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Chapter 2
(Faith's POV)
I woke up to the sound of a door shutting near my room.
After taking a minute to allow my eyes to adjust, I begrudgingly rolled myself out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I turned the shower on so that it was slightly cooler than normal in order to wake me up the rest of the way and as soon as the water hit my body, I was wide awake.
I quickly washed up and shaved my body while using my favorite raspberry scented body wash before I threw the same scented shampoo and conditioner in my hair; lather, rinsing and repeating.
Pulling the shower door open, I stepped out into the cool air, shivering slightly before I grabbed my fluffy towel that I had set on the toilet and wrapped it around my body to absorb the water and to warm myself up. I then grabbed the slightly smaller one to wrap up in my hair before picking up my dirty clothes and tossing them in the laundry basket.
I left the bathroom and headed back to my room putting on my favorite ripped jeans and a long sleeved, low cut, baby blue top. I paired my outfit with a thick, white belt, white gold jewelry and a pair white high top sneakers. I quickly blow-dried my long black hair, deciding to leave it in long waves down my back. I left my makeup simple, only going with eyeliner, mascara and some clear lip gloss.
As I passed Bella's room, I could tell that she was just waking up and would be a little bit before she came down stairs. I peeked my head in to say 'good morning' before I made my way down the stairs, only to find Alice in the kitchen talking to Charlie as he fixed everyone toasted bagels for breakfast. I almost laughed outright when I saw that he was making one for Alice as well, but kept my amusement to myself in light of the conversation and the fact that Charlie doesn't know about vampires.
"How bad was it, Charlie?" Alice asked softly and I immediately knew that they were talking about Bella after Edward and the Cullen's left in September after her birthday.
Charlie sighed and exchanged a glance with me. "Real bad."
"Tell me about it. I want to know exactly what happened when we left."
There was a pause while he retrieved a few plates from the cupboard and the toaster popped the bagels out with a 'ding'.
"I've never felt so helpless," Charlie began slowly. "I didn't know what to do. That first week – I thought I was going to have to hospitalize her. She wouldn't eat or drink, she wouldn't move. Dr. Gerandy was throwing around words like 'catatonic,' but I didn't let him up to see her. I was afraid it would scare her."
"She snapped out of it though?"
"I had Renee come to take her to Florida. I just didn't want to be the one… if she had to go to a hospital or something. I hoped being with her mother would help. But when we started packing her clothes, she woke up with a vengeance. I've never seen Bella throw a fit like that. She was never one for the tantrums, but, boy, did she fly into a fury. She threw her clothes everywhere and screamed that we couldn't make her leave – and then she finally started crying. I thought that would be the turning point. I didn't argue when she insisted on staying here… and she did seem to get better at first…" Charlie trailed off. It was hard listening to this about my cousin, knowing how much pain they were in.
"But?" Alice prompted.
"She went back to school and work, she ate and slept and did her homework. She answered when someone asked her a direct question. But she was… empty. Her eyes were blank. There were lots of things – she wouldn't listen to music anymore; I found a bunch of broken CD's in the trash. She didn't read; she wouldn't be in the same room when the TV was on, not that she watched it much before. I finally figured it out – she was avoiding everything that might remind her of… him.
"We could hardly talk; I was so worried about saying something that would upset her – the littlest things would make her flinch – and she never volunteered anything. She would just answer if I asked her something.
"She was alone all the time. She didn't call her friends back, and after a while, they stopped calling. It was night of the living dead around here for months. I still hear her screaming in her sleep…"
Charlie and I both shuddered, remembering how it was when I first got here and those first few weeks or so.
"I'm so sorry, Charlie." Alice said, voice glum.
"It's not your fault." The way he said it made it perfectly clear that he was holding someone responsible and I knew exactly who that person was. "You were always a good friend to her."
"She seems better now, though."
"Yeah, ever since Faith called and asked to come stay with us, things began to get better. They even began to hang out with Jacob Black, and after that, I've noticed a real improvement. She had some color in her cheeks when they would come home, some light in her eyes when they would sit together and talk. She's happier." He paused and his voice was different when he spoke again. "Jacob is a year or so younger than her and I know she used to think of him as a friend, but I think maybe it's something more now, or headed in that direction, anyway. What do you think, Faith?"
I pursed my lips in thought. "I can tell that he is obviously smitten with her and I think that with some time, Bella could start to return those feelings. It's definitely headed there, anyway." I answered for his benefit.
