7.

"Pierre," I say, reading the name from the screen. The picture shows a man with blonde-brown hair and blue eyes.

For a moment, I think. Should I pick up or not? Obviously, the guy is French, so there's a fat lot of good it'll do me if I pick up and he starts speeding through complex French words. I never was good at speaking French, so I know I won't understand him.

Sighing, I walk to the couch and sit down, throwing the phone down beside me. I can't answer it; it's not even my phone. How the fuck would I explain that I have the phone, anyway?

Damn, I really need Rose here. She'd be able to answer the fucking thing, talk to this Pierre guy, and then hopefully we'll find out where Edward is. Hell, maybe I could even get into contact with him.

Alas, Rosalie isn't here and there is absolutely nothing I can do.

Damn, I think as the phone starts ringing again. If this guy is so insistent, maybe he'll keep calling.

I get my phone out and start a text to Rose in a moment of inspiration.

Come home ASAP. I need your help with something. ~ Bella

I put it back down beside Edward's phone, both with the screens facing up. I turn Edward's phone on silent, resolved to turn the sound back on when Rose gets here so she can answer it. That way, I don't have to agonize over the sound of Pierre calling, and I can focus on something else—namely, the TV.


Pierre is French for Peter. You may have known that, but I thought I'd just tell you so you knew it's Peter as in Jasper's friend from Breaking Dawn. Only this time, he's not Jasper's friend.

Most of you don't like Renee... *cough* my mum *cough*. I would be offended, but I know my mother, so that's ok. ;)

In other news, three chapters including this one today as well.

See you in a few... hours.

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