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I shut my eyes for a very long time before I was able to stand up straight again. I knew I should at least read the magazine, and have some idea of the reason why they would publish a cover of Edward accusing him of being a murderer, but I couldn't do it. I either wanted to hear it from him, or I didn't want to hear it at all.

The way I saw things, I had two options. One, I could stay here in this room, lock the door, and not get on the plane. I would probably never see him again, and I could just call Charlie and make up some excuse about missing my flight, problem solved. Two, I could buck up, march out into the airport and find him, push him up against a wall, and make him tell me what the hell was going on. But at this very moment, neither of those sounded good. Well, the throwing him against the wall part did sound quite enticing…

I sat on the ground, starring at the upside down magazine that was now halfway across the room. I knew I didn't have much time before Edward would send Benjamin looking for me. They both knew I was in here, and it would be only minutes before one of them realized I wasn't sitting in the loading area waiting for our flight.

I took out my phone and dialed a number I should have called a long time ago. Jacob.

At least he can talk some sense into me.

"Hey you!" He answered on the first ring, and I had to take a deep breath before I could say anything back. It was so good to hear his voice.

"Jake, I need…. I miss you."

"Okay, you have only been gone for a few hours, is something wrong?" I could hear Charlie in the background asking Jake who he was talking to.

"Jacob Black! Are you at my house?" He and Charlie were like brothers, I swear. We might as well have adopted him.

He covered the phone with his hand, as if I couldn't still hear him. "Charlie, it's Bella, I'm going to be outside for a few." I heard him close the door and walk out into my backyard and I knew it was safe to talk.

"What are you doing at my house Jake?"

"You have the best flat screen on our block, and the Tigers are playing today, season opener. Plus, when you left I couldn't just go home. I was so bummed out."

"Got it." I sounded so monotone. "I'm sure Charlie told you, I'm still at the airport."

"I'm outside now, so spill it, Bells. I know you don't miss me yet, and I can hear it in your voice. You're upset about something."

Damn you Jacob for knowing me so well.

"Before I do, I have to swear you to secrecy. If Charlie finds out about any of this I might be back home, locked up in my room by tomorrow." I meant every word. My dad would kill me.

"Okay now you're worrying me. I won't tell anyone, let's hear it."

Here we go.

"Okay, well first, do you know who Edward Cullen is?"

Jake was silent for a few seconds. "Just what I've seen on TV. He's all over the evening news along with his father, why?"

"I need to know everything you know about him, please, and hurry. I'll explain why after. It's important."

"What? You have a homework assignment already? College really does suck balls."

"Inappropriate! And cut the crap Jake, I'm dead serious"

"Okay well you know what Alec is, right?"

Other than the fact that it was written on Edwards credit card, no.

"Not really, Jake. It sounds familiar though."

"Okay well I'll try to explain it simply then. Alec is a company based out of Seattle, but it's like a super power. They own several huge computer and car companies in the U.S, as well has having their hands in a bunch of other things. Basically, they own everything by purchasing companies and allowing them to still run on their own, but overseeing their operations. Make sense?"

"Yeah, I understand that." Edward wasn't kidding about being rich, then, if he works for them.

"Well Aro Alec was the CEO of that company. He was a multi billionaire, and he was murdered so they point the finger at the person who was set to take over the company. I guess it was supposed to be Carlisle Cullen, but when they opened up his financial will & testament, he left the company to Edward, who is Carlisle's son. I don't know if they killed him, but it just doesn't look good, you know? That's really all I know, Bella."

I didn't say anything for awhile. It wasn't as bad as I thought. At least they weren't sure Edward was involved. I guess that was a good thing.

"Thanks Jake. I haven't exactly been around the television lately."

"Great. Now it's your turn. Why are you so curious, and why do you sound like hell?"

Just let it out Swan, he'll find out eventually.

"He's sitting next to me on the plane, Jake. Well he was, before we landed."

And I wouldn't be surprised if he busted into this room at any second.

"Are you SERIOUS Bella? Well shit, I mean, just don't talk to him. I'm surprised he doesn't have a jet, or doesn't sit in first class."

"Yeah, there was a mix-up and I'm in first class with him. Listen, I gotta go. I need to go find him and figure all of this out."