I knew from my visions that something was going to change during the trip to Italy, though I didn't know what exactly. Too many decisions were left to be made and without them, there are blank spots.
"Yeah, I agree." Charlie said this in a tone that was almost belligerent. It was a warning, not for Alice, but for her to pass along. His voice then turned into a teasing tone as he smirked at me. "The same could be said about you and Paul."
I blushed as I thought about the wolf that seems to have taken a liking for me.
Since the day I met him down at the reservation, he has taken to following me around and making conversation keeping me company whenever Jake and Bella would go off and talk. We have a comfortable relationship and he has quickly turned in to one of my best friends. He has quite the temper, but hasn't really blown up at me, knowing that I will put him in his place, but overall, he is a great guy. I just didn't see him as more than a friend, even though it was obvious that he wishes it could be more.
I saw Alice looking at me from the corner of my eye as I purposely studied my plate, deciding to keep quiet and not give my opinion on the matter. Thankfully Charlie brought the spotlight off of me and back on to Bella and Jake.
"Jake's old for his years," he continued, sounding defensive. "He's taken care of his father physically the way Bella took care of her mother emotionally. It matured him. He's a good-looking kid, too – takes after his mom's side. He's good for Bella, you know," Charlie insisted.
"Then its good she has him," Alice agreed.
Charlie sighed out a big gust of air, folding quickly to the lack of opposition. "Okay, so that's overstating things. I don't know… even with Jacob, now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I've ever grasped how much pain she's really in and it's not normal, Alice, and it… it frightens me. Not normal at all. Not like someone… left her, but like someone died." His voice cracked and he went on in a hopeless tone. "I don't know if she's going to get over it – I'm not sure if it's in her nature to heal from something like this. She's always been such a constant little thing. She doesn't get past things, change her mind."
"She's one of a kind," Alice agreed in a dry voice.
"And Alice…" Charlie hesitated. "Now, you know how fond I am of you and I can tell she's happy to see you, but… I'm a little worried about what your visit will do to her."
"So am I, Charlie, so am I. I wouldn't have come if I had any idea. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, honey. Who knows? Maybe it will be good for her."
"I hope your right." There was a long break while Charlie and I ate our toasted bagels and Alice picked hers apart, hiding bits and pieces in her napkin in her lap.
"Alice, I have to ask you something," Charlie said awkwardly.
Alice was calm. "Go ahead."
"He's not coming back to visit, too, is he?" I knew that we both could hear the suppressed anger in his voice.
Alice answered in a soft, reassuring tone. "He doesn't even know I'm here. The last time I spoke with him, he was in South America."
"That's something, at least." He snorted. "Well, I hope he's enjoying himself."
For the first time, Alice's voice had a bit of steel in it and I knew exactly why. I had seen visions of Edward myself and he was wallowing in grief as well. It was hard to feel bad for someone who caused so much heartache and pain for my family, but it was clear that he was miserable.
"I wouldn't make assumptions, Charlie." Her eyes flashed.
Breaking everyone out of the tense situation, I stood, my chair scraping loudly across the floor, and made my way to the sink with my empty plate. I turned the faucet on, splashing water against the plate, cleaning off the major grime before placing it in the dish washer.
It was then that I heard Bella by the stairs yawning loudly as she stretched and groaned. It was obvious that she had heard the majority of our conversation and felt that things were getting tense and decided to break it up.
"Faith? Alice?" She asked innocently, her throat sounding scratching, making a great addition to her charade.
"We're in the kitchen, Bella." I called, keeping all hints that I knew what she overheard out of my voice for Charlie's sake.
Charlie had to leave then – he was helping Sue Clearwater with the funeral arrangements. It would have been a very long day without Alice if Bella and I had to go with him. I was never good at dealing with death, because of my mom.
We talked about her family – well, all but Edward – and found out that Carlisle was working nights in Ithaca and teaching part time at Cornell. Esme was restoring a seventeenth century house, a historical monument, in the forest north of the city. Emmett and Rosalie had gone to Europe for a few months on another honeymoon, but they were back now. Jasper was at Cornell too, studying philosophy this time, and Alice had been doing some personal research, concerning the information Bella had accidentally uncovered last spring after her encounter with James. She'd successfully tracked down the asylum where she'd spent the last years of her human life. The life she had no memory of.
"My name was Mary Alice Brandon," she told us quietly. "I had a little sister named Cynthia. Her daughter – my niece – died during child birth in Biloxi." She looked at me sympathetically.
