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Bella POV

I drove myself home from school. Edward had to go take care of "family business". I sighed. No one told me anything. I got out of my truck and walked inside. Charlie was already home. Why? I had no idea. But, I intended to find out. "Charlie? I'm home!" I looked around. I could smell that he tried to make dinner. This should be good.

"I'm in the kithen," he said. I walked around the corner.

"Hey." I grabbed an apple. He nodded, intent on making dinner. "Why?" I asked.

"Why what?" Charlie pretended to know what he was doing.

"Why are you making dinner? We both now that you can't cook."

"So, now I can't cook in my own home?" he joked.

I shrugged. "Not unless you want to burn it down." He chuckled. "Are you going to answer my question?"

Charlie sighed and pulled the dish towel off of his shoulder. He set it on the counter and sighed, leaning back against it. "What if I told you that I got re-married?" He asked.

My head snapped up, my brown eyes locking on him. "What!" I demanded. "When? Why didn't you tell me? Who-"

"Bella!" he cut me off. On e question at a time!"

I sighed. "When?"

"Um..." he thought about that. So, that takes recently off the options. "About three years ago."

"Where is she now?" I asked.

"She... died," tears began forming in his eyes. "She was in a car accident. Holly... she saw it. Please, don't bring it up to her. She hates talking about it."

"Holly?" I asked. I got confused. "Who is Holly?"

"Holly is your sister. Well, step-sister," Charlie explained.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. This was the answer I feared the most.

"It never came up," He shrugged.

"And it's just now coming up because..."

"Because Holly is on her way home from boarding school. She should be at the train station in," he checked the time, "about half and hour. Great!" Charlie turned to me. "Bella, can you try to make dinner eatable? I have to go pick up Holly."

I nodded. "I can do that."

The phone rang. Charlie looked at it. "Go," I told him. "I got it."

"Thanks, Bells," He kissed my forehead and then left out the door.

I picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Bella? Is Holly home yet?" Jake asked.

"You knew? You knew all along and you didn't tell me?" I got mad. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"Bella, she's your sister. I thought you'd know," Jake said, shocked.

"Don't call that spoiled brat my sister!" I shouted.

"So, is it safe to assume she is home, and you've met her?" Jake asked.

"No," I growled.

"Then how do you know she is a spoiled brat? Holly's not that kind of girl. If you just took the time to pay attention to her!"

"So, you are picking her over me?" I demanded.

"No, Bella," he sighed. "I'm not taking sides. This is between you and her. That's the way it should stay. But, you might give her a chance. She is kinder then you are making her seem."

I growled. "Jacob, I am not in the mood for you. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a dinner to save." I hung up the phone before he could stop me.