I pulled up to Edward's house using the directions he gave me. He lived in a huge house that was set back in the woods. I took a deep breath and got out of my truck. Edward came out and over to the truck when he heard me slam the door.
"Nice house." I complimented dryly. I still wasn't quite sure why I had agreed to come. I told myself it was because I thought there might be a chance I could find out the truth about why our parents hated each other. In reality, however, it had something more to do with just spending time with Edward.

"Thanks" he said and we walked up the porch steps to the front door. The inside of the house was just as breathtaking as the outside. There was a big, open living room and off to the side I could just make out the kitchen.

"Wow," was the only thing I could think of to say just then. I heard Edward laugh lightly and he came over to take my coat. "So are you ready to work on the project?" I asked. I was trying to keep this just about school and not like an actual date. Although I had to admit the idea of dating Edward sometimes appealed strongly to me.

"Sure." "Do you want something to drink?"

"Yeah thanks, water would be fine." He walked in to the kitchen and I sat down on the couch and got out my notebook and the book we'd chosen to read. Well I'd chosen it and I was hoping he would go along with it. A second later he came out and handed me the water. I noticed he was drinking something red that frighteningly reminded me of blood "what's that?" It was hard for me to keep the disgust out of my voice.

"Fruit punch" he answered laughing at me once again. I rolled my eyes and pushed my unused notebook over to him.

"You have read Wuthering Heights before right?"

"Yeah. That's what you want to do the report on?" That got me angry and I immediately went on the defensive. Wuthering Heights was one of my favorite books.

"Yes and what's wrong with that?" He started to laugh then composed his face.

"Nothing, its fine let's get started." I wasn't convinced and I was still curious to why he seemed so against it at first but I switched my attention over to writing facts down on my notebook. We also had to go on his computer and try to find pictures that we could use to show some of the main occurrences in the book. About an hour later Edward shut the computer down and came over to me since I had moved back over to the couch to start assembling the poster. "Want to take a snack break?"

I bit my lip and eventually put the poster on the table along with all the other supplies. "Sure," I answered avoiding his hand when he tried to place it on my back. We walked into the kitchen and I sat down on a stool and placing my hands on the little table. There was a big table that was in the dining room but the kitchen was big enough that you could fit a small table in there. Probably where the kids would sit if they ever had a party and there wasn't enough room at the big table. Just then the phone rang up in his room and he excused himself and ran to retrieve it. While he was gone I walked back into the living room and observed all the family pictures sitting on the mantle. I picked up one that was of Edward when he was about 2 with spaghetti all over his face. I smiled and went to sit on the couch but when I turned my leg twisted. The picture flew out of my hand and I tumbled to the floor. Quickly I got up and moved over to collect all the pieces of glass and grab the picture. That's when I saw that there was actually another picture in the frame besides the one of Edward. Gently I placed the broken shards on the coffee table and picked up the hidden picture. I gasped and dropped the pictured back to the floor. It was my mom but she was laughing and had her arm wrapped romantically around Edward's father Carlisle and he was leaned over kissing her neck. That didn't make any sense; I thought my mom and dad hated the Cullens. Unless they used to be friends and something happened to break up the friendship. Except my dad wasn't in it and neither was Edward's mom and the way they were wrapped around each other the way lovers would be. None of this made sense. Had my mother cheated on my dad with Carlisle and that's why they hated each other and the same with Edward's mom and my mom? No, that couldn't be true. My parents loved each other. Suddenly I felt very sick and I didn't want to be in this house any more. I knew I shouldn't have come. This was all just some crazy mix up. Maybe I was hallucinating, maybe I when I fell I'd actually fell on my head and this was all just a trick of my imagination. As fast as I could I grabbed all the broken pieces and threw them in the trash in the kitchen. I picked up the picture of Edward with food on his face and just leaned it up against one of the other pictures in frames. Before I could better of it I grabbed the picture of my mom and Carlisle and shoved it in my pocket. As I was about to flee to my truck Edward came down the stairs.
"Is everything ok, I thought I heard you fall?"

I bit the inside of my lip to keep back the tears that I knew wanted to fall. "Yeah I'm ok I just got a call from home, I need to come home now." I didn't even give him a chance to respond I just picked up the poster and supplies and headed straight for the door. I knew Edward was following me but I didn't care I just pretended I didn't even notice. I threw the stuff in the back without thinking then opened my door to get in.
Edward looked thoroughly confused and I would have felt bad if I didn't already feel like throwing up. "Do you want to meet up tomorrow to finish this? We can meet at the library if you want."

I turned to him and just stared at him trying to think of a way to say no without sounding rude. "No that's ok I'll finish it by myself." Then I just hit reverse and got out of there faster than I would have normally gone. In my rearview mirror I could see Edward's perplexed expression but I just moved my eyes back to the road. At this point I couldn't fight it anymore and just let the tears flow. By the time I pulled into my driveway my whole face was soaked with my tears. I tore in the house and flew up the stairs. I fell on my bed and sobbed miserably until I was too exhausted to cry anymore and fell asleep. Of all the things I thought could be the reason behind our families disliking each other so much I never dreamed it could be something like this. How could I ever look at my mom the same again?