I gave her a small smile, and perceptive like always, Bella noticed. "What was that?"
I let out a deep sigh before I answered. "Alice's niece that she is talking about was my mom."
Bella gasped and cupped her hands to her face. "But that means – "
"Yep," Alice grinned a small smile. "Faith is my great-niece and you, Bella, are a part of my family through marriage."
Bella's face lit up in a smile that I haven't seen since before the Cullen's left, causing Alice and I to smile back in return.
"This is amazing! I can't believe you are family, Alice! Though, I can't believe I didn't put that together when I found out about Faith's visions and about the women on the mother's side." She said before her face turned serious. "Did you find out why they put you in… that place?"
She just shook her head, her topaz eyes thoughtful. "I couldn't find much about them. I went through all the old newspapers on microfiche. My family wasn't mentioned often; they weren't part of the social circle that made the papers. My parents' engagement was there, and Cynthia's, along with birth records of her daughter being born." The name fell uncertainly from her tongue. "My birth was announced… and my death. I found my grave. I also filched my admissions sheet from the old asylum archives. The date on the admission and the date on my tombstone are the same. Though, I know that thanks to Faith and the journals that she gave me that have been passed down through our family, I know I will find out more. I wrote one of those, after all."
"But if Cynthia had visions like you did, why didn't your parents admit her to the asylum as well?" Bella asked.
I took the opportunity to answer this questions, being that I knew the answer, unlike Alice. "It's because she never told them. She was afraid that they would do the same thing to her that they did to Alice."
"Oh," Bella murmured.
After explaining the journals to her and a little about my mom's side of the family, we moved on to lighter topics.
Alice began to tell us that the Cullens were reassembled now, with the one exception of Edward, spending Cornell's spring break in Denali with Tanya and her family. Bella seemed to be listening too eagerly to even the most trivial news. I stayed quiet and listened, having already seen most of this through my visions. Though, she never mentioned Edward and I could tell that Bella was grateful.
Charlie didn't get back until after dark, and he looked more worn than he had the night before. He would be headed back to the reservation first thing in the morning for Harry's funeral, so he turned in early. Bella and I stayed on the couch with Alice talking late in to the night.
Charlie was almost a stranger when he came down the stairs before the sun was up, wearing an old suit I'd never seen him in before and by the look on Bella's face, I could tell that this was her first time seeing him in it as well. The jacket hung open; I guessed it was too tight to fasten the buttons. His tie was a bit wide for the current style.
As soon as he was out the door, we began to make plans for the day.
"So, what are we doing today?" Alice asked sitting up fully dressed under the quilt she was covered with.
"I don't know – do either of you see anything interesting happening?"
We exchanged smiling glances and then shook our heads. "But it's still early." I shrugged.
All the time that Bella and I had been spending in La Push meant a pile of things we'd been neglecting at home, and though I got caught up on my chores since I stayed home two days ago waiting for Alice to come, Bella still had hers to do. So I decided to help her, starting with the bathroom since it showed the most signs of neglect.
While we worked, Alice leaned against the doorjamb and asked nonchalant questions about their high school friends and what they had been up to since Alice left. Her face stayed casual and emotionless, but I sensed her disapproval when she realized how little Bella could tell her.
We were literally up to our elbows in Comet, scrubbing the floor of the bathtub, when the doorbell rang.
We looked to Alice at once, and her expression was perplexed, almost worried, which was strange. I knew that it was Paul and Jake at the door, though how she didn't see that, I didn't know.
"Hold on!" I shouted in the general direction of the front door, getting up and hurrying to the sink to rinse my arms off, with Bella behind me.
"Guys," Alice said with a trace of frustration in her voice, "I have a fairly good guess who that might be, and I think I'd better step out."
"Guess?" Bella echoed. How could she have to guess who is at the door?
"If this is a repeat of my egregious lapse of foresight yesterday, then it's most likely Jacob Black and Paul Lahote or a pair of their…friends."
I stared at her, putting it together. "You can't see werewolves?" Bella asked in surprise.
She grimaced. "So it would seem." She was obviously annoyed by this fact – very annoyed.
"How is that possible?" I asked perplexed.
"You mean, you can see them?" She asked and I nodded slowly.
"Yeah, it's Jake and Paul." I told her exchanging a look with Bella.
"Well, that's completely unfair." She grumbled.
The doorbell rang again – buzzing twice quickly and impatiently.
"You don't have to go anywhere, Alice. You were here first." Bella objected.
