We're the Cullens
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Emmett: *crossing his arms over his chest and looking at me*
Me: What?
Emmett: Edward's a dick. Why would he do that? I can hit him right now.
Me: *rolling my eyes* Would you relax! He's just acting that way because he likes her way too much. Something with the past.
Emmett: *looking skeptical* Are you sure? Because I don't think anything can happen of him.
Me: Something might happen in this chapter that can change the entire story. You don't mind a long chapter do you?
Emmett: Fuck no! As long as it's interesting, and has both POVs.
Me: I promise I have both POVs. *crossing over my heart*
Emmett: *fist pumps in the air*
Me: Didn't you notice something?
Emmett: What?
Me: I mentioned you in the story.
Emmett: You did? *scratching his head*
Me: Uh-huh. You're his older brother.
Emmett: Fuck yeah! That means I bullied him as kids. I love it. *grins widely*
Me: Don't talk about bullying my Edward. I can still make you his grandfather. *looking confident*
Emmett: *groans* Fine. Am I mentioned in this chapter?
Me: Maybe, next one! *winks*
Emmett: *pouts* I hate you.
Me: I love you too.
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Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns it all.
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I was jolted awake by an ear-piercing scream coming from across the hallway. Then there was silence and after a few seconds I heard sobs.
Was Edward Cullen crying? I would love to knock on his door and see that. Even with my hazy mind I can still get happy at the prospect of Edward Cullen crying. I have no idea why I hate that man so much.
I looked over at my nightstand to see it was 3:00 in the morning. I groaned into my pillow and turned over to my right side and discovered that there is no mattress.
That is because the bed ends right where I was asleep. I fell on the floor with a loud thump. Hello floor, we meet again.
'Fuck.' I exclaimed as I rubbed my forehead. It'll probably leave a bruise by morning. Oh wait, it's already 3, possibly in the next 4 hours then.
I stood up wobbly hitting my toe in the process. After standing there in silence for a minute to gather my thoughts I heard the cries again.
Wait a minute. I think it's a woman. Why is a woman crying in his apartment? Why did she scream? Is it a woman or is Edward Cullen crying? Maybe he cries like a girl.
I mean I have never seen a man or boy cry since 5th grade. I went over to the nightstand and drank some water from the glass when realization hit me and the glass fell on the floor breaking into millions of pieces.
I gasped. What if he is hitting a woman? Abusing or in the worst case scenario raping her? I don't think Edward Cullen would do that. Would he? I mean I don't know what work he does nor have I seen any of his family member enter his apartment.
I carefully sidestepped the glass and went over to my closet. I removed the baseball bat, my dad gifted me when I was 14 and held it tightly in my hand.
I turned the knob of my main door slowly to ensure not much noise is made and stepped in the hallway. I could hear soft cries and nothing else. Edward Cullen, I'm going to bruise you badly.
Just then two things happened. The lightening thundered loudly outside and the lights in the hallway went off. This time not only did the voice at Cullen's place screamed, I did too.
I had to be strong for the girl in the there. Before I could pound on his door, the door opened revealing a very tired looking Edward Cullen. His hair was even messier than usual, his mouth was pressed in a grim line. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, still managing to look like a Greek god.
I tightened my hold on the baseball bat ready to pound on him, when I saw something or someone I forgot to notice behind him.
The baseball bat slipped from my hands landing on my right leg. Shit, never expected this in my wildest dreams.
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Two nights ago…
Bella
I stood there frozen, contemplating what just happened two seconds ago. Did I just have an almost kiss with the ass of a neighbor I have? I think I did.
By the way, they didn't accept your manuscript. The words kept repeating in my head, in the soft velvety voice of Edward Cullen.
I went inside my apartment, and went straight to my bedroom. I sat on the bed and opened the already opened envelope.
I read through the letter carefully. Yep, didn't accept it. I'm officially screwed.
I have money in my bank accounts but they can barely keep me surviving for months. The job at restaurant doesn't pay much and don't get me started on the tips.
I just need some alone time to write my perfect book. I can't keep juggling between my job and writing a book.
I have to quit the job then but, I need money! Mr. Newman already called about my rent due for two months. I can't ask Angela for money, she's already done so much for me.
I can work this week and get the full salary, the month is about to end anyway. That way I can survive for the next three months without a job, on my inherited next-to-nothing money and the restaurant's.
I wasn't hungry anymore, I heard the doorbell ring outside. The jerk ordered take-out again. Seriously, I'm sure he can't cook. At all.
I changed into my PJs and called Angela.
'Hey Ang.' I greeted her as soon as she picked up the phone.
'Bella! Guess what? Ben's taking me Vermont to celebrate our three-year anniversary!' Angela told me excitedly.
'That's great!' I tried to sound as enthusiastic as I could.