"What do you mean find him? Bella don't talk to this guy. He could be dangerous.

"It's kind of too late for that Jake. We hung out during the flight delay..."

"BELLA do you realize you could end up in the middle of a murder case? I have to tell Charlie, we have to get you off that second flight. This is ridic-…"

He was yelling into the phone, and I had to pull it away from my ear so I didn't receive any permanent damage. Maybe I shouldn't have called Jake…

I hung up on him, which was a terrible idea, but I knew he wouldn't tell Charlie. Not yet, anyways. Jake was nothing if not loyal, and he knew I was capable of taking care of myself. I turned my phone off and slipped it into my bag.

Now what? I had exactly 20 minutes before I had to board the plane, and I would be stuck sitting with him again. I was scared to leave the room because of what Benjamin said about being recognized. Even more so, I was scared to see Edward. I couldn't believe he was capable of killing someone, but I also had only known him for a couple hours.

I was trying to pull myself together enough to open the door to the airport when my phone rang. Damnit, I thought I turned that thing off.

After about four rings, I found my phone, and it was off, but I heard the ringing still. I dumped out the contents of my bag and found another phone in my bag, an iPhone.

You have got to be kidding me. Of course the number was blocked. I had no idea how to answer this thing, it was so much more advanced than my old phone. I finally found the arrow that said 'slide to answer'. "Hello?"

"Do you always answer random phones, Isabella?" Holy crow, it was him.

I wanted to yell. I couldn't even bring myself to speak. I was shaking my head 'no' as if he could actually see me.

"Not in the mood to talk? That's fine. Where are you?"

Be cool Swan, don't let him know what you found out, just yet.

"I'm almost ready to go. Don't even think about getting in my way. I'm getting on that plane if I have to knock you out to do it."

"You're not getting on that plane unless I say so. Tell me where you are." He sounded like he was running around looking for me.

"I'm still in my changing room by the customer service counter, and thanks to you I don't have any shoes."

He laughed. "Yes you do. I took the liberty of packing your sneakers back in your suitcase."

Oh. My suitcase? "How the hell did you get in my suitcase? You know what, never mind. I don't even want to know."

"Why so bitter? It's not like I looked at your panties." I could tell he was smiling.

"Whatever, Edward. I'll see you in a few minutes."

I started to remind myself how angry I was. I was angry because of all the details about him I didn't know, and angry because I had never been so naïve before. I should have listened to Charlie when he told me to always pay attention to the news. Regardless, I was going to have to face him. In stilettos, jeans, and an oversized Seattle t shirt, great.

I let my hair down, knotted my t shirt with the rubber band, put on my ray bans and reached for the door knob. I tried turning it and it wouldn't go.

Something must have been wrong. I turned it left and right and finally I figured out that it was locked. There was a slot for a key, but of course I didn't have it.

Damnit. If he had me locked in here I swear I will detach his sausage with my bare hands. How the hell am I supposed to get out?

I was so irritated I started screaming my thoughts out loud. "WHAT about my flight?"

*Ringggggg*

It was the phone again. The mystery phone, with the mystery man on the other end.

He's going down. I slid the arrow over to answer it.

"Edward CULLEN if you locked me in this room so help me god. My father is a sheriff and I will have you arr-"

"Miss Swan, this is Benjamin." Ben interrupted my tirade.

"BEN! Hey! Why am I locked in here?"

"I was instructed to call and inform you not to panic, and that is all. Goodbye."

Typical move. Say your piece and run. Just like Edward.

I was going to miss my flight, no doubt about that. I wanted to punch the door and kick and scream, but I was going to pull it together and get to Seattle. I didn't care what I had to do. This was the first time I was out on my own, and I wasn't about to let some random guy ruin my independence. I couldn't tell Charlie I needed another plane ticket. I paced around the room. The nerve of this man!

I sat on the countertop counted the ceiling tiles on in the bathroom. Did I already mention how excellent my iPod's timing was on dying on me today? It wasn't long before I was rocking back and forth, trying to hold myself together. This was just too much.

"Isabella?" I heard a velvet voice call to me. I looked up, and there he was. Still in his suit, jingling a set of keys in front of my face, smiling.