She laughed her silvery little laugh – it had a dark edge. "Trust me – it wouldn't be a good idea to have me and those mutts in a room together."
She kissed the both of our cheeks swiftly before she vanished through Charlie's door – and out his back window, no doubt.
We sprinted down the stairs and threw the door open. It was Jake and Paul, of course, like I knew it was.
They were standing about six feet back from the door, their nose wrinkled in distaste, but their faces otherwise smooth – masklike. They didn't fool me; I could see the faint trembling of their hands, Paul more so than Jake.
Hostility rolled off of them in waves and I felt my chin jerk up defensively in response.
Jacobs Rabbit idled by the curb with Jared behind the wheel and Embry in the passenger seat. I understood what this meant: they were afraid to let the two of them come here alone without back-up. It made me sad, and a little annoyed. I knew from my visions and from meeting Alice that the Cullen's weren't like that.
"Hey," I finally said when neither of them spoke.
Paul grunted as Jake pursed his lips, still hanging back from the door. Their eyes flickered across the front of the house.
I watched as Bella ground her teeth. "She's not here. Do you need something?"
Jake hesitated. "You're alone?"
"Yes," she sighed.
"Can we talk to you both for a minute?" Paul asked.
"Of course you can, guys. Come on in." I invited them, stepping back as to give them room to enter.
Paul glanced over his shoulder at his friends in the car. I saw Embry shake his head just a tiny bit. For some reason, this bugged me to no end.
"Chicken," I mumbled under my breath, knowing they would hear it.
Paul's eyes flashed back to me, his thick, black brows pushing into a furious angle over his deep-set eyes. His jaw set and he marched – there was no other way to describe the way he moved – up the sidewalk and shrugged past me into the house with Jake following him with the same furious determination in his steps.
Bella turned and followed after them while I locked gazes with first Jared and then Embry – I didn't like the hard way they eyed me; did they really think I would let anything hurt either Paul or Jake? – before I shut the door on them.
The three of them were in the hall behind me, the boys staring at the mess of blankets in the living room.
"Slumber party?" Jake asked, his tone sarcastic.
"Yeah," Bella answered with the same level of acid. I didn't like Jacob when he acted this way, and I knew Bella hated it even more. "What's it to you?"
He wrinkled his nose again and exchanged a look with Paul, who then spoke. "Where's your 'friend'?" I could hear the quotation marks in his tone.
"She's not my 'friend', she's my aunt through my mom's side, making her my family and Bella's as well through marriage and she had some errands to run. Look, Paul, what do you two want?" I damn near growled.
After hearing what I had said, they seemed to get edgier – their long arms were quivering as they exchanged another glance.
"Oh, that's just rich," Jake chuckled. "A leech for an aunt."
"If you don't like it, than the both of you can leave!" Bella snapped.
It didn't escape my notice that neither of them answered my question. Instead, they moved on to the kitchen, their restless eyes darting everywhere.
We both followed after them confused. Jake leaned against the counter top while Paul paced back and forth along the short counter.
"Hey," I said, putting myself in his way. He stopped pacing and stared down at me. "What's your problem?"
"We don't like having to be here." Jake answered as Paul continued to look at me with hard eyes, not objecting in the slightest.
That stung. I winced and his eyes tightened.
"Then I'm sorry you had to come," I muttered to the both of them.
"Why don't you tell us what the two of you need so you can leave?" Bella said crossing her arms.
"We just have to ask you girls a couple of questions. It shouldn't take long. We have to get back for the funeral." Paul explained.
"Okay. Get on with it then." We were probably overdoing it with the antagonism, but I didn't want them to see how much this hurt. I knew I wasn't being fair and that Bella felt the same way. After all, I was the one who told him that I couldn't come see him the other day because I was waiting for Alice. I chose a bloodsucker over him and Bella did the same with Jake. We'd hurt them first.
Jake took a deep breath, and his trembling fingers were suddenly still. His face smoothed into a serene mask.
"One of the Cullens is staying here with you," he stated.
"Yes," Bella confirmed. "Alice Cullen."
Paul nodded thoughtfully. "How long is she here for?"
"As long as she wants to be." The belligerence was still there in my tone. "It's an open invitation."
"Do you think you could… please… explain to her about the other one – Victoria?" He asked.
Bella paled. "I told her about that."
Jake nodded. "You should know that we can only watch on our own lands with a Cullen here. You'll only be safe in La Push. We can't protect you here anymore and if she catches Faith with you, she will kill her as well."