'I know! I had no idea he was planning on it!.' She gushed. I didn't want to ruin her mood.
'When are you leaving anyway?' I squeaked.
'Thursday, we decided to start the weekend early.' She told me.
'Yeah um, you should get time to yourselves too. With the restaurant and um everything.' I told her having no idea what I was talking. My mind was trying to come up with anything to not tell what I'm going to.
'That too.' Angela said. 'Hey, what was your call about, I completely forgot.' She chuckled lightly.
'It's nothing, eh, we'll talk about it tomorrow.' I tried to ignore the conversation that I had initially called for. Stupid Bella.
'Bella, tell me what is it?' she asked persuasively. Demanding, little thing.
'I want to quit the job.' I blurted and put my hand on my mouth. Shit, I wasn't supposed to tell her. Damn you, mouth filter.
There was a long pause, so long I thought she had hung up.
'Okay. Do you have a reason to?' Angela asked surprisingly calm.
'Um yeah. I thought maybe if I just concentrate on writing my book for a few months, I can possibly write a book that is accepted.' I joked pathetically.
'Didn't they accept your manuscript? I thought it was great!' Angela said supportively. I rolled my eyes.
'Sure it was. That's why they liked it so much, they rejected. Saying it was too good to be published.' I told sarcastically.
'Hey, keep your smart mouth to yourself.' Angela said with mock anger.
'Anyway, I thought I'd come by till Sunday. The month ends anyway.' I told her, as a way of explanation.
'Whatever you want Bells. But, are you sure you want to quit? I can lend you so-' I cut her off.
'No Ang. You've already done so much for me. I promise I'll be fine.' I said with finality. I heard a long sigh from the other end.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner. Did I just win an argument with Angela Weber? I think I did.
'I know, you'll be fine. I'm just worried about you.' She said defending herself.
'You don't have to worry about anything. How about you start packing for the trip you're having. Maybe you don't have to pack too many clothes you know.' I teased and I'm sure she's blushing right now.
'Goodnight Bella. Go to sleep.' Angela said before I could make any further comments.
'Night Ang. I love you.' I said getting under the covers myself.
'Love you too Bells.' She said and hung up the phone.
I sighed and closed my eyes ready to fall asleep. I guess my mind wasn't. Numerous thoughts kept running through my mind.
What if my next book is rejected? What if James does something really dangerous? What if Mr. Newman gives me a call for the rent payment? What if I get hit by a car?
Okay, the last one really didn't make any sense. I twisted and turned on my bed not finding a comfortable position to sleep.
I heard soft piano music playing in the background again. I had no idea Mrs. Cope liked piano so much. My neighbor, a lovely old lady probably in her early 60s always played her recorder. Or so I think.
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One night ago…
I was eating my tacos, watching Sixteen Candles and it was just 7 in the evening.
I don't have any boyfriend to spend time with nor any single friends who I can bitch about my single life to.
I'll probably be in my bed by 9, like my neighbor Mrs. Cope. Considering she is old, had the time of her life, kids and her own apartment I don't think that's healthy for me.
My day was pretty much like any other waitressing day. Tripping over in the kitchen, serving food, Erik asking me out and Angela talking loud about my sex life.
Other than all of this, when my shift ended Angela dragged me to the mall. She bought clothes for her trip to Vermont, that includes awful lot of lingerie.
I remember how she forced me into the Victoria's Secret store, even when I told her I'm fine at the bookstore across the street.
'Angela, you can go alone. You don't need my help.' I told her trying to loosen her hold on my wrist.
'Of course I do!' she looked at me like I had a third eye. 'A girl always needs opinions, how can I shop without suggestions?'
'You can ask the salesgirls there. They'd be more than happy to help.' I tried to reason her.
My main motto was to not buy any piece of clothing Angela forces me to buy. I would've gone inside any other time, but I didn't have enough money to buy clothes right now.
If Angela got to know, that I don't have enough money and didn't tell her she'd possibly kill me.
'Bella, if you don't enter this store right now, I'm gonna throw you a party for your birthday .'Angela said smirking.
I muttered 'bitch' under my breath and entered the store grumpily.
After an hour of shopping for her trip lingerie, Angela walked up to me holding a something lacy.
'Bella look at this, I think it would look great on you!' she said excitedly.
I did think it was great. It was a black lacy pair of bra and panties. It was kind of transparent, leaving a little to imagination and maybe I could wear it someday.
'It's really nice Ang, but I don't want to use my money over this.' I told her trying to find a way to refuse.
'You don't have to. I'm buying it for you. No arguments.' She said leaving no room for objection.
'Fine.' I sighed heavily. I waved my hand and said 'do whatever'.
After we were done with the immeasurable amount of shopping, Angela took mercy on me and we went over to a café to grab a cup of coffee.