"HOLY crow! How he hell did you get in here?" My face must have been amusing because Edward's grinned widened and he chuckled at me. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Do you find this to be funny, Edward? You locked me in a room for Christ sakes. That's called kidnapping, holding someone against their own will. My dad's a cop. I can have you arrested."

"Don't be so angry. It was for your own good. I saw some g-"

"Just stop it." I held my hand up to him to stop his excuses. "I'm now stuck here in this stupid airport. Let me out of this room or I will not think twice about telling every member of security what you've done."

He smirked again.

"The insane kidnapping, dress shopping and all these things being forced upon me were enough to give me a heart attack, and now you made me miss my flight." This time I was seriously pissed. "So if you don't mind, Mr. Cullen, I would like to leave this room now so I can call my father, book another flight, and get on with my life."

He just stood there and starred at me for what felt like a full five minutes. Oh god. He actually looks sad. That's impossible.

"You're always free to go, Isabella." Yeah that's why you locked me in a room.

"Okay then. Good. Now move." Edward moved to the side and opened the door for me. He looked genuinely sad to watch me go, and I had to channel my anger in order ignore him. Why did I give a shit about this man? He's been nothing but trouble.

I stepped out into the airport and heard the door close behind me. I wondered what he going to do in there. Who cares. I needed to find customer service and get another flight.

The woman at the desk was paying no attention to anything and looked like she hated her job. I cleared my throat to get her to look at me.

"What can I help you with, mam?"

"Hi. Um, I missed my connecting flight to Seattle, and I'm not really sure what to do."

"The flight from Detroit? The layover was almost 2 hours. Did you fall asleep somewhere?"

"Not exactly." You see, this gorgeous man in sunglass kidnapped me... I tried to think of anything I could say to save my ass, but came up short.

"I just... I just missed it." My bottom lip started to quiver. Really, Swan? Are you actually going to cry?

I felt so defeated. I should have never even spoke to Edward. Now I was stuck in North Dakota. "If I call my dad, he'll kill me", I said in between sniffles.

By now I had attracted the attention of all the people behind the counter. The woman looked over my information as if she sees sob stories like mine on a daily basis.

"Well, Miss Swan, do you want the good news first or the bad news?" I wiped my eyes with the bottom of my t shirt. "I just want to know my options, please."

I never cried in front of people.

"The good news, is that there is a flight to Seattle departing at midnight. The bad news is there is no way I can give it to you for free, but I can talk to my manager and see if we can't work out a deal." How is that good news? It's only seven o clock. I'll have to avoid Edward for 5 whole hours.

After going and speaking with another man behind the counter, she told me I could get on the flight for one hundred dollars. It was obvious she was doing all she could for me. "Thank you, I'll see what I can do about the money and I'll be back."

She printed me some information and I was free to roam... for five whole hours. I needed to find somewhere I could be alone and somewhat inconspicuous, and find a way to get one hundred dollars. I had the money, but if I used my bank account, Charlie would see it. For some reason he insisted he still be on my account, even though I was moving out on my own.

I stood there for a second watching the people. I had no idea how I was going to get the money, but I had to go somewhere. I decided to go to the other side of the airport, and sit in the lobby for a completely different flight departure. I figured he would never find me here, or at least not easily. Of course the place I sat down was full of people going to Las Vegas. How the hell did they end up in North Dakota? What a buzz kill.

I felt something vibrate in my bag. I took out my cell phone, but it was off. I hit the power button since I was going to have to find someone in my contacts that would loan me money. The iPhone kept buzzing.

I pulled it out to turn it off and noticed I had a new e-mail.

I stuck the phone back in my bag. There was no way in hell I was going to read it. I decided I needed to just take a moment to breathe before I started calling anyone I knew who might help me. I closed my eyes and let my head hang back.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. He really wasn't going to quit, was he? I took the iPhone back out, only to discover I had no idea how to turn it off. I finally gave in decided to read the message.

This should be interesting.

To: iPhoneIsabella

From: iPhoneEdward

Subject: Bad Idea

08/28/2010 19:19

Isabella,

You shouldn't sleep here in the airport. Anyone could steal your bag, or worse. Since this is my fault I would be willing to get you a hotel room, if you wish to sleep.

P.S. I saw the magazine in your changing room. You have to let me explain.

Edward

Alec INC.

