BPOV

"Can we go somewhere else?" I asked, "I don't want to talk about this here."

"Of course," he said, helping me up. I hugged Emmett and thanked him for taking care of me before taking Edward's hand and following him to his car. Once we were both in he drove to my house.

We went and sat up in my room. I paced the room for a minute before stopping and looking at him. "This is hard for me to talk about," I said.

"Take your time, baby girl," he said.

I took a deep breath. "I had… or have, I don't even know anymore…" I ran my hands threw my hair. "I have a twin sister," I started, "Her names Arabel. We always used to say our parents were like the dullest people ever." I smiled a little remember the conversation I always had with my sister, "I mean Isabella and Arabel." I stopped again to think about my sister. I felt a tear slowly fall down my face.

He got up and took my hand. "You don't need to say anymore if you don't want to, love," he said.

"I want to tell you," I said, "You deserve to know why I am… or was, the way I am…. Three years ago, my sister got abducted walking home from her boyfriend's house. The guy who took her thought she was me. His name was James… He was this guy that a meant one night when Arabel and I went to a club. He wanted to go out with me but I turned him down. The guy was fucking crazy. After I turned him down he started stalking me and then he tried to kidnap me, but took Ara by mistake. They got the whole thing on a security camera that was outside a nearby store.

"She was missing for about a month when they found James dead in a ditch. They got his address but when they went to his house but Ara wasn't there. No one knows what happened to her…. She's gone and it's all my fault… I-I lost my sister and my best friend all because I turned down some guy."

I fell to the ground crying hysterically. I felt Edward's arms go around me, he picks me up and carries me to my bed and hold me against his chest. "It's not your fault, love," he said.

"She probably hates me," I said, "She knows it's my fault."

"Your sister doesn't hate you," he said, holding me tight, "She knows how strong you are and she knows it's not your fault."

"I just want her back," I sobbed.

EPOV

I held Bella while she cried. She calmed down after about a half hour. I was sitting on her bed with my back against the headboard. Bella was lying with her head in my lap and I was running my fingers through her hair. "What was she like?" I asked quietly.

I saw a smile appear on her face. "She was kinda of like me but at the same time she wasn't," she said, "She's really funny. Like witty funny. She could always come up with a sarcastic remark or the perfect comeback. And she's really smart, not just book smart though, street smart too. She was a badass. EVERYONE was afraid of her. Lauren would've gotten her ass beat if Ara was here."

"Sounds like you," I said.

She laughed, "Kinda. She was a lot better than me though. She was better at everything. We looked EXACTLY alike though. So we always used to mess with people. I remember one time she was dared to go on a date with Mike Newton. So she begged me to go, she said she'd take my tests for a month."

I laughed. "Most siblings do each other's homework," I said.

"Where's the fun in that?" she said. "Anyway. I went on the date with Mike and he tried to kiss me so Ara came outside and beat his ass."

I smiled. "I like her," I said.

She laughed. "She'd like you," she said, "She always used to question my boyfriends, she never liked any of them, but I think she'd like you."

I smiled, "Whys that?" I asked.

"You take care of me," she said.

I leaned down and kissed her head. "Do you have a picture of your sister?" I asked.

She got up and got a photo album and put it on the bed. She opened to the first page where there was a picture of the two of them. They really did look exactly alike. It looked like Bella was just standing with a mirror. "Do you know which one's me?" she asked.

I didn't even need to think about it. "The one on the right," I said.

She looked at me, "How did you know?" she asked.

I smiled, "I know my girl," I said.

She smiled and flipped the page. "That's her and her boyfriend," she said.

"Isn't that Caiden Walker?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"He's in my Spanish class," I said, "He's really quiet."

"He barely does anything anymore. He was heartbroken about Ara, he really loved her…" she said.

I nodded and turned to the next page in the album and saw a picture of Bella, Arabel, and Emmett. "Is that the reason Emmett is so protective of you?" I asked her.

She nodded as she stared down at the picture of the three of them. "He blames himself," I she said.

What's which this family and blaming themselves for stuff! "Why?" I asked her.

"Well," she said, "We were obviously too young to go to a club that long ago, but Emmett had a friend who made fake ID's so he had gotten ID's for all three of us. Our parents would go out of town at least once a month so we would use that as our opportunity to go out. It was Arabel and I's third time going when we meant James. Emmett was able to get him leave us alone for the night, but he was very persistent after that.

"Emmett blames himself because he says that if he never got the ID's we never would've been there. I think he's wrong though, because, knowing Ara and I, we would've just found a way in ourselves."

I pulled her closer to comfort her. "What about your parents?" I asked, "Where are they now?"

Bella chuckled, "My parents are never home anymore," she said, "Emmett turned 18 this year and they've been gone ever since. They just travel around. They have bank accounts set up for us that they transfer money into so that we can take care of ourselves."

Damn. They have horrible parents. "Why do they travel so much?" I asked.

She shrugged, "Work I guess. They're photographer's so they travel the world taking pictures now. Or maybe they're just rather be anywhere but here."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because they blame Emmett and I for Ara's disappearance. They say that if Emmett didn't get us those ID's they I wouldn't have met James and that if I didn't look just like her then James would've known Ara wasn't me."

My heart broke. How could they're parents say that about them? "You know that's not true right, Bella?"

She shrugged, "I like to think it's not."

We spent the rest of the afternoon looking at pictures and talking about Arabel. When Emmett came home from Rose's house, Bella had fallen asleep next to me. He smiled at us, "Thank you," he said.

"For what?" I asked.

"Making her happy," he said, "I haven't seen her happy like this since Arabel…went missing."

I smiled. "I'm glad to help," I said.

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