Hey guys srry that it has been forever since I have updated I have had family problems. But everything is good now and I should be updating regularly. Anyway since it has been so long. I have given you all 3 chapters at once. I hope you enjoy.

- bluerose818


Chapter 3

"Bella are you ok?" Alice asked me.

"Yes," I said pushing the memories back as I looked away from his eyes.

"Ok, come on," she says pulling me down the rest of the stairs. They take me over to one of the tables as everyone looks at me. Their expressions varied from shock, to anger, to sinister among other things.

"Don't mind them they just don't know how to act around new people," Alice told me as we sat down.

"No they don't know what to do when not only is she new, but she's the granddaughter of the cop that has been trying to put us all in jail for years. Not to mention she comes from a whole line of cops," Rose said sitting down.

"Rose…." Alice started but I interrupted her.

"No Alice she's right. You are all waiting for me to make my move to flee or call or something. I'm not stupid," I said.

"No you're not Miss. Swan that is why you aren't going to run right?" His velvet voice washed over me and I got goose bumps as I stiffened. I didn't even hear him approach; I always hear when someone approaches me except for …

No stop thinking about him. It isn't him.

"Now why would I run Mr. Cullen I haven't found anything important yet. Besides u wouldn't let me get far even if I did," I stated not chancing a look at him. He came and stood in front of me with four drinks in his hands. He put them on the table and Alice and Rose immediately grabbed two and drank. Edward sat down across from me and pushed the wine glass toward me as he brought his own to his lips. I gulped as I watched his tongue swipe across his lips and then he slowly took a drink when my eyes met his. I instantly looked away. They were too much like …..

"So Isabella go head I promise the drink isn't going to kill you," He said drawing his eyes to the drink in my hand. I took a sip and held in my gasp. He couldn't have known that this is the only alcoholic drink I drink. I swallowed slowly and looked into my drink.

"What makes u think that a strawberry dackery is something I like?" I asked him softly.

"You just seem like the type," he responded giving me a smirk then taking another drink.

"The type? And what pray tell Edward type am I?" I asked glaring at him. He chuckles.

"Well Bella. You are the type who won't take chances. You stick on the safe side of life. So you would obviously only drink a strawberry dackery," he stated. I glared at him

"I resent that Edward Cullen and you are totally wrong. I am a risk taker," I said then took his drink from him and drank his beer until it was gone. It tasted nasty and stung as it slid down my throat, but I did it anyway. I wouldn't let him judge me. Besides if I got drunk then he would stay off my mind and I didn't need to remember. I refused to. He put his elbows on the table and brought his hands together resting his chin on them.

"That was very brave of you Isabella Swan. Didn't think you had it in you. No one messes with the boss, especially his drink." He stated very explicitly. I smiled at him lifting my drink to my mouth. I needed to get the burn from his beer out of my mouth.

"Well Cullen there is a lot I have in me. And last time I checked you aren't my boss," I said emphasizing the you and boss.

"Is that so?"

"Yes," I said as he stood up and came over to me. I watched as he held out his hand to me.

"Well then Swan, dance with me." He stated as Bach's "Awake a voice is calling" ended.

"No. I don't dance. I can't dance," I said as he took the drink out of my hand and pulled me up. I felt the spark again, but put it to the back of my mind.

"Nonsense it is all in the leading tesoro," he whispered I drew in a breath. That is what he always told me when I refused.

No Bella stop thinking about him.

He pulled me out to the dance floor and it wasn't until I had my arms around his neck that I heard the song coming from the speaker. I froze and closed my eyes as the memory from 9 years ago came back.

"Hi Bella" Esme said to me as I came in the door. I use to knock but after a while I became part of the family so I don't have to. Esme is like a second mom to me.

"Hey Ma," I said meeting her in the kitchen.

"How you doin hon?" she asked as she made her famous cookies.

"Good and those smell good," I added. She chuckled as I sat down on the stool at the bar. I watched as she took four off of the pan and put them on a plate.

