A/N: So I said I wouldn't do two stories at the same time but whatever t it came to me and I can't deny it.

Warning: You must be of age to read this. It has bad language, some violence, definitely some sex and everything else in between.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters, they all belong to the lovely and talented Stephanie Meyer. We all just like messing with them just a little bit.

Chapter 1: Surprise!

Bella POV:

"Excuse me miss…" I cleared my throat for the hundredth time, "Is Mr. Charles Frances Swan in today?" I said to the receptionist named Betty Millers.

"Just a minute hun. Unless this is an emergency," she said while still focused on some paperwork on her desk. Her eyes were all squinty as she held the paper as far as humanly possible.

"No, it's not an emergency but I-" she cut me off.

"Oh drat! There goes another pair of glasses. What does the name on the top of the file say dear?" I looked at her incredulously. I was practically waiting here for 30 minutes and to top it off I was going to spew at any moment.

God someone missed their retirement by a long shot. What is she like 75 for shit sake? God I hope she's not in charge of answering 911 calls.

"Bruce Settle," I managed to say without giving her the stink eye even though I probably looked like a blurry water color painting to her.

"Thank you dear. Word of advice honey don't get old…" she finally looked up to me.

Dually noted.

"Now what can I do for ya?"

"Mr. Charles Frances Swan, is he in today?" I said with a much stronger voice than earlier. The longer this took the quicker I was close to losing my nerve and booking it. I needed to do this and do it now. I had enough time dickin' around to let this continue.

"What's your name? Do you have an appointment with Chief Swan? "

I let out a deep breath, "Bella and No. But this is important I need to speak with him if he's in, please."

"How sweet but I'm sorry dear. You see he's out on patrol right now and I'm not sure when he'll come by the office. Summer months tend to be busiest for us, that and the winter months as well. Your best bet would be to set up an appointment. Now what did you say you were seeing him for? Goodness dear you look so familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"

Just my luck. I finally get the balls to come into his office and I can't even catch a fucking break.

"I didn't say. Look do you know when he mig-" suddenly I heard the bell on the door ring. I turned my head and saw two men walk in, both laughing.

The first one was probably in his late 20's but the last one was definitely him. I didn't need to see his name tag to know it was him because I had those very same eyes. I was completely frozen.

"Hey there Betty, Do you have any messages for me?" said the man I've never known.

"Just your wife sir…Oh and this young lady came by to see you. Uh, Bella was it?" he was looking at me now.

Say something Bella. Do something!

His smile began to fade as he looked at me, he looked pensive.

"Excuse me miss? Hello…are you okay, you look kind of pale…" I didn't even realize he was talking to me.

"SORRY!" I screeched kind of loud making everyone flinch, me included. My face flushed immediately.

"Sorry, I… I'm. Ya, uh… I'm good, I just…" of all days to sound like a doped out delinquent.

"Miss are you high?" he said looking sternly at me now.

"Oh God I wish... Oh shit, I mean. NO! I'm definitely not high. Look I, I need to speak to you, in private if I could…" I was such an idiot. Foot in mouth syndrome.

Definitely smoking a bowl when I get home though. Oh and great first impression by the way Bella! And to a cop no less…

"Uh, okay…follow me please," he sounded unsure. I was just hoping I wouldn't get myself arrested.

Great! I can already see how this is going to end.

Looking at him he looked good for a 36 year old. He had just a little bit of gray on his side burns. He had the same color hair as me. I liked to call it 'All over the place Brown' since I seemed to have three or four different shades of it in my hair: dark brown, auburn brown, golden brown and light brown. People always ask what colors I used at the salon. They never believe me when I say I'm au natural.

I had the same ivory skin as him. And yes I said Ivory and not pale. He was in great shape too. He had a medium build, broad shoulders and was at least 6'2". Even though I'm only 5'5" I know my height was because of him. Ranee was a measely 5'1". But he could afford to lose the clichéd cop stach if you asked me. Then again he did pull it off.