IPhoneIsabella? Seriously? He could have been a little more creative. Wait…how did he know I was sleeping? Holy crow, he was watching me? I looked everywhere, but I couldn't see him. I should have just ignored the e-mail, but I was way too pissed off.

To: iPhoneEdward

From: iPhoneIsabella

Subject: RE: Bad Idea

08/28/2010

19:22

Edward,

The only person who frightens me is you, and you solidified that fear by locking me in a room. You couldn't pay me to go to a hotel room with you. I've had enough. I swear I will leave this phone on the seat and run away screaming bloody murder. I don't want to know anything else about the magazine. Like I said, I'm done.

Bella

He could be totally innocent, I had no idea, but I couldn't risk it. Not out here in an airport in the middle of nowhere all by myself. I took out my own cell phone and put it next to the other one. It was like putting a donkey next to an Aston Martin Vanquish. The sound of the iPhone buzzing on the plastic chair was almost as annoying as the fact that I had another e-mail from him.

To: iPhoneIsabella

From: iPhoneEdward

Subject: Also a bad idea

08/28/2010

19:27

Isabella,

You know, five hours is a very long time to sit there. Since this is my fault, I'll offer one last form of apology. My companies private Jet is almost ready, and I'd like to fly you to Seattle. Once on the plane, you can give me a chance to explain, or you can sit by yourself and I won't bother you... Or you can sit there in the airport all night and try explaining to your father why it took you so long to get to Seattle. Just saying. Let me know, we don't have much time.

P.S. I would never pay you to go to a hotel. I believe that's called prostitution.

Edward

Alec INC

He has a JET? Who the hell has a Jet? I couldn't think about anything else besides the fact that the man owned an airplane. I know Jake said he was taking over a multi-billion dollar corporation, but I just couldn't wrap my mind around it.

I wanted to call Jake, but he probably wouldn't answer. I'm sure he was blowing up the phone in my new dorm room, trying to make sure I was okay. I could only hope he wasn't stupid enough to mention this to Charlie.

I needed to make a decision, and make it quick. I could fly there with him, and risk Charlie finding out. Or, I could sit here, try to find someone I knew who would loan me money, and still risk Charlie finding out.

Argh!

I needed to ask Edward some questions.

To: iPhoneEdward

From: iPhoneIsabella

Subject: RE: Also a bad idea

08/28/2010

19:32

Edward,

I'm considering your offer, but I would like to speak to your pilot, first. I want to make sure you are taking me to Seattle, and no where else. Also, if I let you do this, I want to know why you are being looked at for a murder case, and why you are taking time to bother me. My friend explained why you are on the news. I don't know anything about you, but the fact that you basically kidnapped me, locked me in a room and forced me to miss my plane doesn't look good. Just because you are rich and handsome doesn't mean you can manipulate women. Especially not me.

Bella

He answered almost immediately.

To: iPhoneIsabella

From: iPhoneEdward

Subject: (No subject)

08/28/2010

19:34

Isabella,

I need time with you to explain things, but I am protecting you. You have to trust me. There are things you don't know. It's not safe for me to discuss this in e-mail. Are you coming with me, or not? I am sending Benjamin over with your bag. You need to make a choice right now, and coming with me is the right one.

Edward

ALEC Inc.

I heard someone cough right in front of me, and I yelled out.

"Holy shit!" Ben was standing right in front of me, with my suitcase.

"Good evening, Miss Swan." He looked nervous.

"Sorry, Ben. You scared the living daylights out of me." He gave me a heart attack, but I was happy to see a familiar face.

"I'm very sorry, but we have to go now. It's very important that we get to the jet."

I knew I had to make up my mind, but I needed reassurance, and for some reason I felt like I could trust this man.

"Ben I have to ask you something. I want you to be completely honest with me, and then we can go."

"Sure, Miss. What is it?"

I took a deep breath. "Will I be safe on this flight? With Edward, I mean?"

Ben's eyes shot all around us, as if to make sure no one heard me. "Of course. You have my word." I stood up, and nodded at Ben. He took my bags for me and led me to the end of the airport, into an elevator.

Great Swan, get into an elevator with a random man. How many times today will you make this mistake?