"Well they just came out so why don't you take some up to Anthony?" she said as my face brightened. I loved Anthony. He was my prince charming. I smiled and giggled as I got down carefully and took the cookies.

"Now be careful and don't drop them like last time." I rolled my eyes at her. I started to leave heading to the stairs when she yelled, "He's in the music room."

I opened the door to the music room to find Anthony siting behind his piano in all his ball headed glory. He looked up when I came in and smiled.

"Hey Anth," I said as I walked toward him.

"Hey," he signed back to me. I had never heard him speak. Esme told me that he isn't mute, but he hasn't talked since the day his parents died. His mom was deaf and that is how he knew to sign. He's been teaching me for the past two years.

I held up the cookies to him. "Your aunt made some cookies for us." He smiled as I held the plate out to him. He grabbed one after saying thank you.

"Don't thank me, thank your aunt," I said. He motioned for me to sit beside him on the bench like always. "So have you come up with a new composition yet?" he shook his head at me telling me no. Anthony was always writing music. He would never let anyone but me hear though. He said I was his muse and when I asked what that meant, He told me that I helped him write his music. We would argue about it all the time because I have no musical abilities. He can become great with his music and I told him so.

After we finished our cookies he started to play softly. Nothing big, just the funny songs like twinkle twinkle little star. We sat there like we usually did in silence just listening to the music. I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. After a while he stops and moves his shoulder to get my attention. I look at him.

"I heard a new song today and learned how to play it a bit u wanna hear?" he signed. I smiled and shook my head yes.

"Of course," I said looking into his green eyes. I loved the color they make me get lost just like Wendy got lost with Peter Pan. He smiles back.

"Ok so it's called "Clair De Lune" by Debussy. He is becoming my new favorite." I gave him a big smile and nodded toward the piano. He starts to play the most beautiful tune I have ever heard him play. I start swaying back and forth and he smiles. He abruptly stops in the middle and presses the button on his electric piano that plays back what was already played. He had to have played it on there before. He got up off the bench and came to my side and held out his hand. I looked up into his beautiful green eyes.

"Dance with me," he mouthed. I looked at him in disbelief and shook my head.

"Anthony no. You know I don't dance, that I can't dance," I said to him worriedly. He shook his head and grabbed my hands pulling me up.

"Nonsense it is all in the leading tesoro," he mouthed to me. "Besides you dance just fine," he added as he moved my hands to his neck and put his around my waist. He always called me that word tesoro and he always refuses to tell me what it means, they all do.

"No I don't. I suck," I stated horrified as he swayed us back and forth. He didn't respond and I ended up putting my head on his shoulder as we did nothing more but sway. When the song ended he didn't let go of me. He signed against my back.

"This will forever be our song bella razzia. I shall never dance it with anyone but you," he pulled back and looked into my eyes. "I promise," he added mouthing. His eyes were hypnotizing me again.

"I promise I will never dance it with anyone but you," I said repeating him and meaning it. He was my prince I would promise him anything. He smiled and kissed my forehead like he always does.

"Isabella? Are you alright?" Edward asked me pulling me from my memories. I looked around and saw everyone looking at me. I looked up into his eyes and removed my hands from his neck.

.

"I'm sorry I can't dance with you especially to this song," and with that I started to walk away.

He isn't here anymore Bella. It doesn't matter.

Yes it does. I will not brake another promise to him, I refuse I knew he was following me and he grabbed my arm stopping me. I looked up into his eyes and saw conflict there. He was about to talk when suddenly doors opened and a voice said, "Dinner is served."

He cleared his face then turned around and walked toward what I assume was the dining room. Alice latched her arm onto mine.

"Come on Bella, food a waits." Food was the last thing on my mind though. What Edward was about to say to me ran through my mind and why he looked so conflicted?

And how does he seem to bring back the memories I forever wanted to forget?

Anthony I wish u were still with me.

A tear slid from my eye.


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