I could see I had his heart shaped face. And I guess I couldn't compare our boobs but I'm pretty sure I got my C cup boobs from his side. Ranee hated it and always complained about her A cup. I honestly didn't give a shit. My back would hurt occasionally because of them, boys and some chicks never looked me in the eye, I couldn't just wear any shirt I wanted, and besides Ranee had the luxury of not having to wear a bra. Smaller is better trust me, well at least when it came to the boob department.

Mind out of gutter! And in front of your da-

"So what did you say your name was again?" he said to me as he walked in through his door. I passed by him and my eyes immediately went to the photos that sat on his desk.

"Bella," I picked up a photo of him with his family buying sometime before I let him know my full name. They all looked so beautiful and so happy.

Could those kids possibly be my-

"Bella what?" He was now standing on the other side of his desk.

"Is this your family?" I looked up at him and he nodded his head.

"What are their names and how old are they?"

"Um well, the little girl, her name is Lucy and she's 10 years old. My son, his name is Nicholas he's 13 and my wife, Emily. I'm not going to disclose her age to you because she'll have my head."

I looked up at him with a smile and he had one of his own. I could see how proud he was of them, how much he loved them. Suddenly his smile dropped and he grabbed the photo from my hand and putting it back its place.

"You're new here aren't you? I've never seen you before? Did you just move into town?"

"Um, yes. I live downtown at the Berkeley Ridge Complex," I said as I looked over and saw another photo of an elderly couple. And because I had no control of my motor functions, let alone my bodily functions, I went and grabbed it as well.

"And these people… are they your parents?" I looked up at him curious for anything he could give me. The lady looked beautiful and I noticed she had the same eyes like me. And hello boobs.

Grama's got a rack!

He reached out for it as well, "Um, Bella… Look I don't have all day. I'm actually pretty busy and need to get back out on patrol. So if we can hurry this-"

I let out a snort, "Busy… This city has the population of what like 7,000? What could possibly go wrong? Some old fart forgetting to use his traffic signal?" I said sarcastically. Come on I've lived in many cities, huge cities at that. This little Podunk town has no idea what trouble is.

He let out a small chuckle but stopped himself quickly.

"You got a point… but either way I'm busy and don't have time to let you quiz me on Chief Swan 101. So can you please get on with what you need to tell me and besides the elderly are actually quit dangerous behind the wheel ya know?," he said with a smirk all proud with himself. Wow, sense of humor, sarcastic and charming. Definitely has to be him.

"You got a point, I'll give you that," now how do I say what I have to say?

"What's your name by the way? Bella what?"

"You might want to sit down for this?" but he didn't budge he just reached over and grabbed the picture frame I was holding.

I took a deep breath and gave the room a once over before I met his eyes. He had a lot of photos in his room.

"My name is Isabella Marie Swan and I'm your daughter," my hands were shaky and I felt like I couldn't breath.

Suddenly I heard something shatter and realized he'd dropped the picture frame on the floor.

"WHAT! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU! WHO SET YOU UP TO THIS!" I jumped back a couple feet shocked by his outburst. He looked pissed and his face was turning all shades of red. Suddenly someone stepped into the room.

"Is everything okay here boss?" said the officer I saw with him earlier.

"OUT SCOTTY!" he said harshly to the officer without dropping his intense gaze from me.

I swallowed thickly and proceeded to calm my nerves.

"I am your daughter. No one has set you up. I came here on my own," I said once the officer had left the room.

"I can't believe this! This is not a fucking game! Do you realize how deceitful, incredibly selfish, and damaging it is to go around telling a happily married man with a family no less, that he is a father to some kid off the street?" my heart dropped.

"What are you like 17 or perhaps 20 years old? Where's your mother? Who's your mother? You think I wouldn't know if I had a damn kid running around?! DO YOU!" I could already feel the tears starting to blur my vision.