"Okay," I said in a small voice as Bella nodded absentmindedly.
Paul looked away then, out the back windows. Neither of them said anything.
"Is that all?" Bella asked.
He kept his eyes on the glass not saying anything, so Jake answered. "Just one more thing."
We waited but he didn't continue. "Yes?" I finally prompted.
"Are the rest of them coming back now?" He asked in a cool, quiet voice. It reminded me of Sam's always calm manner. Jake was becoming more like Sam and I could tell that it was bothering Bella a lot.
I began to search the future, but I still couldn't see anything about them returning and Bella didn't answer.
"Well?" Paul asked when I pulled myself back to the present.
"I don't see anything," I looked at Bella apologetically.
"So that would be a no," Bella said grudgingly. "They aren't coming back."
Neither of their expressions changed.
"Okay. That's all." Jake swallowed.
Bella glared at him, annoyance rekindled. "Well, run along now. Go tell Sam that the scary monsters aren't coming to get you."
"Okay," he repeated, still calm.
That seemed to be it. Jacob walked swiftly from the kitchen, Paul remaining where he stood as he looked at me in silence as Bella slipped from the room to give us a moment.
"Faith," Paul began in a troubled voice.
"I'm sorry." I said cutting him off.
"No," he shook his head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been such an asshole to you. I just really wanted to see you. I shouldn't have snapped like that."
I gave him a small smile. "It's okay. I'm sorry for making it seem like I was choosing her over you. I just knew that it was important that I talk to her." I said cryptically.
"I need to stop being so selfish when it comes to you." He said with a small smile looking down at his hands.
"It's okay," I smiled. "Just promise me that you'll wait and still be my friend, even though I love Alice too."
"Yeah, I'll always be you friend," He said gruffly, "no matter what you love. I get that she is still your family."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
I felt his arms wind around me, and I leaned against his chest. I felt him lean in and sniff my hair.
"Ew,"
"What?" I demanded. I looked up to see that his nose was wrinkled again. "I don't smell!"
He smiled a little. "Yes, you do – you smell like them. Blech! Too sweet – sickly sweet. And… icy. It burns my nose."
"Really?" That was strange. Alice smelled unbelievably wonderful. To a human, anyway. "But why would Alice think that Bella and I smell too?"
That wiped his smile away. "Huh. Maybe I don't smell too good to her, either. Huh."
"Well, you both smell fine to me." I rested my head against him again. I was going to miss him terribly when he walked out the door. It was a nasty catch 22 – on the one hand, I wanted Alice to stay in my life forever.
"I'll miss you," Paul whispered, echoing my thoughts. "Every minute. I hope she leaves soon,"
"It really doesn't have to be that way, Paul."
He sighed. "Yes, it really does, Faith. You… love her. So I'd better not get anywhere near her. I'm not sure that I'm even-tempered enough to handle that. Sam would be mad if I broke the treaty, and" – his voice turned sarcastic – "You probably wouldn't like it too much if I killed your aunt."
I recoiled from him when he said that, but he only tightened his arms, refusing to let me escape. "There's no point in avoiding the truth. That's the way things are, Fay."
"I do not like the way things are."
Paul freed one arm so that he could cup his big brown hand under my chin and make me look at him.
"Yeah, it was easier when we were both human, wasn't it?"
I sighed.
We stared at each other for a long moment. His hand smoldered against my skin. In my face, I knew there was nothing but wistful sadness – I didn't want to have to say goodbye now, no matter for how short of a time. At first his face reflected mine, but then, as neither of us looked away, his expression changed.
He released me, lifting his other hand to brush his fingertips along my cheek, trailing them down to my jaw. I could feel his fingers tremble – not with anger this time. He pressed his palm against my cheek, so that my face was trapped between his burning hands. I heard the phone ring, but we paid no mind to it, knowing that Bella or Jake would get it in the other room.
"Faith," he whispered.
I was frozen.
No! I hadn't made this decision yet. I didn't know if I could do this, and I was out of time to think. But I would have been a fool if I thought rejecting him now would have no consequences.
I stared back at him. He was not my Paul, but he could be. His face was familiar and beloved. In so many real ways, I did love him. He was my comfort, my safe harbor. Right now, I could choose to have him belong to me. Maybe it would feel nice.
Maybe it would feel like a betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself.
Keeping his eyes on me, Paul began to bend his face toward me. And I was still absolutely undecided.
