Love and Discovery
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
*Goes and sits in the emo corner to pout*
~Chapter 2~
BPOV
The Cullens just left for the week, leaving me and Jasper behind. We would be staying at his house for the entire time alone. People please get your mind out of the gutter. We are both secretly gay and in love with other people. The thought of being with Jasper makes me want to puke, honestly. That thought is wrong on sooooo many different levels. Just ewwwwww.
Anyway here we are sitting in his room talking when I finally decide to ask him what he wants to do about our situation. He begs and pleads with me to just keep it a secret. He is to scared of their reactions and honestly so am I, but I think they deserve to know. As I hear a door slam and screaming, I realize that whether we want them to know or not, they do now. Before I can blink both Alice and Edward are standing in front of us with identical pissed off and disgusted expressions.
"You. Get. Out. Now." Alice seethed, pointing at me then her door. I whimpered feeling an unbearable pain flow through me. I don't even try to explain myself as I head to door. They wouldn't listen to me anyway. Before I get to the door though I pull off Edward's ring and toss it to him. I am about to turn back around when Jazz tells me to stop. Edward just yells at him to get out too. They then tell us not to come back, that they hate us. I know that this is breaking his heart because it's breaking mine too.
We decide to go back to my house and just hang out there. Right now we really need each other because Bellice and Jedward will never be. (Jasper made me do the whole name clashing thing about a week ago as his flaming homo-ness came to bite me in the ass. I was totally against it.) They hate us and probably will forever. We have decided that after tonight we will go our separate ways for right now and catch up in a 2 years because even though they hate us, he still wants to turn me. The only reason he is waiting so long is because he needs to have perfect control.
We spend the whole night talking and planning while avoiding saying goodbye. We know it's not goodbye forever but 2 years is a really long time to go without your best friend. After our night is up he runs me back to my house and we finally say goodbye. It is a long goodbye filled with tears and tear-less sobs. He was going to find Peter and Charlotte, but would be staying on the Cullen diet.
When we get to my house it is already 9:30 AM so I go to bed and when I wake up I find a few different surprises. First I had slept for about 25 hours. Second, my mother was in town. Third, Jacob was here with Billy. I wasn't in the mood to deal with Jacob right now so I just jumped in the shower then retreated back to my room before he saw me. Or his spidey-senses started to tingle, I mean wolf-senses. Jacob could never be as beast as Spiderman.
They left after a few hours and I decided to catch up on everything with my mom. I knew I missed her but I didn't realize to what extent until now. I had been so wrapped up with my own problems that I completely forgot about my mother. My parents then told me they had to talk to me because they had something to tell me and would do so over dinner at the diner. As it turns out I am adopted and my real name is Paige. They don't know my last name but they got me from a church in San Francisco. I was given to a nun named Sister Agnes with a blanket with a P on it by my real parents who are unknown.
We were driving home when it happened. What exactly happened, I'm not sure but I heard screaming then I felt a foreign but somehow familiar sensation shoot through me. When I opened my eyes (when did I close them?) I was no longer in my dad's police cruiser but on a roof top somewhere. There was this really weird-looking dude there too. He through some blue looking ball at me and instinctively I jumped out of the way and ran. He followed me.
APOV
I was sitting on my bed still in disbelief that Bella thought she was in love with me. It was impossible, love belonged between a man and a woman. A women cannot love another woman the way a man can. It is unnatural and blasphemy. I didn't know the voice that was saying these words but for some strange reason I listened to it. When I heard this voice I felt fear and it was all very familiar but I didn't know why. I had never heard that voice before in my life.
Maybe I should go talk to Bella, I never actually meant what I said about hating her and wanting her to never talk to me again. When she walked away from me the look on her face sent an unbearable pain throughout my body. I barely resisted the urge to run to her and take it back. She needed to realize though that she just confused the line between sisterly love and romantic love. I should probably give her a few more days.
I did decide however that I should go and get some more human food for the house. I quickly got dressed in a stylish yet casual manner. Just as I was about to walk down the stairs someone knocked on the door. Why didn't I have a vision of someone coming over and why can't I see who it is? I immediately hoped it is Bella but was disappointed to see a police officer.
"How can I help you?" I asked quietly and politely. He stared at me for a second before looking at his clipboard.
"Are you Alice Cullen?" He asked, then continued when I nodded, ''I was sent here to give you the news that Isabella Swan, Charlie Swan, Renee Dwyer, and Phil Dwyer have passed away. Everything in Charlie's, Renee's, and Phil's will was left to Isabella. Everything in Isabella's was left to you. I give my condolences. Good Day." With that he turned and walked away.
I sat there, staring blankly at the spot he just stood as everything sunk in. The pain that radiated through my body left me feeling oddly numb. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was able to register something pulling at my hair, something touching my knees, and a scream. I wanted to flinch away from the scream or do something to help the person screaming. They sounded so tortured and pained. It was something you would hear from someone dying the slowest, most painful death. Someone in the deepest pits of hell.
It took me a few seconds to register that I was on my knees, my eyes closed, and my hands were in my hair. I pulling a bit too hard but just barely not enough to pull my hair out. I didn't notice anyway. I was too far gone.
It took me another second to realize that the scream was mine.