There is no way in hell I was going to cry in front of him. How dare he say such ugly things to me. I'm well aware that it's not easy to digest such fucked up heavy shit but he's the adult here for fuck sake. He could have dealt with it differently but then again I clearly see now were my temper comes from. He didn't know me and he sure as hell didn't know what my life was like.

"I'm 18 and I'm not making this shit up. And let me tell you something it is very easy for someone like you to have a daughter running around without your knowledge. Unless of course, you got to wear white on your wedding day? But unfortunately you didn't, did you? Hell I just found out who you were! We could all thank Ranee for that! Always so full of suprises that one," I was pissed and I was hurt. But pissed always won over my emotions.

He looked like he was about to yell at me some more until it dawned on him.

Bingo!

"Ranee?" he said quietly, he was now swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Yes… mother of the year Ranee Cynthia Finly," and just when I thought he was finally going to understand he went and fucked it all up again.

"Where is she?! Is she out in the parking lot? I can't believe of all the shit she's put me through, she'd go this low! So how much is she asking for this time $5,000, $10,000 or a pound of my flesh on a platter?! How much is she giving you to play this game? You can tell her to get the hell out of my town, she ain't getting shit from me anymore. I told her that the day I married Emily. You better hope I don't arrest you for trying to hussle a Chief of Police-"

I couldn't sit there and hear another word of it. I was so stupid for even considering he would open up his arms to me.

Second chance buddy and you just missed it.

I bit my lip and gripped my bag tightly to my side. I sucked it up and put my walls up. I was a Fortress and without emotion I said, "I'm sorry, this was a mistake. I should have never come here and wasted your time."

I took one last look at the man that was undoubtedly my father. As I turned and walked over to the door I stopped with my hand on the door knob my back facing him, "This is what I know… I'm not a morning person even if I had 12 hours of sleep. I love spicy food. I'm stubborn as a mull but fiercely loyal and protective of the ones I love. I only like the Jiffy crunchy peanut butter. I hate crust on my bread and my sandwiches' must always be cut diagonally twice so that I have four equally triangular pieces. I have an eye for detail. I love drawing and painting, taking photos, and I kick ass on the guitar. Hell I have pretty damn good pipes to boot…And I have your eyes…This is what I know." I was losing my resolve; my voice wavering at the end there. I needed to get the hell out of here.

"You could find Ranee at 700 W. Raye Street, Seattle, Washington, number 456… Goodbye," and with that I stepped out the door and closed it gently behind me without looking back at him or saying another word. I was surprised he actually didn't interrupt me. He just stood there quietly. I'm not sure what expression he had on his face since I was facing the door but I'm sure he was pissed. Everyone in the office was watching us since the shades were open. I was so humiliated, I'm pretty sure they heard everything since it was a small precinct and Charles was yelling the entire time. I was too proud to show them how humiliated I was. So I kept my head up and chin out as I passed every one of those fucks.

Tears finally made their way down my face as soon as I was out in the parking lot. Thank god it was raining, although strange for late August. I couldn't bear the idea of one more person disappointing me and letting me down.

Just keep moving forward Isabella. Your like shark, it's key to your survival. Move onto the next path.

I climbed into my 1967 Shelby Mustang GT500 fastback and drove to my new loft so I could crawl into my bed for a few days. That's all the time I would give myself. I grabbed my IPod and put it on Azure Ray's "Don't Make a Sound" followed by "Displaced" and let the ethereal music carry me away.

You should have known better.

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Edward POV:

"Edward are you even listening to me?" I honestly wished I could drown out my mother's voice. Luckily enough I was distracted long enough to see one of the most sweetest car's known to man, Eleanor. It was silver with two black racing strips that ran along the top of the car. It was in mint condition.

I couldn't see the driver since it was, what a shock, raining. Typically it didn't rain in August but hey there's no need to get all worked up about it. It rains shit tons throughout the year so, come on, it happens.

