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EDWARD'S POV


Explanations


"I talked to her about that already. She said she would be here in Chicago at about seven tomorrow evening. She can take the guest bedroom," Carlisle said. His voice was perfectly fine now.

"I need to go out and buy some things for her tomorrow. Why didn't you call me and tell me this?" Esme asked. I could hear her walking around as I placed my hand on the wall.

My heart was flying like a hummingbird. I looked back as I went up the stairs. I didn't need to trip on them and have Carlisle and Esme catch me listening in on their conversation.

My throat was tight again.

I closed my door as quietly as possible behind me. I fell back into my desk chair and stared down at my bare feet.

Who was Bella? Charlie?

Why would she be moving in? How is she tied to Carlisle and Esme? Why haven't I heard of her before?

Why haven't I heard of Charlie before?

She would be here tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

I leaned forwards and raked my long fingers through my hair. I looked out my window and frowned at the setting sun. The time that she should be here was getting closer.

Another day gone where Carlisle and Esme kept this from me, too.

Is she a step cousin? Is Charlie a step uncle? Another step cousin?

I roughly grabbed my phone from my night stand and turned it on. I had two texts from Jasper. I dialed his number and shook my leg impatiently as it rang in my ear.

"Edward? What do you need?"

"Jasper...Can I come over to your place tomorrow? I'll bring my guitar..." I walked over to my bed and sat down on the end of it. I gripped my knee as I waited for his answer. I heard shuffling and paper crinkling on the other end.

"What's wrong? Something's wrong," he said with puzzlement. I closed my eyes and sighed. I didn't even want to talk about it with him.

I wanted to talk about it with Carlisle and Esme!

"Look, can I or can't I? I'm kinda...busy," I lied. I stood up and started pacing my room. I tightened my hand around my phone as footsteps approached my room.

"Uh...Yeah, sure. My parents are going out anyway-" I ended the call and slid the small device into my pocket just as there was a knock on my door. I sat back down in my desk chair and opened a random book.

"Come in."

Carlisle stood in the doorway in a pair of dark jeans and a red t-shirt. I leaned back in the chair and rested the book down into my lap.

"Hey," I got out. I forced a smile.

Who's Bella? Who's Charlie? My earlier thoughts came back full swing.

"Esme's preparing supper at the moment. So, how was the fence? Was it pretty easy?" He asked. He suddenly laughed and ran a hand through his pale blond hair, "I heard Jasper was the one to fall asleep."

I nodded with a tight smile. He gave me an uncanny look before nodding, and backing up with the door knob still in his hand. I relaxed once the door was shut.

Who's Bella? I asked again as I discarded the book back onto my desk.

Why would she come here? Why would she move in here? I rubbed my forehead with the palm of my hand roughly.

It was silent as we ate. I easily noticed the subtle glances that Esme and Carlisle were giving each other. Or what they thought was subtle.

I was filled with vexation as they ate without saying anything. I knew they were going to tell me sooner or later. The way they looked at each other gave them away.

It was just so annoying how they kept silent. I didn't want to be the one to bring it up and explain to them that I had listened in on their conversation.

I set my fork down louder than I really had to. I leaned back and crossed my arms and ankles. I looked up at them with a blank face.

Esme looked over and up at Carlisle.

"Well, it's obvious you guys aren't going to talk about it or bring it up, so I will. Who's Bella? Who the hell is Charlie?" I flickered my eyes back and forth between Carlisle and Esme. Esme stared into my eyes with a small smile. Carlisle was looking down at his plate of food.

"Why is she moving here?" I planted my hands flat down on the table and leaned forwards with my lips pressed into a hard line. My heart was beating hard in my chest.

I ran a hand through my hair.

"I'm sorry I eavesdropped on your conversation, but I was curious..." I said. And I really was sorry.

"We were going to tell you, Edward," Esme said sincerely. I looked to Carlisle for a confirmation, and he nodded to me with a sad smile. He grabbed Esme's hand into his.

I still don't understand how people can do that...

"Who's Bella, and why will she be moving here? Who's Charlie? Is that her father?" I asked all the questions, and Carlisle held his hand up. Authority seeped from his form.

"Edward, can you just try and stay open minded for us please?" He asked desperately. His voice was soft, but was trying to get the point across to me.

"Yeah, I can do that." I just wanted answers.

"Esme and I are Bella Swan's godparents. We've known her since the moment she was born," he explained.

"How old is she?" If she's over eighteen, then she can get a job and move into an apartment or something!

"She's the same age as you. Seventeen," Esme added in. She was quiet after that as Carlisle squeezed her hand with a small smile.

Damn. I was hoping eighteen or nineteen...

"Son, she has to move here because she doesn't have anyone else. Char-" Carlisle stopped and rested his forehead into his free hand. Esme's eyes teared up as she gripped his hand and bicep with her other hand, "Charlie was her father...And a very close friend of ours. I'm sure you know he was shot," he said as he raised his head and looked at me with blurry blue eyes.

My throat tightened up to see Carlisle and Esme so...emotional.

I nodded my head slowly.

"Why didn't you tell me about Charlie and Bella?" I asked weakly. I mean...being godparents is kind of important, right?

"We never had a reason to. The last time we saw Bella and Charlie was five years ago," Carlisle said. I leaned back again in my chair and raised an eyebrow.