I gasped out loud, making him jump as I got sucked into an involuntary vision.
Edward was standing in front of Aro, Marcus and Caius. He looked upset and depressed, like his reason for existing had been taken away.
"What can we do for you today, young Edward?" Aro asked.
"I'm here because I want you to kill me." Edward responded.
Aro looked at him in confusion. "And why would you ever want a thing like that?"
Edward looked as though it was taking all of his strength to even remain upright as he responded. "She's dead. She killed herself. Bella…I need to be with her; join her in the afterlife, if there even is something like that for us when we pass."
Aro studied him for a moment before holding out his hand.
Knowing what he wanted, Edward placed his hand in his and I watched as Aro read every thought that he ever had.
Moments later, Aro dropped his hand and looked at him in wonder and excitement.
"My brothers and I will speak about this matter privately and we will let you know of our decision."
Edward nodded before turning and walking out of the room.
I gasped in a panic and rushed in to the living room with Paul following after me.
"Faith? What's going on?" He asked in a rush. "What did you see?"
I didn't answer as I entered the living room to see Bella and Jake in an argument.
"Who did you just hang up on?" She gasped, infuriated. "In my house, and on my phone?"
"Easy! He hung up on me!" Jake defended himself.
"He? Who was it?!" I asked frantically.
He sneered the title. "Dr. Carlisle Cullen."
"Why didn't you like me talk to him?!" Bella yelled.
"He didn't ask for you," Jacob said coldly. His face was smooth, expressionless, but his hands shook.
"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" Paul complained.
No one answered him as Jake continued. "He asked were Charlie was and I told him. I don't think I broke any rules of etiquette."
This didn't make any sense. If the person on the phone was Carlisle, then why did I have that vision of Edward?
"You listen to me, Jacob Black – " But he obviously wasn't listening. He looked quickly over his shoulder, Paul looking toward the same place. Their eyes went wide and their stiff bodies began to tremble. I listened too, automatically, but heard nothing.
"Bye, Bells," he spat out and wheeled toward the front door.
"I gotta go, Fay, I'll call you later." Paul said following after Jake.
Bella ran after him. "What is it?" And then ran into him, as he rocked back on his heels, cussing under his breath.
I had a quick vision of Alice appearing and knew that that was what was spooking the boys, so I relaxed, relieved that there was no real danger.
Jake spun around again, knocking Bella sideways. I tried to catch her but bobbled and fell to the floor with the two of them, my legs tangled with theirs.
"Shoot, ow!" I protested as he hurriedly jerked his legs free one and the time.
Bella and I struggled to pull ourselves up as he and Paul darted for the back door; they suddenly froze again.
Alice stood motionless at the foot of the stairs.
"Bella," she choked.
We scrambled to our feet and lurched to her side. Her eyes were dazed and far away, he face drawn and whiter than bone. Her slim body trembled to an inner turmoil. I had no doubt that she had the same vision as I did about Edward.
"Alice, what's wrong?" Bella cried. She put her hands on her face, trying to calm her.
Her eyes focused on mine abruptly, wide with pain.
"Did you see?" She asked me.
I nodded. "I came out to tell Bella, but Jake said that it was Carlisle who had called, confusing me and I didn't get the chance to tell her, because Jake and her started to argue about the phone call."
She nodded silently before Bella brought our attention back to her. It was then that I knew that this was going to be the circumstance that would bring us to Italy.
"What's going on?" Bella pleaded.
"Edward," was all Alice whispered.
A/N: Dun Dun Dun… So tell me, what did everyone think? I would love to hear what everyone's opinion on Paul was. He is like Faith's best friend who is in love with her, but she doesn't know how she feels about him. But we all know that his is a Jasper/Faith story, so we will see what kind of drama this kind of thing inflicts.
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'Unbreakable Faith' NEW!
If you enjoyed this story so far, check out some of my other stories on my FanFiction page! Also, I am still accepting Twilight stories that involve Jasper/any female leads or Bella/selected male leads
if anyone is looking for a Beta Reader. I will make exceptions on the characters depending on the plot.
I am also now accepting Phantom of the Opera FanFictions that include Erik! I will also
be accepting Titanic FanFictions featuring Jack, Snow White and the Huntsman featuring Snow White or Eric (the huntsman), The Ghost Whisperer that feature Melinda and Law and Order SVU that feature Elliot. I will accept OC characters as well depending on the other lead character. PM me for details!
- Bella'Xo
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