Nothing Is Impossible
Edward P.O.V.
The bright moon was shining as I stared into the open night sky. Every day I pray to the stars that somehow my love would come back to me. Seven years have past since I had last seen her, her shining brown hair, her beautiful smile, and her chocolate colored eyes.
She doesn't love you anymore Edward, you left her broken and scarred, it is all of your fault, I thought angrily to myself.
I sighed and prayed once more before I closed the window and made my way downstairs. Like almost every night, the lower story was abandoned. I plopped myself on the leather couch and turned on the television. This house was almost an exact replica of the white house back in Forks. The only different thing about the house was its exterior, creamy beige instead of the pure white.
I had looked for Bella two weeks after I left her. It was the worst two weeks of my life and I couldn't bear with it anymore. My plan was to just watch her sleep so she doesn't notice me and let her live on with her life without knowing I was there. But when I went back to Charlie's house, Bella was nowhere to be found. The quiet sound the TV produced helped me relax a little, which wasn't a big change at all. I turned the TV off and went to review my background again, if I somehow forget it, which is almost impossible, I was going to be in big trouble. I sighed for the second time in fifteen minutes and made my way upstairs. I wouldn't experience all this pain if I just let go…..
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"Edward!"My annoying pixie sister, Alice, called.
"Coming," I said, knowing that she would definitely hear.
I reviewed all of the things I needed to remember:
Name- Edward Cullen
Age- 17
Birthday- March 24
Background story- My real parents, Elizabeth and Edward Masen died in a car crash when I was 7 and Carlisle and Esme adopted me.
Okay Edward, Alice thought, Emmet and Rosalie are going to ride her BMW so Jazz and I will ride with you.
"Okay," I muttered back, running down the stairs.
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Bella P.O.V.
"Masen, sweetheart, get up," I said shaking my son.
His peaceful face looked so serene that I just wanted to let him do whatever he wanted.
"Masen," I warned.
I saw my son's mouth twitch upward for a nanosecond and I knew he was awake, just teasing me. Well, I would get him back at it.
"Masen Anthony Cullen Swan!" I yell as harshly as I could into his ear.
"Mom," he groans as he sits up and rubs his ear.
"You okay baby?" I ask him, sorry for hurting him.
"Yeah," he said, trying to put on a brave face. .
"Momma!" two sing-song voices chorused from across the hall
"Go get dressed," I tell Masen as I make my way to my daughters' room.
"Momma?" Renesmee called as I walked into the room.
She was on her bed reading as my other daughter, Bess, was sitting on the chair in front of the vanity counter, applying makeup.
"Have a good sleepover?" I asked them.
"Yep," Bess answered, flipping her brown hair over her shoulders.
The girls didn't exactly have a sleepover, after all, they were one room away from each other, but they liked to call it a sleepover when they sleep in each other's rooms. I watched as Bess started to straighten her chocolate brown hair and Renesmee started to curl her bronze colored hair. They were so different, but somehow so much alike too.
"Momma, does my mascara looked smudged?" Bess asked me, pointing to her abnormally long lashes.
I shook my head as she smiled and started applying lip gloss. Sometimes I think that there is just a tad bit too much of Alice in her.
"Hey mom," my other son greeted me as he walked into Renesmee's room.
"Are you dressed Anthony?" I asked, turning to face toward him.
He nodded and I smiled as I saw him wearing a green polo that bought his eyes out and brown shorts that really complimented his bronze colored hair. Sometimes he looked so much like his dad and it almost broke my heart to see the similarities. He walked over to hug me for no more than a second and disappeared.
"Let's go downstairs mom," Bess suggested as she took a black Gucci purse from her closet and threw Renesmee a pink Prada pocketbook.
"Sure," I agreed as soon as Renesmee announced she was ready.
I walked down the stairs behind my daughters wondering how they became so gorgeous.
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"Status Report," the flat computerized voice said.
I sighed before breathing harshly several times and sweetly saying "Nothing unusual so far, sir."
The video monitor before me blinked to life as the computer took in all the information I have just said.
"Are you so sure about that Agent Swan?" Mr. Cobra, my 'boss' asked me.
"Yes, sir," I answered, swallowing nervously.
"Isabella Marie Swan," he barked, looking at me straight in the eye through the monitor.
"Yes?" I whimpered, sliding slightly down my leather chair.
"Status Report. Now." He ordered.
"5 strange teenagers, pale face, cold skin, never eats," I babbled.
"Good, now investigate more, Agent Cobra out."
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"MOMMA!" Renesmee screamed as I rushed down the stairs.
"I'm here, Mr. Cobra just wanted to have a little chat," I quickly explained, looking hurriedly for my car keys.
"Way ahead of you," Bess smiled, throwing me the leather bound keys.
"Thanks," I muttered, before flying (literally) to my neon green Ferrari.
"Mom, we'll just ride in my Rolls Royce, K?" Masen asked, jumping into his million dollar car.
"Drive safely," I answered without granting him another glance.
I didn't need to find out more about Edward and the gang. I already knew way too much about them.