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She was so calm and serene as she spoke.

It was slightly unnerving. I laughed a little, running a hand through my hair. "Well, I'm not sure about that, but I am taking you out of here. Are you ready? Shall we get your things?"

She looked at me blankly, blinking only once.

Well, then. Not so expressive now, are we?

I sighed and began to stand. "C'mon, then. Emmett's waiting."

I saw her eyes sparkle at the mention of Em, but they went back to that calm coolness almost immediately. There was something so… off with her. I left her in front of the window and went to the closet where I pulled out the small duffle bag she had on a shelf. I started pushing everything that seemed remotely personal into it; a few sweaters, a paperback or two, a toothbrush, and her shampoo. But it was when I got to her nightstand that my haste stopped. She had a photograph of a young Emmett, holding his baseball glove high above his head with a triumphant smile on his face. This must have been how she remembered him; why she got so excited when I mentioned his name.

I threw the frame into the bag and turned to her. My breath hitched when I saw her watching me, her eyes burning into me like lasers. It felt like they were looking right through me. "Ready?" I asked quietly, but she didn't flinch. "Isabella?" I asked softly. Nothing. She just stared. I went over to her slowly and held out my hand. She watched it carefully before finally placing her hand in mine and lifting off the floor.

Once she was at her feet, I squeezed her hand encouragingly and tried to smile. Her expression didn't change, and she didn't return the gesture. I sighed and tugged her from the room. We moved swiftly down the hall, and I nodded toward the nurse at the counter. She didn't say anything as I pulled Isabella into the night.

Emmett was leaning against the car, and immediately stood up straight when he saw us approaching. I tugged Isabella to my side. "Do you remember Emmett?" I whispered.

She nodded, blinking furiously.

I'd never seen Emmett speechless in my life, but in this moment he was. I walked her over to him slowly, his mouth agape and breathing rapidly. He approached her carefully, and cupped her face in his massive hands. "Isabella?"

She didn't say anything; just stared at him before wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and collapsing into him. He folded her into his embrace and began talking to her softly. I couldn't make any of it out. I felt very out of place, intruding on their moment the way I was. I turned away, running my hand through my hair and looking into the night. A few moments later, I heard Emmett's voice.

"Teds? You think you can drive? I want to sit with my sister."

I went over to him and snatched the keys. "Where to?" I asked, throwing Isabella's bag into the trunk.

"My dad's," Emmett said, helping his sister into the car then sliding in after her. It didn't escape my notice that she hadn't said a word to him. Only me. Even then, it sounded like she hadn't spoken to anyone in ages. I put the car in drive and sped away into the desert. At that point I could only guess what would happen next and how Charlie would react.

I didn't waste anytime getting out of Sedona. I wanted to be done with this and take Emmett where ever he was supposed to go. It was all getting too weird for me. Isabella was silent the entire ride, although I heard Emmett murmuring to her almost constantly. It was odd that she wouldn't speak. She didn't even seem to acknowledge that we were near her, other than a nod.

But she'd spoken to me. And all I could think was why?

We pulled up to Charlie's house a little after five in the morning. I turned back to Emmett, who had Isabella sleeping against his shoulder. "Where is he?"

"He, who?" Emmett blinked.

I rolled my eyes. "Your father."

Emmett looked away, running his fingers over Isabella's arm. "He… uh… he doesn't know I took her."

"Emmett…"

"Teds," he sounded so exhausted. "I'm sorry. I… I didn't know what to do."

"Whatever, Emmett. Just go deal with it."

I felt bad, and I could tell that I'd hurt his feelings. But you can't go rescue someone from a rehab facility and not have a plan—that's a recipe for disaster. My breath hitched when I turned back to the Swan residence and I saw disaster coming at us.

Disaster had a mustache.

Emmett had gotten out of my car and was walking slowly toward his father. I sighed, and followed him, perching myself on the hood of my car.

"Morning, Dad," Emmett said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Charlie nodded, looking between Emmett and me. "Emmett, Edward. I thought you two were in Washington."

Emmett ran a hand through his hair. "Uh, yeah. We were. But, um…you remember what we talked about? A little while ago?"

Charlie paled. "Emmett, what did you do?"

"I…uh, well…"

Charlie watched as Emmett stuttered, but then he was looking past me. His mouth was agape, and his posture slumped. "I-Isabella?" He whispered, his voice hardly audible. I turned slightly and saw that she had somehow slipped silently out of the car and was standing beside me, staring at her father.

But she didn't say a word.

Charlie's eyes turned back to Emmett and went impossibly hard. "What did you do, Emmett?"

"Dad, I—"

"Get in the house. All of you." Charlie turned on his heel, and marched back into his house. Emmett turned back to me.

I shook my head. "What now?"

"We go in I guess." And with that, he trudged up the walk. I sighed, putting my head in my hands, and it was only a second later that I felt a small tap on my shoulder. I turned my head slowly, and found Isabella looking at me. "Are you okay?" I asked.

She said nothing. She just stood there, watching me watch her. I shook my head, and slid off the hood. I nodded in the direction of the house and started in, hoping Isabella would follow. She did. But not before curling her fingers up in mine. I opened the door for her, and we followed the sounds of Charlie screaming at Emmett.

"You have no idea what you've done. No idea how much danger you put not only Isabella, but yourself and Edward, in. Emmett, you don't have a clue!"

I heard Emmett's fist slam down, and I tucked Isabella behind me. "Maybe if you told me! Dad, it's not fair! In all of the records and papers that I've found, there's nothing wrong with her!"

I turned to Isabella, who was in turn looking into the kitchen, toward her father and brother.

"You don't understand, Emmett. Things have happened—things that you don't know anything about." Charlie's voice lowered, "You acted like an idiot today. Rash and impulsive. Now this is your problem. Take her back."

Isabella's breathing became labored beside me, and I turned to her. "Are you alright?"

Her brown eyes were impossibly wide as she looked at me. Her lips were moving but there was no sound. I squeezed her hand. "Are you alright, Isabella?"

She shook her head and started moving closer to me. I shook my hand free and put my arm over her shoulders. I had no idea what was going on, but I knew it wasn't anything good.

Charlie spoke again, "I love you and I love her. This is really the best thing."

Emmett was silent for a second. "You spoke to mom."

Charlie sighed. "She's our daughter. You're our son. Of course I spoke to her."

I heard Emmett scoff. "Dad. I want to fix this. I don't want… I don't want my sister in that place."

"Do what you want, Emmett, but this is your issue now. Just keep in mind that you don't know the whole story; you don't even know half of it. "

"So you'll help me?" Emmett asked hopefully.

Charlie laughed sadly. "Help you? Emmett, you've opened a can of worms. No one can help you now."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Edward?" I heard Charlie call. I gave Isabella a reassuring squeeze and headed into the kitchen. Nothing looked broken or out of place so I was put slightly at ease. Charlie looked so tired all of a sudden, and I really felt bad for helping Emmett with the crazy thing. Clearly, we had stumbled onto something we knew nothing about. Charlie put his hand on my shoulder and looked at me. "Your father, he's a doctor, right?"

I nodded.

He turned back to Emmett. "Take her to Forks. Have Dr. Cullen check her out."

Emmett nodded, looking at me. I was furious. How could they just assume that I'd let my father get involved with… with… whatever this was? I didn't know this girl and apparently she was involved with something much more difficult that I had once assumed. It was bad enough that I was here.

Charlie left the room, and I was left to stare angrily at Emmett. "You really screwed this up."

He nodded, "I know."

"I hope you have a plan," I said, pulling the keys from my pocket.

Emmett sighed, standing up slowly. "Me, too."