English is not my motherlanguage, so, maybe, I made some mistake. Don't fear to point them out: I'll be grateful.
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9
Laguna
It was dawn when I left my room, trying to leave there the sadness of the night, and went to the living room, empty except for Emmett, that was laying on the couch, with a book.
"Oh no! The world is going to end! Emmett is reading a book!" I laughed, joining him.
"Even I read, from time to time..." he said, closing the book. Only then I noticed that it was upside down.
"Since when you read upside down?" I asked, with every intention of finding out what he was hiding.
"And since when you are so curious?" he said, sticking out his tongue.
"Ok, I give up!" I raised my hands, surrendering. "The others? Still upstairs?" I leaned on the arm of the couch, waiting for his answer.
"Yes. Except Edward, that is still at Bella's." Emmett sat up, pointing to the piano. "Why don't you play?"
I shook my head. "You know your brother. He'll kill me if I touch his baby."
"If he tries to kill you, blame me and don't worry." He smiled. "Please!" and then, he looked like an imploring little kid. And he knew that I couldn't help but do whatever he wanted. With a sigh, I went to the piano, and he laughed.
I touched lightly the keys, before playing. The door opened after a minute.
"Für Elise..." Edward's voice, still just inside the door.
"My mother was playing that the day Georgie died", I answered. The puzzled look Emmett gave me made me smile. "Remind me to lend you It." He nodded, without convinction.
"Isn't it a tone too low?" Edward said, moving towards us.
"I like it that way." I answered, dry, standing. "I'll give you back your piano." I went past him, towards the stairs.
"I'm sorry." I was expecting him to stop me, grabbing my arm and forcing me to listen to him, instead of simply saying that he was sorry. There were still times when I mistake Edward for him.
"You just told the truth". I said, without turning, at the foot of the stairs. "You just reminded me of who I am, Edward." Calmly, I began to climb the stairs.
"Bella wants you to tell her your story." I stopped. If Bella was so curious, she could have asked Edward.
"You can do it for me, if you want." I turned to look at him. "You know how it would end, if I'll do it." It would end with Bella going crazy...
"She won't go crazy with your memories." Edward shook his head.
"Wait, Edward. Are you really sure that Bella could endure it? None of us was able to listen to all the story in one time..." said Emmett, raising from the couch. "Her memories are..." he stopped.
What did you want to say?
"I can't be the one to do it. It's your story. You have to be the one to do it." Edward insisted.
I sighed. "Ok. Bring her here. I'll think about it." I turned again and went upstairs.
Bella was crazy.
xXx
Edward
Laguna was right. Her memories weren't pleasant, and Bella could get hurt. That, if Laguna would have been able to enter her mind. So, maybe, Bella was safe.
Maybe.
I went to my room, trying to come up with something, with a way to take Bella here, with Charlie's approval.
I was laying on the couch, trying to think, when Alice entered the room.
"Still trying to find a way to take Bella here?" she asked.
"Yes, but..." I sighed, closing my eyes.
"Esme has an idea." I sat, motioning for Alice to continue. "We know that Charlie will never say no to Esme, especially if she organises something. So..." she sat on the floor. "We thought of asking Charlie to ask if Bella could came here for a little birthday party... Esme's birthday!" ok, this was impossible.
"Will it work?"
"Already done!" she smiled, standing. "I'm a genius, right?" she laughed.
"An evil genius, Alice."
xXX
Bella
The morning was almost gone. Edward had promised me some answers, but I was still wondering how.
The phone interrupted my wonderings. Charlie answered before I could go downstairs. After two steps, I stop, eavesdropping.
"Oh, hi Alice!" pause. "Mmh... you know she can't..." they were talking about me. "Really?" pause. "Well, if your mother insists..." pause. "I'm sorry, I can't..." pause. "Sure. Bella? Alice on the phone!" he shouted.
"Coming!" I went downstairs to answer. "Hello? Alice?"
"Good news! Charlie agreeded to let you come here later. It's Esme's birthday, remember?" she, then, lowered her voice. "Play along."
"Great! I'm really happy you've been able to convince him!" I said, with more emphasis that was required.
"I'll pick you up leter, ok?" she said, almost too loud, only for lowering again her voice and say: "You'll have your answers."
"Perfect. See you later, then." I answered, turning towards Chalie, with a big smile.
"See you later!" she hung up.
I did the same,and then I turned again towards my father. "Thanks, Dad. I promise I'll behave, and won't be late..."
Charlie nodded. "I know. Maybe it's time to give you back your freedom. Say hello to Esme for me." He smiled.
"Sure!" I ran upstairs.
The waiting was over.
A/N: "My mother was playing that the day Georgie died" comes from Stephen King's book IT. Stuttering Bill hears the music and thinks about his brother's death, and the fact that his mother had played Für Elise that afternoon, just before Georgie's death.
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