I was brought out of my stupor when my phone started to ring. I looked at the screen and saw it was Mr. Newman. Shit.
Just when I thought I could go to bed like an old lady.
I picked up the phone.
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Edward.
'Hello?' Bella said nervously.
'Bella, hi!' Newman answered back.
'Mr. Newman, how are you?' Bella asked trying to sound cheerful. I chuckled.
'I'm great, Bella and I think you know why I called you.' Newman said with certainty. She hasn't paid her rent for the past two months, well three including the ongoing.
'Yes, Mr. Newman I know but I'm one hundred percent sure that I'll be able to pay by Sunday.' Bella requested.
'I'm sorry Bella but you have to pay it by Thursday or else there'll be an eviction notice by your door.' Newman said, feeling not an ounce of sorry. Son of a bitch.
'Yeah. I'll see what I can do. Please try to stretch some time if you can.' Bella begged her voice breaking.
'Sure, but I can only try, Bella.' Newman said and hung up the phone.
Bella. I sighed. What is she gonna do? Maybe I can slip some money under her doorstep? Nah, she would probably go around the building asking if somebody lost theirs.
'Sir, I have an update about James Smith.' Fred said from the entrance of my cabin.
'Be right there.' I told him removing my headphones.
After tracing the calls from Bella's phone since Sunday, I immediately asked Fred to search about this James Smith.
That little shit was talking to Bella like he could do some serious damage. By the end of the conversation, I was proud of Bella and how she answered him back.
'Well, he was seen in Chicago until Saturday and later he flew to Rome.' Fred informed me typing some keys to show his exact locations.
'Give me a copy of his photo.' I told trying to understand why Bella would date somebody like him.
Fred handed me the copy and I looked at his shit face. He has long blonde hair, creepy smile, long nose and icy blue eyes.
I sucked in a deep breath and prayed to god, what I'm about to search is not true.
'Fred, is there anything similar to what we've been searching for Victoria Preston?' I asked clearing my throat.
I can recognize those icy blue eyes anywhere. That fucker has the same eye color, and I can never go wrong with this. I really hope I do this time.
'Yes sir. There is an entry for Simon Finch here at the Mountside Drug Rehab in New York City.' Fred told opening the backup files on the computer.
'How is that related to Victoria? If I remember she was in the rehab at Manhattan.' I recalled.
'No sir.' Fred shook his head. 'She was transferred here 3 months after she tried to run away from the rehab in Manhattan and not many were informed about during that time.'
Fucking Christ.
'Well, Simon Finch is the name on the list but the security cameras taped show that it was indeed James Smith.' Fred said opening the security tape from the rehab.
Yep, it's that sick fuck.
Shit, Bella. What did you get yourself into?
'Keep me updated, Fred. No matter at what time you find out another update.' I told him staring at the photo in my hands.
'Roger that.' Fred said and I walked out of the room, throwing the photo in the bin. I can never forget his face.
'Hey Cullen wh-' Jacob said meeting me in the hallway. I interrupted before he teased anymore. I'm not in the mood for that.
'Not now, Jake.' I said and walked into my cabin, shutting the door loudly.
Oh yes, she's coming to Seattle for completely different reasons now.
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The Night
'Miss. Swan we're absolutely certain there is no balance left in your account at this moment.' The bank manager said.
'Are you sure?' Bella asked for the third time. 'I haven't made any transaction for over 4 months now, how can there be nothing left?'
'Ma'am, our bank would not give away money, unless your signatures are present.' The manager told her patiently.
'Maybe I know when was the last transaction made?' Bella asked frantic.
'No ma'am. We swear to secrecy when it comes to our customers, I'm afraid you'll have to show your ID beforehand.' The manager said calmly. How can he be so calm is out of my mind.
'I am losing my patience, Mr. Whatever your name is. I want to know when was the last fucking transaction made, do you hear me?' Bella yelled at him through the phone.
'The account was named under Isabella Swan 8 years ago. I am Isabella Swan and I need the details, right now.' Bella demanded.
'Well, the last transaction was made at 10:00pm last night. We cannot give you any further information ma'am. Have a lovely night.' The manager said and hung up the phone.
Maybe I should slip some money like I thought last night. I hope her friend Angela, helps her out. I pressed 4, and called Fred.
'I'll email you details of a bank account. Hack the database and find out the where was the last transaction made.' I told and hung up the phone.
I emailed Fred the details and went over to the analysis room.
'Sir, the last transaction was made from New York itself.' Fred informed.
'But?' I asked him to continued.
'It is for the bank records to show as a public figure, the actual transaction was made from Seattle.' He typed away some details.
'Is the name mentioned?' I asked him, skimming over the records for the account.
'Yes sir.' Fred answered.
'What is it?' I asked looking up at the screen getting my answer.
