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Chapter 3

The house was beautiful. It was large, maybe three or four floors. The exterior was white. A young woman, maybe twenty four, stood outside of the house to greet us. She was beautiful as well, with the same golden eyes and pale skin.

"You must be Allya," she greeted. "I'm Esme, everyone's adopted mother. I'm sorry to say that Carlisle isn't here to meet you. He's at the hospital working."

I smiled at Esme. "It's good to meet you. Your home is beautiful."

She led me and Emmett inside to see the large interior. I found myself in a large living room with white walls, beautiful chocolate brown furniture. It was all breathtaking.

Alice came into the house, a worried look on her face.

"Allya, your uncle's on the phone," she whispered. She look frightened. My heart started to beat fast as I took her cell phone from her hand.

"H-hello?"

"Allya Michelle Grey! What the fuck do you think you're doing, skipping three classes?" I was frozen in fear, so I couldn't answer. I could tell everyone was staring at me. "I want you home right now! I have to give you your punishment."

I dropped the phone without realizing it.

"I-I…" I looked around. Everyone had now gathered in the living room, giving me a concerned look. "I have to go."

I quickly took off.

EMPOV

I watched as the beautiful human girl took off out the door, and to her crappy car.

Wait…

Beautiful? Since when did I think anyone was beautiful? I mean, sure, my family are gorgeous, but they don't count. I haven't thought that anyone was beautiful since-

No, I will not think of that now. That was a long time ago, and I need to move on.

"Edward, what was she thinking?" Esme asked, jumping me out of my thoughts.

"I don't quite know," he answered. "Her thoughts were all jumbled together.

"She was afraid," Jasper cut in. "As if she was just told that she was going to die. She's also in physical pain."

I looked to Alice, who had a blank look on her face. She was having a vision, and from the expression on Edward's face, it wasn't very pleasant. I started to worry. Was it about Allya? Was her uncle going to hurt her? She looked terrified after her talk with her uncle. And what's this punishment he was talking about?

Ugh, I was so confused.

Edward answered the questions in my head. "She's had a hard home life. She's been forced to live with her uncle since she was ten."

I began to think about this. Who exactly is Allya Michelle Grey? She's hard to figure out, even with a mind reader and an empath. It's like Bella all over again.

APOV

I knew exactly what was happening to Allya, and it scared me. No one should have to go through what she was feeling. All I wanted to do was cry. Jasper felt my pain and gave me a hug while calming me down.

"What's happening to her, Alice?" I heard Emmett ask. I looked at him with a curious look. Ever since Rosalie died, he's turned into the Edward before he met Bella - detached, alone, and depressed. I felt that this would end up the same way, as well. Hopefully, this human will bring back the Emmett we all know and love.

When he asked me his question, I had to look away. The vision flashed through my mind again, reliving her horrible pain and torture.

And it was all our fault.

"I-it's worse than Rose," I said in a low whisper. "She's being… and he keeps.."

I shuddered and leaned into Jasper's chest for support. I decided that this won't be like Bella. In fact, it will be entirely different.

We just might have to save her life someday, not like we did with Bella, either.

Allya didn't show up for school the next day, which pissed off that Jess girl. I almost expected to see her the day after that, but she didn't. Apparently, this was normal for her. It took about three days for her to come back to school, and even then she looked like she was going to faint any second. She didn't look at any of us the first half of school, and it was killing me. She was the first one to make Emmett actually laugh in almost thirty years.

In the middle of English, I got a vision. I saw a girl, all in black. Her back was to me, but I instantly knew it was Allya. She was playing the violin like I've never heard before. It was something I've never heard before, played to perfection. There was a soft crunching, and she stopped. She turned around, her bright blue eyes shining with something I couldn't recognized. She smiled, and actual large smile.

"Emmett…" She said in a breathy voice. Emmett looked down at her with loving eyes, and embraced her in a soft hug.

The vision ended, and I fought to keep down a squeal. Bella noticed, and gave me a weird look. I just smirked at her, and grabbed a piece of paper. Passing notes was always fun.

Bella! I just had a vision!

You seem pretty happy about it. What happened.

You know Allya, right? Well, she's going to be Emmett's you!

I watched Bella's face turn into confusion.

You lost me.

I giggled at her response.

You know how you were the only one that pulled Edward from his loveless shell? Well, Allya's going to do that with Emmett! Ooh, I'm so excited.

I added about fifty different kind of smiley faces and passed it back to Bella, who understood what I meant. She was happy about this vision. She was happy with Emmett, her favourite brother, being unhappy. She missed the old Emmett; everyone does.

When the bell rang, I ran up to Allya.

"Wanna sit with us at lunch again?" I asked giddily. The vision still excited me.

She didn't look at me when she answered. "I'm going to have lunch in the music room, if you don't mind."

My mind flashed back to the vision I had, and I nodded to her. "Okay, well, see you later."

AlPOV

The second the bell rang for lunch, I was out the door. I didn't want to deal with anyone, especially the Cullens, and I decided to go to the music room. Nobody goes there at lunch, so it's been my sanctuary.

The music room was, of course, empty. I went to a cupboard and took out a small case. I opened it, showing my beautiful violin. I smiled and brought it out, along with the bow. I expertly tuned it, and started to warm up. Once I knew I was warmed up and ready, I turned on my recorder, and played.

I didn't know exactly was I was playing, I was improvising. The song was slow, depressing, and filled with pain.

I was reaching the climax of the song, when I heard a sound. I immediately stopped, my eyes widening. I slowly turned to see who it was. My eyes widened more at who was there.

"Emmett…"

AN: Bahahahahah! Cliffhanger, bruhs! Hope you liked it. :