I would have been thirteen...Wouldn't I have known if they had gone somewhere to visit them?

"You did?"

"Yes, but we didn't think it was time for you to be going places. You were still in therapy, remember?"

Oh yeah, therapy. I needed that from when I was eleven, and all the way up to fourteen. I must have stayed with Esme's parents...I obviously don't really remember.

"Where does Bella live?" It must be quite a distant if Carlisle and Esme didn't visit again for five years. I instantly thought of New York or California.

"Forks, Washington," Esme piped up again. I ran a hand through my hair again as I listened closely.

"What about Charlie? Wouldn't you have been invited to his funeral?"

"He only died a day ago. Charlie's said many times that when he dies, he doesn't want to have a funeral. He wants to be cremated and that's it," Carlisle said sadly. It was clear in his voice and face that he wanted to have a funeral for Charlie. To see him one last time.

I was nodding slowly without thinking about it.

"What about her mother? Doesn't she have a mother?"

"No...Uh...She died while giving birth to Isabella," Carlisle said again. New tears welled up in both of their eyes. I looked down at my lap.

She has no one.

"Grandparents?"

"Dead."

Wow...

"Charlie and Renee didn't have siblings." Obviously Renee was Bella's mother. I'm sure my eyes were wide as I stared at them.

She has no other family. My hands tightened into fists. How unfair is that?!

"His loss must be weighting down heavily on her," I mumbled absent-mindedly. She must feel pretty lost knowing she only has Carlisle and Esme now. They have a lot on their shoulders for being twenty-five and twenty-eight as well.

"She was in tears when I picked up." I instantly felt bad as those words left Carlisle's mouth. Man, what must be going through her head right now.

"I'm gonna go up to my room and read or something...Thanks for supper, Esme." I pushed the chair back and got up with my plate. I rinsed it off and left it in the sink before loping off to the stairs. I took them two at a time.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket instantly as I closed my door behind me. I walked around my room as the ringing blared off in my ear.

Jasper picked up on the third ring.

"You going to hang up again?"

"No. Sorry about that...I was in a hurry. I can still come over tomorrow, right? I mean, it would be fine if I can't." No it wouldn't.
"Yeah, I already told you that! My parents are going out for some alone time...It's weird." I chuckled as I imagined Jasper sticking his tongue out on the other end in disgust. He found affection weird and gross almost as much as I did.

"Just curious. Why are you coming over? You almost never do," he said.

"Can I just tell you tomorrow? It will be much easier than," I replied. It was silent for a minute or two before I heard a sigh.

"Yeah, all right. You sure you're okay, though?"

"Yeah, Jasper, I'm fine. I'll text you tomorrow before I head over," I confirmed. I opened my window and climbed up onto the roof as the orange sun set in front of me. The little clouds around were a dark pink. Almost purple.

"See you then."

"Bye." I replaced it back into my pocket as I brought my knees closer to my chest. I rested my arms on my bare knees and enjoyed the now gentle breeze.

I was still debating whether I wanted Bella to move in or not. I honesty didn't want another person in the house. Especially a girl.

She'll fuss about her hair and talk about her makeup. She'll almost be in tears when she chips or breaks a nail. I could already see it.

Tall, blond, blue eyes, and fake breasts.

Ew.

I shook my head and rubbed a hand down my face. I hope she doesn't talk a lot...I would kind of hate to tell her to shut up. And I really hope she doesn't like hugs and stuff like that.

I don't do hugs and stuff like that...

I slowly lowered myself down on the roof until I was laying on my back. I closed my eyes and tucked my hands behind my head with a sigh.

A content sigh.

I came running in from the backyard with my hand bleeding. I tried to keep the blood from falling on the carpet as I ran through the living room.

I grunted as my foot caught on the leg of the coffee table. My hands shot out to catch myself before I injured myself even more.

Ice cold fear shot through me as I got on my knees and lifted my one bloody hand. The thick, crimson liquid stood out on the off white carpet.

I hurried to the kitchen with gasping breaths. I turned the tap on and placed my hand under the cold water. I hissed through my teeth as it stung for a few seconds.

I placed paper towel to my hand and took tentative steps back into the living room. I looked down at the red splotch with absolute dread.

Dad's going to lose it. Oh, god!

"Edward?"

I spun around, and my shoulders slumped when Mom looked down at me. Her green eyes were wide as she stepped around me to look down at the carpet. Her shoulders tensed. Her whole body tensed.

"Elizabeth? Edward?" My father's voice sounded even more terrifying as I thought of how much trouble I was going to be in.

Stupid stick. Stupid tree!

I moved closer to my mom as he walked in from the basement. He narrowed his eyes at Mom before moving them down to me. His pale blue eyes were questioning. They were so blue, they almost looked white in any type of light.

He looked down near our feet, and the vein in his forehead was already pulsing out. He slowly walked towards us. Mom gripped my shoulder and pulled me back against her chest. She moved in front of me when he got closer.

She was shaking.

My mom and I both cried out in surprise as he grabbed her arm and waist. He pulled her to him, and their lips brushed as he looked down into her petrified eyes. He menacingly moved his mouth to her ear and whispered some things.

I took a step back.

My brows knitted together as her face heated up to a dark red. Dad smirked and roughly pushed her down on the couch before coming back towards me.

His foot met my ribs with great force.

"God dammit!" I called out as I woke up and met the black sky with small twinkling stars.