When we got to the ground floor, the doors opened right onto the cement. It was freezing outside and I immediately started rubbing my arms, trying to get rid of the Goosebumps. A man with a neon orange jacket drove up in a golf cart with a garment bag. He nodded at Ben, looked at my shoes and got into the elevator leading back up to the airport. Damn Stilettos. People probably though I was crazy. Ben unzipped the garment bag and tossed me a black North Face jacket.

"This jacket is from Mr. Cullen. We have to drive the cart out to the runway, and it's going to be a little chilly. My apologies." I was too cold to speak, but I took the jacket willingly. It was really nice, and it warmed me up almost instantly. When did he have time to buy me a jacket?

I helped Ben put my suitcase into the back of the cart, and off we went. We had to drive rather slow, and stop every so often to let a plane pass, so it was taking a bit of time to get to wherever we were going. I took out my cell phone, and there were almost twenty missed calls from Charlie, and fifteen from Jake.

I turned my phone back off, and took out the iPhone. There was nothing from Edward, but I figured I should let him know I was on my way.

To: iPhoneEdward

From: iPhoneIsabella

Subject: On my way

08/28/2010

20:01

Edward,

Just wanted to let you know I'm sitting in a golf cart, in a black jacket, on my way to your plane. You have some serious explaining to do.

Bella

I wondered if I could check my real email from this thing. It was all high tech and unfamiliar, but I pressed the little globe and hoped it was the internet. I knew I had hit the jackpot when Google came up. I typed 'Gmail' into the address bar, and put in my username and password.

8 new emails? Did someone die?

The first one was from Charlie. He was obviously trying to get a hold of me, being that the title was "OPEN IMMEDIATELY". He must know the truth. I would kill Jake later for telling him. I clicked on the e-mail and braced myself for Charlie-the-Sherrif type discipline.

To: Bella Swan

From: Charlie Swan

Subject: OPEN IMMEDIATELY

08/28/2010

18:01

ISABELLA MARIE SWAN. I NEED to speak to you NOW. It's VERY IMPORTANT. I've been calling your phone all day. PLEASE call me if you see this.

Love,

Dad

Not as bad as I expected. He was obviously mad, but he sounded more concerned. I would have to deal with Charlie once I got to Seattle. First, I had to deal with Edward.

"Alright, Miss Swan. We're here" Ben brought the cart to a stop and I almost got whip lash. These things sure didn't have the best brakes. I used my right arm to launch myself onto the ground, and swung my bag over my shoulder. When I turned to face the plane, my mouth almost fell to the ground.

I thought the plane was going to be small. Maybe big enough for a few people, but no. It was full-size. In fact, I'm pretty sure it was larger than the plane I was on when I flew here. Damn.

It was beautiful, and there was that name again, 'ALEC', written in large silver block letters on the side of the plane. I was going to have to ask Edward to tell me more about the company.

Ben pulled out his phone and talked in that super quiet voice again. It bothered me that he didn't want me to hear what he was saying. As soon as he hung up, the planes door opened, and the stairs came down onto the ground.

"You can leave your suitcase with me and board the plane, Miss Swan." Ben took my suitcase and started walking towards more men in neon orange jackets. "I'll be on board with you shortly. Mr. Cullen is inside." Oh, thanks. Leave me alone to ascend the staircase of doom.

I took a few breaths and walked up the stairs. The first thing I noticed was the cockpit. It wasn't like a normal plane. It was sleek and modern and oddly simple looking. I was used to seeing commercial planes with millions of tiny buttons and screens with green writing. The pit had a tan interior, with 3 big touch screens, and one other lever. It was very nice.

A man in a white suit came out of a small door. He was wearing big headphones so I assumed he was the pilot.

"Ahh, you must be Isabella. My name is Marcus, I fly this thing." He reached out to shake my hand. "You can call me Bella." I held out my hand to return the gesture.

"Mr. Cullen was right, you are a beautiful!" I felt my cheeks get warm. Edward thought I was beautiful?

"Thank you, Marcus. We are going to Seattle, right?" He was probably going to think it was a stupid question, but I had to ask.

"Yes, we're going to Seattle. I just have a couple more tests to run, and we'll be ready for take off." He winked at me. "If there is anything you need, Jessica is right through the next door. We have a full food and wine menu. Don't be shy."