'Simon Finch.' We said in unison.
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It was 8:00 as I made my way to my building. After having an early and lousy dinner with Jake and Leah, I was in no mood to think about anything.
But what kept coming back to my mind was the fact that James Smith is connected to Bella.
Part of me was relieved that he didn't do something much terrible than I expected him to.
Part of me was angry at him for doing this to Bella, of all people who didn't belong to me.
My thoughts that had wandered to Bella, didn't make my brain realize that I was on the wrong street.
'Fuck.' I sighed and continued to go the long way. The street was surprisingly quite tonight.
Well, nobody ever drive through this street, so not much of a surprise. I, myself have never driven through this street. I never had to, I never thought about Bella Swan while driving.
Two things happened at the same time, the thunder crackled loudly and a car honking the whole way, was coming at a ferocious speed.
I couldn't make out the figures, but whoever was driving was definitely drunk. The car wasn't going straight, it was constantly moving left and right.
Then something I could never have thought I would see happened, the car crashed right into a big, old tree.
I saw the accident through my rear-view mirror and reverse turned my car immediately.
I called 911, as soon as I could and stopped my car in front of the wrecked one. I stepped out of the car and saw two people in the front. A woman and a man.
I broke the drivers' side door, which was already half crushed and removed the man who was tied to his seatbelt.
I felt his pulse, which was getting weaker by every second and went over to the passenger side of the car.
I unbuckled her seatbelt and felt her pulse too, which wasn't there anymore. The woman's dead.
The car was black, which made it difficult to look in the dark but I'm sure the paramedics will be here anytime soon.
What I didn't notice before was a small shadow in the back. I wrenched open the behind door and saw a little hand reach for me.
I knelt enough to see a small figure in the dark, hugging itself, looking around with wide eyes.
I unbuckled the child from the seatbelt. There was no car seat present. What kind of parents carry their children without car seats?
I pulled the child out in the light, enough to see the face.
I came face to face with the most beautiful child I have ever seen. Her brown hair was mussed all over her face, her blue eyes were wide with fear and anxiety, her skin was glowing silver in the night, her round face was soaked with tears.
The beautiful child reached for me again. I picked her up and held her in my arms. For some reason, she fit there perfectly. She was not more than 3, I'd say. I was never really fond of little kids, but this one was special.
I brushed the hair away from her eyes, and she held my hand tightly in both of hers. She started crying again and I was feeling helpless about what to do.
'Hey, sweetie don't cry.' I told her in the softest voice I could manage.
'Are you hurt anywhere?' I asked her and she nodded pointing at her forehead. I touched at her hairline and felt blood.
'You don't have to worry, the doctors will be here soon and you'll be better again.' I reassured her and she tightened her hold on my hand.
I stood away from the damaged car, still holding the pretty girl in my arms. I gave her a kind smile and she widened her eyes. Do I smile that creepy?
'You don't have to be scared of me.' I told her. 'My name is Edward.'
'Do you have a name pretty girl?' I asked her and she nodded her head.
'I would love to know your name.' I said softly, trying make her speak just then I heard the sirens.
Pretty girl wrapped her arms around my neck, keeping her head in the crook of my neck. I rubbed her back, trying to calm her.
The paramedics immediately got the bodies on the stretcher, taking them into the ambulance.
One of them came to where I was standing.
'Are you the one who called, sir?' the person asked. Pretty girl stiffened when she heard the voice.
'Yes, I did.' I told him rubbing her back.
'Is she with you, sir?' the paramedic asked watching the little girl in my arms.
'No, she was in the car during the accident.' I told him and he looked surprised.
'Are there any injuries?' he asked.
'Yeah. I think there is a gash on the forehead. I couldn't see it in the light.' I explained.
'Well, I'll have to take her back to the hospital, sir.' He told me apologetically. I sighed sadly, I knew this was gonna happen.
'Of course. Here.' I said trying to unwrap her hands from my neck but she held tightly.
'Hey pretty girl, they have to see the injury on the head. They can fix it.' I told her trying to negotiate.
She removed her face from my neck, and turned towards the paramedic keeping her hands wrapped around my neck.
'To the hospital, sir.' The paramedic said. Fucking idiot.
'Is there any chance I can be there with her?' I asked hopeful.
'I'm sorry sir, but only families are allowed.' He said, his face showing pity.
'That's alright. I took a shot.' I told him and turned to the angel in my arms.
'Hey pretty girl, you have to go with them to the hospital to get better okay?' I told her softly.
Tears formed in her eyes and she shook her head, holding my hand in both of hers again.
'He's a good man. He won't hurt you.' I told her tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
'Go on.' I encouraged. The paramedic took her with him to the second ambulance that had arrived and she was sobbing loudly in his arms.
I wish I could get her back. I sighed and walked back to my car.
To be continued…
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