Esme slapped her hand over my mouth. “You will say nothing.”
I moved her hand away. “More lies?”
“No. This would hurt Rosalie and I don’t want that for her.”
“What about me? I’m your daughter, too!”
“Bella, you keep quiet. Don’t you even tell Carlisle about this conversation, about my affair, about twins, about any of it. Do you hear me. Because if you do, I will make sure your life is hell and I will make sure that you are so miserable that you’d rather be dead.”
My face went blank. “Mother, how could you say that to me?”
“I am Esme to you,” She said. “You don’t have the right to call me mother.”
“Mrs. Cullen?” Carolitta called, she peeked out the window.
“We’re coming,” Esme assured her. “Let’s go back inside.”
Carlisle’s reaction to Esme coming back into the room was understandable. He seemed to not know who she was anymore. Slowly, he began to treat her like a stranger. Lucie was left upstairs in her nursery. Alice and Rosalie sat down on the love seat. Edward was standing, leaning in the doorway, looking away from everyone. Baron poured Alice a cup of apple cider. Rosalie looked dignified with her head high and her legs crossed.
Esme sat next to Carlisle and she held his hand, but he wanted to pull away, but not infront of everyone, not while everyone was watching them.
“We have some devastating news to share with you all,” said Carlisle.
“Devastatingly good news,” Esme said, oddly cheerful. Carlisle scrutinized her. “It turns out that Bella here, is our biological child. She is your sister.”
Alice gasped, but to my surprise, she was happy about it, excited even. Edward was indifferent. Rosalie, I could feel something inside her cracking, crumbling.
She grabbed the platinum angel on her necklace. “We’re related to that piece of Southern trash?” Rosalie asked, without any feelings.
“Rosalie, I will not allow you to talk that way about Bella,” Esme said. “Why aren’t you happy? She’s your twin sister.”
It was a half truth. Rosalie and I were twin girls, yes, but we weren’t Carlisle’s twin girls. I watched him. She had made the decision to hide the truth without even consulting with him about it first. I could understand his silent suffering. I didn’t blame him for holding his glass so tightly that the crystal started to crack.
Rosalie fainted upon hearing the words ‘twin sister’. Baron and Carolitta rushed to her side. Carolitta fanned her forehead, while Baron tried to bring her back to consciousness.
“Rose! Rosalie Halley Cullen?” Esme said, her voice in a state of panic.
“It’s all right, Ma’am. The poor girl’s only fainted,” Baron said. He looked over at me and shook his head. When Rosalie finally came to, she wanted to be alone. She went up the stairs to be with her baby, Lucie.
“Not quite the reaction I was going for,” Esme joked. But, no one laughed.
“Now that that’s out of the way,” Carlisle said as he stood up. “I have work to get done. Edward, come with me.” Edward followed his father into his office.
“I need to lay down,” said Esme. Carolitta helped her off the sofa and went with her upstairs. Now, it was just me and little Alice, the Cullen’s adopted daughter and niece and cousin.
“Don’t worry. Rose ‘ill come around,” She said. How can she keep so content at a time like this. Whatever why, I was grateful that she could pull it off. I didn’t feel so alone now that I knew I had Alice on my side.
“I just wish we could have waited for Emmett to get back home before we told everybody,” I said. Alice’s face went stagnant and hard.
“What? What did I say? What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. We didn’t think you’d be here for long, so we didn’t tell you about Emmett.”
“Didn’t tell me what? What about Emmett?”
“Alice,” Carlisle said. He startled us and we both looked up at him. Edward was behind Carlisle and I could feel something was up. Edward looked scared. Alice had clammed up.
“I’m feeling tired,” I said. “I’m going to go to my room.” I got up and headed for the stairs. When I got to the top, I hid and I waited for Alice. When she came, I grabbed her and put her in my room.
“Hey, what’s wrong with ya?!” she yelled.
“Alright. I want to know what the heck is going on around here and I want to know now. You were about to tell me something about Emmett, but Carlisle and Edward came and you got scared and stopped talking. What’s going on? Are they hurting you?”
“What? No!,” she shouted. “What the hell is your problem? You find out you’re a Cullen and now suddenly you’re entitled to our business?”
“Alice, please. You guys told me Emmett was sleeping over at a friend’s house. That was three days ago. Now, where is he? I know you know.”
“Fine. But, you can’t tell anybody I told you.”
Alice started to shake. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Oh I don’t like bringing up bad memories. It hurts my heart.”
“It’s okay. You’re fine.”
“It was an accident. You see, Mom doesn’t like us walking around at night ever since Edward got hurt.”
“What happened to him?”
“We don’t really know. But, he says he was in a car accident. It was dark and he had to walk home and leave his car because it was broke. And he got attacked by the darkness.”
I pulled away. “The what?”
“Mom told us never to go outside at night. She told us that, but Edward… it wasn’t his fault he had to walk home, he had to!”
“Alice! Calm down. What are you trying to say? Did he get mugged or something and what does that have to do with Emmett.”
“Oh I can’t tell you. I promised. I promised Mom and Dad. We all did!”
“Alice, I need to know. Sometimes, I feel really scared, being in this huge mansion. And Carolitta does, too, sometimes. Do you want us to be scared?”
“They’ll take him away. They’ll come and take my brother away if I tell and then I won’t have anymore brothers.”
“Alice, please. I’m begging you.”
Alice sat down on my bed. “Take deep breaths,” I told her. I, myself, was taking deep breaths.
“Emmett’s dead and Edward killed him.”
My eyes almost fell out of their sockets. My heart raced. I did not just hear this kid say that her brother murdered her other brother.
“It wasn’t his fault. It was the darkness. It’s hard to control. And we all have to be careful,” Alice said.
“What darkness?? What do you mean?” I pleaded with her.
“I can’t tell you. I can’t tell you. If I tell you, they’ll take my brother away. They’ll take him. I can’t lose Edward, too. We can’t lose him.” Alice was rocking back and forth. She seemed out of her mind. She kept repeating herself, and it was scaring me.
“They’ll take him. They’ll take him,” she kept saying. “They’ll take him. They’ll take him.”
“WHO?!” I shouted.
Alice stopped rocking and she was quiet. She just stared at me. She had shut down. I knew I wasn’t going to get anymore answers from her, ever.
Woahhhhhh. That was intense! Edward! HOW COULD YOU KILL MY FAVORITE CULLEN!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! WHYYYYYY????????