I Do Not Own Twilight..

Chapter 2: What She'll Never Think is True

E POV

I know Bella thinks I'm a bad guy.

And a douche.

And an asshole

And a pervert..

I'm really not, but if I wasn't everything that I act like, I'm pretty sure I'd never get a girl, my buddies would abandon me, everything would go down hill.

But maybe if Bella can see who I am, she can be the first to know me.

But not with what Emmett had put me up to.

He had bet me something spectacular.

" I bet you can't get Isabella in bed by the Ensemble."

"Well what do I get if I do?" I had said stripping my shirt off in the dorm.

"I win, I get to do whatever I want to your Volvo"

"Except trash it." I didn't want my baby dead.

"Right. You win, you get to do whatever you want with my hummer." He shrugged grinning at me.

"Deal."

I knew what kind of piece I wanted to do for the ensemble.

It always got the girls softened up so its easier to get in their pants.

"So what do you want to do for the show?" over her Bella, fingers her long curly hair, twisting it and hanging it over her shoulder.

"Something like this.." I played my Parents song slowly across the keys, remembering how many times I played it in the orphanage when I was a kid.

Then it all came flashing back.

It had been my 5th birthday.

"Edward!" My mother Elizabeth screamed, clutching me to her chest as the man with a long black coat, pointed the gun at Dad. She took my face in her warm soft palms, kissing me on the forehead, "I love you Edward, so much" She hugged me close then pulled herself down to my level. "Run Edward. Please. Run, as fast as you can. Don't look back" She kissed me again then turned me around a pushed me toward the darkness.

"Please. Don't, we'll give you everything you have" I heard my Dad say. I turned back and saw him reaching into his pocket. His shiny new black wallet peeked out from his hand.

Bang.

"Daddy!" I screamed running towards him. Blood was poring from his stomach.

Bang.

My mother slumped down hitting the pavement.

"Mommy!" I reached down and pulled her face to from the ground, her eyes fluttering uselessly.

"Edward.. Take.. This" I clutched her hands and she dropped something in my palm. She closed her eyes, her breathing rattling out of her chest.

"Mommy?" I pushed against her chest, my hands turning red "Mommy?! Daddy!?" I moved toward him. His head was on top of my mothers stomach, his hands clenched over his wounded stomach

"Son." He said quietly "I'm sorry"

I slowly opened my palm, to see a long silver chain with two tags on them.

I touched the inscription on them.

On one side:

We love you.

On the other a small pattern of music notes.

I remember laying there, forhours. Even after the paramedics came. I refused to leave them.

I numbly reached up and touched the tags beneath my shirt. The melody I had played had been the one my father had made and was the melody on my tags.

I felt Bella staring at me.

"Edward?" She placed her cello back in its case, moving to sit next to me on the bench "Are you alright?" She said quietly.

"I don't.. know" I looked away and then back up into her chocolate eyes.

"What is it?" She touched my hand, I could smell her strawberry shampoo.

"It's a long story.."I felt my eyebrows pull together.

"How about you tell me over dinner tonight?" She asked, wrapping her arm around my shoulders

I laughed "I thought you hated me?"

"Only when you're an asshole" She smiled and I couldn't help but smile with her.

I rested my head on her small shoulder, knowing that Isabella Marie Swan, was not the hot headed bitch, everyone thought she was.