I said thank you to Marcus, and made my way through the first door. It was obviously some sort of kitchen area, and the room smelled like homemade bread. My stomach responded to the smell with a loud rumble. I didn't see anyone, so I kept moving. I figured I was getting close to where Edward was, and it made me nervous.

I opened the door to the cabin and walked right into a tall brown haired girl in uniform. I stumbled inside and turned back towards the door to face her.

"Oh I am so sorry miss! Are you okay?" She looked terrified, like someone was going to punish her for running into me.

"No no, it's totally my fault. I should have knocked." I held my arm out to shake her hand and smiled. "I'm Bella. You must be Jessica?"

"Yes, that's right. I'm the flight attendant here. Would you like something to eat or drink?" I was thirsty, but I couldn't think of anything that sounded particularily great.

"She'll have what I'm having. Thank you, Jessica." There it was, the voice. His voice. I had to turn around and face him.

Jessica left the room rather quickly. I turned around and let out an audible gasp. Edward looked breathtaking, not that it was unusual for him. He was leaning up against another doorway wearing dark khaki linen pants, a dark blue v-neck tshirt that showed all his muscles, and tan colored loafers. He was obviously going for comfort, but he looked sexy as all hell.

No Bella, don't get distracted. You're mad at him, remember?

"So, you think I'm handsome, Isabella?" Is that a rhetorical question?

"Excuse me?"

"In your second to last e-mail, you said I couldn't manipulate you, just because I was handsome."

Oh shit, I did say that, didn't I? I had already spent enough time being embarrassed today. "I did say that, yes. What's your point?"

He looked somewhat shocked by my attitude. I couldn't imagine why. He smiled. "I just wanted to make sure I read that right."

Jessica came back into the room with a bottle of white wine, and an extra glass for me. The bottle looked identical to the one from the restaurant earlier, and I got excited. That was some damn good wine. She handed me a glass full, poured some for Edward, and made her way back to the kitchen. I chugged it. I was so parched, and I hadn't had anything to drink in hours.

"Jesus, Isabella, slow down. I don't want to be responsible for a drunk girl when we land."

I walked over near him and re-filled my glass. "Then you better start talking. You've got to give me some answers." I walked back over by the kitchen door and tried to fold my arms over my chest. It wasn't very effective considering I was holding a glass of wine.

He started walking towards me slowly.

"Yes….No… to get to the other side…."

"Edward! Seriously!" I warned, but he became more amused.

"1.722..."

"I don't want to know what the square root of pi is!" I was actually starting to feel calm, and he had the nerve to go and piss me off again.

"You knew that?" He looked genuinely surprised. I didn't know if I should be offended by that or not.

"That's enough, seriously. I need you to promise me you'll answer my questions, or I'm getting off this plane." I wasn't kidding. I would rather face Charlie at this point.

Edward rolled his eyes. "You're no fun. Come on, let's go." He opened the door to another area, and waved his hand in front of the door.

"That's not your bedroom, is it?"

He busted out laughing. "There are several rooms back here, including my bedroom, but we don't need to go in there." As soon as I walked into the room the lights came on automatically. It was a huge living room with tan leather couches, and black and aqua blue accents. Like all the other rooms I saw so far, it was beautiful.

"I brought you in here because Jessica won't come this far back into the plane, so we can talk, and no one will bother us. Where would you like to sit?"

I chose a loveseat on purpose, and put my feet up so he couldn't sit next to me.

"I'd like to put my feet up, if you don't mind. I've been trucking around in some very uncomfortable shoes today." He didn't react to that at all. He sat across from me, and sat the same way, with his feet at the opposite end. I came to the conclusion that men shouldn't be allowed to wear linen pants. I felt like I could see his whole package.

"Did you enjoy using your new phone?" Really? Can't we just get to the point?

"It was alright. I checked my personal e-mail. It was easier than I thought."

Edward nearly choked on his wine. "Did you have any?"

"Why?"

"Just tell me." Why did he care if I had e-mail?

"Uh.. I had one from Charlie, my dad. Why are you so nosey?"

His face turned completely white. "What did it say?" He took another drink of wine.

"Well, he's mad at me. I'm guessing my friend Jake told him I was with you, and not in Seattle."