"EDWARD!" I finally looked over at my mother. Her body was turned and she was looking right at me from the passenger seat none to-pleased. Carlisle was looking at me through the rear view mirror, he looked constipated.

God knows he needs a colonic to remove whatever is jammed up his ass…

"What?!" I said rather short of patience as I looked over at my Esme.

"God I wonder if you ever hear anything I tell you… Now I said that Carlisle and I are going to go pick up our clothes from the dry cleaner's and then head over to the office to straighten out some paperwork I have. Dr. Phillips said it should be about an hour so we will be back by then to pick you up and we'll go out for a late lunch afterward. Now…" she took a deep breath and here we go again.

"I swear on my life Edward, that if you skip out on this appointment again you can kiss that Volvo goodbye. It will go straight to the dealer. And that also goes for some of the other luxuries you've come to love. Do you understand me?"

I couldn't have hated Esme more than I did at that moment. I loved that car. It was the only thing I loved. She could take all my shit back and I wouldn't give a damn as long as she left my car and my IPhone alone.

I glared at her, crossed my arms over my chest and looked out the window again. Much like an immature petulant child.

"Son, answer your mother?" Carlisle said sternly having to put in his two scents. Not once could he just stay the fuck out of our business.

"Fine! And for the last fucking time you're not my father so don't call me son. And she was barely a mother-"

"WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE! And don't talk to your mother that way! It's one thing for you to be upset and talk back to me but I won't allow you to speak to the woman I love with such disrespect!" there was no way I was going to make it all the way to Port Angeles and back with them in the car.

I felt smothered and trapped, not a good combination for me. I was more volatile when I felt that I was backed into a corner. And I was definitely backed into a corner. They were forcing me to see a therapist for the fourth time. You'd think they would have remembered just how well that worked out when I was 15.

I'm sure the therapist needed a therapist after that.

They were punishing me for all the shit I put them through this summer.

I'm not sure what finally made them say 'That's It!'. I did a lot of shit this summer. It could have been when in late June I had Amy something or other, ass up and face down on Carlisle's work bench in the garage. Esme and Carlisle came home early that night and got an eyeful when they opened up the garage.

Or it could have been when in early July I woke up in Mr. Henley's front lawn pissed out of my mind drunk. I ruined his beloved flowers and left tread marks all over his lawn. I usually never drove after getting licked but Jasper ditched me to get his dick sucked and there was this broad there that was going off on me for dancing dirty with her best friend. It's suffice to say that said girl did give me a hand job earlier in the day but shit I never told her we were going steady all of sudden. This was one of the reasons I didn't fuck around with girls as much as I knew I could get away with.

Oh maybe it was that time when they left that one weekend in early August for a medical convention and I invited the fella's over for a smoke out. It started in my room but fucking Tyler had to go into Carlisle study and before we knew it we were hot boxing that bitch cracking jokes at how pretentious the room was. When Carlisle went into his study that week it still reeked of pot, his desk had burn marks on it, his decanter of good scotch was empty, and someone had put bong water in one of the decorative bowls. I did feel bad for the havoc we left his room in but I got over it quickly once he tried to tell me what to do.

Hell perhaps it was all the shit I've been doing lately either way I was being forced into therapy. But this time was different they were actually threatening me with the notion of taking away all of my beloved belongings and liberties. They were even driving me to the fucking place this time mainly because I skipped out on going two weeks ago to my first appointment.

I'm almost positive they would come into the fucking room with me to witness the interrogation themselves if it wasn't for the client-patient confidentiality clause. I was already 18 years old since June so thank fuck for that. I felt like a fucking criminal being carried away to await my trial.

"Carlisle honey, it's okay don't-" I could hear the hurt in her voice and I could tell she was fighting back tears. I had to admit that deep down I did feel like an asshole for speaking to her like that. Shit I felt bad for everything I put her through. But as soon as I felt any remorse and guilt, all those feelings just seemed to wash away as soon as the anguish, resentment and abandonment I felt from long ago resurface.

