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ch 2
And there he was, close enough to touch, though I wouldn't dare try. He sat at the end of the bed, his porcelain forehead creased with worry.
"What happened this morning is difficult to explain." he said in a voice so musical I could barely concentrate on the words. "So, can we leave that explanation for later?"
"You'll have to tell me eventually." I knew that I shouldn't just go along with everything he said, however tempting it was.
"Of course," He looked up at me. In an instant, his eyes turned from diamond-hard to liquid gold. "I'll drive you home when school lets out. My sister, Alice, left you some clothes on the end table. Yours got pretty torn up on the pavement. Just come downstairs when you're finished dressing."
"Wait," I said frantically, "How do you know my name? You...I mean, I never told you." I was not going to let him get away without an answer.
"Relax, Grace. Everything will make sense, I promise." And I did as he said.
With that he stood and left the room, swiftly shutting the door behind him. Why did he get to be so graceful? I stared at the door for a few seconds, wondering how my well-being could be of any concern to Edward Cullen.
Pushing the various blows to my self-confidence out of my thoughts, I slid out of bed and looked at the clothes laid before me. I had to suppress a chuckle as I pulled on the gray sweats. Someone here had obviously known I was coming.
I crept down the stairs, careful to make as little noise as possible. I couldn't bear to disturb the extreme quiet of this house.
But as I got closer to the ground floor, I began to hear angry murmurs. There was a man's voice, which was very calm, and a woman's voice, colored with rage. Entering the living room, I looked sheepishly to the man. He smiled welcomingly at me and said "Hello Grace! We have a lot to discuss, don't we?"
"Um… I guess?" was all I could manage.
The girl whose voice I'd heard before gave me a furious look and stormed out of the room.
"Please excuse Rosalie. She doesn't take to strangers very well. My name is Carlisle, I'm Edward's father. Well, father of sorts."
"Carlisle took me in." Edward sat on a couch on the far side if the room. "He took all of us in. Anyone else would send us to the psych ward, but Carlisle teaches us to control whatever special quality we have." Although he stared at the floor all the while, he spoke of Carlisle with utter respect.
The more he spoke, the more questions arose. "Wait, who is 'all of us?' and what kind of 'special qualities?'"
"By all of us we mean: Alice, Rosalie, Jasper, Emmett, and I." He paused and looked at me apprehensively. "Well...I can read minds. But Alice, Alice can see the future..." he trailed off and looked at me as though I might spontaneously combust any second. "And now you think I'm crazy."
I bit my lip. I admit, that thought had briefly crossed my mind. If he was telling me the truth, there was no way to lie to him. "I think the situation is crazy. I'm wondering if I can believe you or trust you." How could I even consider the possibility that he could read my mind? It was insane, and stupid and... and... I believed him. I could hear the honesty in his voice, and his face was only searching for my approval.
He looked to me with eyes that seemed to beg forgiveness. "Jasper's situation, however, isn't nearly as easy to explain."
Carlisle laid a hand on Edward's shoulder and turned to me. "But perhaps that conversation should be between you and Jasper. He won't be back for a few days. He's gone to visit family."
"Alright. Okay. What about Rosalie?" My head was spinning.
"Oh. Rosalie is actually more, um, 'normal' than any of us, except for Emmett, of course. But I don't think she would appreciate us discussing that behind her back." Edward seemed to hold so many secrets. But how couldn't he, if he could see into the minds of other people, and thus see each person's unsavory truths.
"And Emmett?"
"Emmett." Edward smiled thoughtfully. He was truly magnificent. "Emmett is sort of like a nurse here, although he does pay more attention than is absolutely necessary to Rosalie, on occasion."
"I can hear you! And I'll kill you!" A husky voice called from around the corner. When I turned around, I saw a burly boy entering the room, a playful smile lighting his face. "But I'm not denying it." He added with a wink. "Hi, I'm Emmett."
"Grace." I replied. "Nice to meet you." It was impossible not to smile at him.
"Well, I've got to go...play doctor." And up the stairs he went.
Edward groaned. For half a second his eyes were on mine, before they flicked to Carlisle's. He gave a small nod, and then turned back to me.
"Grace, would you like to go to the beach with Alice and me? I'd like to introduce you to some of our friends." His expression was pure and hopeful.
"Sure. Yeah, that sounds nice." I tried not to sound as thrilled as I really felt. "Which beach?"
"First Beach, in La Push."
As if on cue, a short, spiky-haired girl sped down the stairs and stood by the door, holding out her hand for me. "Well? Are you coming, or not?"