"FUCK." He stood up and started pacing. "Why did you tell anyone you were with me?"

"Because I was locked in a room, Edward! You left me there! I didn't know what to do, so I called my friend. Don't you dare turn this around on me."

He took a couple deep breaths, sat back down on the couch, and closed his eyes for a minute. When he opened them, it was like two green lasers starring right at me. His eyes were piercing green, and he was angry.

"I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you, just the situation. Nothing that happened today was a coincidence, Isabella. You were meant to run into me, and there are reasons why I wanted you to fly with me. Reasons other than my attraction to you."

My cheeks were blazing hot. Really Swan? How could you be blushing at a time like this? I was pretty sure he didn't even notice.

"What does this have to do with the e-mail from my dad?" I couldn't handle anymore surprises.

"It's nothing. Just drop it."

I stood up. I wasn't going to have it. "Oh right. That's why you looked like a ghost when you thought I had spoken to my dad.. I thought I was here to get answers, not be burdened by more of your lies."

He stood up and looked me in the eyes. "I didn't kill anyone, if that's what you think. I could never do that."

"What do you want with me, Edward?"

"I was asked to find you."

I had had enough with the cryptic, meaningless answers. I picked up my bag, slipped back into my shoes and headed for the door. "I can't deal with this. I thought I could, but you won't tell me anything that means something. You are wasting my time."

"Please don't go, Isabella. This is just as hard for me as it is for you."

"That's bullshit. I can't deal with you." I started walking towards the door and he grabbed my hand.

"Don't touch me." I tried to pull my hand back, but he kept a firm hold, not letting me go.

"You have to listen to me. You can't go back to the airport, there will be reporters and cameras and-"

"I refuse to listen to another word you say! You kidnapped me, then I find out you may have killed someone, now you are claiming to know something about my father! This is ridic-"

"He's not your father, Bella!"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, time seemed to freeze around me, and my fingers lost their grip, causing me to drop my wine glass

I heard the glass shatter but I didn't care.

I stood there starring at eye level with Edwards chest for what felt like an eternity. I couldn't register the words he had just said. I heard them, but I didn't understand.

"Wh…" I started shaking. "What are you talking about?"

My voice was barely a whisper. He put his hands on my upper arms and squeezed gently, as if to comfort me and keep me standing all at the same time.

"My boss was your real father, Bella."

"NO. That's not… it can't be possible." I grabbed onto Edwards shirt for dear life. I felt my whole world coming apart beneath me, and I could barely stand.

I looked him right in the eyes. Tears were forming and I could hardly see him.

"How do you know this? If you are lying to me, so help me god."

"I'm not lying to you, Bella." He took his hand off one of my arms and moved the hair out of my face. "I have your birth certificate in my pocket, when you're ready."

I backed away from him. "You have it? How did you get that? Give it to me!"

"I'll leave it on the table, Bella. You're probably going to want some time to yourself."

I saw him take the cardboard folder out of his pocket and set it on the table. I saw 'Seattle Grace Hospital' written on the front.

This CAN'T be real.

"I'm going to be right in the next room, if you need me." He closed the door behind him, but I couldn't move.

I had so many things running through my mind. I didn't believe this for even one second. If Charlie wasn't my father, did that mean my mother wasn't really my mother? Just the thought of her brought my held-back tears to a sob. I kicked my shoes off and sat down on the couch by the table where Edward had left the folder.

I didn't want to, but I had to look.

My hands were shaking but I somehow managed to get the folder open, and unfold the document. It was a real birth certificate. MY birth certificate.

I had to calm down and dry my eyes so I could read.

Child's first name: Isabella

Middle name: Marie

Last name: Alec

Sex: Female

This birth: Twin

TWIN? My breathing hitched, and got faster with every line I read.

I saw my birthday, my place of birth, my doctors name.

It was getting harder to read. I felt dizzy.

Full name of Father: ….Aro …Alec

Maiden ….name of …Mother: Kate Kachiri

The last thing I remembered was seeing Edward running towards me, and blacking out as

my head hit the floor.

Holy Bombshell. Can you imagine finding out you had a Twin, and a different family all in one day?

I think Bella might never wake up!

I promise the next update will come sooner ;-)

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Love,

MonGee