Or still feel? Ah shit stop that right now Edward. That line of thinking leads to nowhere. Moving on. Let it go. Push that shit down deep and lock it up. You don't need anyone, never did.

"No it's not okay Esme. We've walked on egg shells around him for too damn long. Letting him get away with his behavior and that's enough. He wasn't the only one that went through all that shit back in Chicago. He wasn't alone with that. We all have been affected by this. I'm sick and tired of him blaming you, hell all of us for shit that you had no control over. He needs to grow the fuck up and open his eyes and-"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING SIT THERE AND TELL ME, ME!" I jabbed my finger into my now rapidly heaving chest.

"THAT ALL OF YOU WENT THROUGH THE SAME SHIT! FUUUCK!!..... YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT THAT CARLISLE. YOU HAVE NO FUCKING ROOM TO SAY SHIT ABOUT IT. YOU DON'T KNOW THE SHIT I WENT THROUGH. WHY DON'T YOU ASK YOUR STEPFORD WIFE OVER THERE EXACTLY WHAT I HAD TO ENDURE OR DID SHE FORGET AFTER ALL THIS TIME? PULL THE FUCK OVER OR I'M LAUNCHING MYSELF OUT THIS FUCKING CAR!!! I'M … I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS…" I roared. This was not going to end well, I could already see where this was going.

I was seething. My eyes were lit up, my hands were shaking, I was getting dizzy and I knew all the signs were rearing their ugly head. I was going to have an anxiety attack.

FUCK.

I haven't had one since I was 15. I could hear Esme crying hysterically for Carlisle to pull over. Carlisle was yelling something or another. I was no longer paying attention, I needed out of this fucking car before the walls caved in on me. I reached for the door and he locked them. As I cursed at him I scrambled to open up the window. He was swerving on the highway while trying to keep the windows and doors locked.

Bad move Carlisle.

I started kicking the fucking door and throwing my fist at the window. Esme was pleading with Carlisle to pull over. I was beyond control. Once panic has set into my system I go into flight or fight mode and I really didn't want to fight. I've only hit Carlisle once and that was when I was having a panic attack when I was 15 years old.

"PULL THE FUCK OVER CARLISLE!" I seethed. I couldn't let them see me like this. It was times like this that I hated myself even more. I didn't like showing them just how vulnerable I was. I didn't want to show them how much of a monster I truly was inside. Just like him.

Carlisle finally pulled onto the shoulder when a horn went off from behind us. He was driving erratically, what else did he expect?

He unlocked the doors and before the car came to a full stop I jumped the fuck out and slammed the door of his precious Mercedes.

Esme jumped out of the car and tried real hard to hold it together long enough to speak "E-e-dwarrrd, pleaaase honey get-t-t in the car. You need to calm down okay….You're going to have a panic attack. Please get back in the car, we won't say another word I promise."

"ESME!" that asshole yelled.

"GO AWAY MOM I'M NOT GETTING IN THAT CAR WITH THAT ASSHOLE. FUCK THAT. AND FUCK DR. PHILIPS. I TOLD YOU ONE TOO MANY TIMES, YOU CAN'T FIX ME! WHY CAN'T YOU ALL JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. I TOLD YOU LONG AGO YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST LEFT ME…" I yelled as I was urgently trying to get away from them. I was walking back towards Forks along the highway. People were staring at me as they drove by. I could hear Esme crying and trying to catch up to me with her stiletto heels. Carlisle was trying to get her into the car.

They both knew to leave me alone at this point. I pulled out my Turkish Gold Camels and quickly lit up a cigarette I needed to calm the fuck down.

Esme finally gave up trying to catch me and went back to the car. They pulled-A-U and stayed on the shoulder and followed me back to Forks in the car. Even now with as much asshole shit I did to them, all the shit I've put them through they still couldn't leave me be. It made it that much more painful to watch because even though I had given up hope to ever being happy and normal like the rest of my family, they never did.

I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the only person I ever trusted.

"What up dick head? Hey do you have some more sticky green, I fucking forgot where the hell I put my stash again," Jasper my one and only closest friend. Everyone else was just considered an acquaintance to me because none of them gave a shit about me.

"Pick me up on highway 101 going toward Port Angeles. I'm about the halfway mark and hurry the fuck up! I don't care if you were in the middle of tuggin' on your love stick. I'm not going home tonight so we'll just have to go over to Jake's house and buy a couple bags. I sure as fuck need it right now," I managed to reply through my clenched teeth. I can only imagine how much I'll spend in the future for dental work. Jasper would know well enough not to ask any more questions after hearing my tone over the phone.

"You got it man, just smoke up a couple cigs' and I'll be there in a few short cunt hairs," Jasper was always the more colorful linguist.

I put my ear buds in and quickly scrolled down to Chevelle's "I Get It" and blasted the volume up until my ears would bleed. Maybe hopefully drown out my own thoughts while I'm at it. Maybe I'll stay at Jasper's for the next three days and go home on Sunday. Unfortunately school starts up again on Monday, thank fuck it's my last year.

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Narrator POV:

That night Chief Charles Frances Swan sat at his desk way past his shift with a bottle of 30 year old Port Ellen Single Islay Malt Scotch Whisky and his finger at the ready to click on the search button.

He gave a curt 'Fuck It' under his breath and clicked on the button.

Google maps then quickly found the address Bella had given him. It nearly knocked the breath out of him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing but it was there as clear as day.

'Mt. Pleasant Cemetery'

He couldn't fathom the woman he once loved long ago was dead. He quickly ran Ranee's name through the system to look up her file.

Sure enough it all but confirmed it for him. Ranee Cynthia Finly was found dead on September 13th 2009 in an abandoned crack house. She had a needle in her arm and appeared to have been dead for almost 12 hours before someone found her.

He scrolled down and looked at the numerous charges she had on file. It looked like Santa's Christmas list for all the naughty boys and girls.

Mostly were all drug related offenses and he could see she moved around a lot.

One caught his eye in particular. It was dated only three days after she left him and stole his cash that he kept in a tin can in his closet. She was arrested for being under the influence of cocaine. Upon booking her in and giving her a blood test they discovered she was four months pregnant.

He couldn't believe it. She had been four months pregnant before she left him.

He couldn't help but wonder if she'd known the entire time or if it came as a shock to her finding out she was pregnant. He couldn't recall noticing any physical changes. She was a thin woman especially since she was addicted to cocaine. She barely ate anything because of it and had wicked mood swings.

Hell he had just found out about her cocaine addiction one month prior to her leaving. They were high school sweethearts all through high school. They were finishing up their last year of high school and making big plans to get married; one of the reasons he was saving money at the time. He was going to sign up for the police academy once he graduated.

That's when it struck him.

Bella.

Bella had been born addicted to cocaine on July 25, 1992. And he soon felt ashamed and very angry. Ashamed for how he acted towards her and angry at Ranee for keeping this from him.

He still wasn't sure if Bella was really his. Honestly she could have been anyone's. Ranee wasn't very loyal close to the end of their relationship. He knew Ranee never got along with her parents and had a bad history with her father.

Ranee had kept in contact with him throughout the last 17 years. Not once did she mention she had a daughter. Hell, that he had a daughter.

She'd call randomly sometimes when she was out of her mind coked out. Talking about how she messed up and she should have never left him. Other times it was for blaming him for how things turned out. But most of the time it was to ask for money. She'd make excuses like needing money for rent. In the beginning he'd wire her money because she was his first love. He cared for her, he'd prayed she'd come back. But once he saw how deeply into the drugs she was he stopped giving her money.

The last time he saw Ranee was two years ago when he was with his family. It was the first time he'd seen her since she left and it was the last time. They were in town walking around shopping for holiday supplies when she walked right up to him. He was giving Lucy a piggy back ride while his wife told jokes and had her arm over their son's shoulders.

Ranee had the audacity to walk up to him with his family present, asking to speak to him privately while she was obviously strung out. When he told her they had nothing to say to one another she flipped out and began to beg for money on the street with his wife standing there. Even then she looked worn out and tired. A shell of the woman she once was, he remembered thinking that at the rate she was going it wouldn't be long until the drugs finally finished her off.

Thinking back to it he wondered why she didn't try to tell him about Bella then. Hell she always wanted money. It would have been a great way to rile some child support. But he knew Ranee wasn't stupid because she knew Charlie would have taken Bella away from the moment he knew of her existence despite the fact that he was only a young man he would have owned up to his responsibility.

He couldn't imagine any child being raised like that, with a drug addicted mother. The thought of his own kids being raised like that made the scotch he was drinking revolt in his stomach.

He had no idea what he was going to do. How in the hell was he going to explain this to his wife, to his family.

Was Bella his? And if so, where was she this whole time? Had she lived with Ranee up until she died? Or had she been placed in the system? That might explain why she came looking for him once she was 18.

He couldn't shake the feeling that he felt inside. That same gut instinct that told him Bella was his. She was such a beautiful girl. Her hair was the exact same shade as his. She even wore a silver thumb ring on her right thumb; he'd worn a similar ring on that very same finger when he was younger. And she was right about the eyes. She had the same bluish green eyes.

When he actually made eye contact with her at Betty's desk he remembered feeling like he was looking in the mirror. A feeling of déjà vu had struck him but he quickly shook himself of it.

Not to mention all the things she said about herself. He remembered feeling perhaps she had been spying on him for several days. Taking notes on all things Charlie Swan. Hell he even had a picture in his office with his trusty guitar Roxanne. She could have used that as a way to lure him in when she said that bit about playing the guitar.

But what he couldn't get over was the fact about the crust and triangular slices. He even felt slightly embarrassed that even now as a grown ass man his wife prepares his sandwiches' just the way he's liked them since he was a kid. Hell not even his kids took that crazy habit. He couldn't picture how Bella would ever have known that.

And thinking about the peanut butter comment, he was exactly the same there was-no-substitutes for Jiffy crunchy peanut butter.

He needed to look for Bella's public records. He was positive she should have been in the system. Ranee was so bad when he last saw her she looked like a transient. There was no way CPS hadn't stepped in and taken her from Ranee. He began typing in her name when he realized she even had his mother's name, Isabella Marie Swan. Back when he was with Ranee they always talked about having children. They even decided that their first daughter would be named after his mother because Ranee saw her like her own mom and secondly she loved the nickname Bella.

How was he going to explain this to his parents, they'd surely have a coronary. The phone rang before he could push enter.

"Hello?" he said with a rough voice.

"Honey where are you? It's almost 11pm. You missed dinner and you haven't even called me. I'm worried, when are you coming home?" his wife responded anxiously but he could hear the subtle tone of anger in her voice.

"Sorry babe, I got carried away with some paperwork and well I should have called you but I was distracted. Look I'm shutting down the computer right now I'll be there in 15 minutes. How are the kids, you put them to sleep?" he was tired and honestly he just wanted to get some sleep. Today's events were a hell of surprise.

"It's okay just let me know next time. I worry when you don't come home when you're supposed to. The kids are fine Lucy was a little bit upset that you weren't here to read to her. I promised her you'd take her for ice cream tomorrow. I love you baby and get home safely."

"I love you too baby and I'm already in the car see you soon," and with that he drove home to his family. He needed to look into this issue first before he told his wife. He didn't know how she was going to take this news. Hell he didn't know how to take this news. But first things tomorrow morning he was going to work it out. He knew where she was staying so he knew how to get a hold of her once he was ready.

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