All I Want is Everything

The characters belong to the Stephenie Meyer I do not own or claim to own them. This is my second fan fiction and I welcome your reviews.

Chapter Ten: A Little Truth

BPOV

"Bella," someone called softly.

I didn't respond. Not knowing who it was. Again, the soft call of my name. I couldn't place a name to the voice.

Music began playing. Soft, soothing, piano music. Edward?

"I wish I was there to hold you, Bella. I know that's what you need right now. I'm not going to even try to convince you that things are going to be fine; honestly, I don't know if everything will be fine. Please, Bella, talk to me." I finally recognized the voice as Edward's. Where was he? I needed him.

"I miss her," I whispered. My own voice was hoarse, gravelly.

"I know you miss her. It's okay to cry."

I started bawling at his words, letting everything out.

"Are... Edward... sedate..." I caught Carlisle saying, between sobs.

There was a slight movement under me.

"I don't ... this."

"What other choice do we have?" I heard and felt Emmett asked. "Nothing we have done is helping and Edward doesn't plan on being back for some time."

I was still crying hard when I felt something cool swiped over my upper arm. "... feel … pinch." What? Ouch!

"Don't worry, Bella. I find everything you need," Alice whispered.

My eyes closed.

It was noon when I opened my eyes again. "What in the world?" I sat up, looking around. I was in Edward's room. How did I get here? All I could remember was showing Alice and Rosalie the dress... Oh, the dress. Grandmother. Crying. I did remember more, but that didn't explain how I came to be in Edward's room. I rubbed my arm, it was a little tender.

I hadn't been in this room in years, I thought as I stood. It was as if time had frozen, nothing had changed. I picked up a frame from his desk. It was a black and white photo of the both of us. Memories flooded back to me. I was on his back, having hurt my ankle. I beautiful smile graced my face. I couldn't remember who Edward was looking at, but it really didn't matter. Alice had captured the moment, freezing it in time. I placed the frame back down, picking up another.

It was just of me, looking off into space and I appeared to be sad. I couldn't remember when this was taken, though it was recently taken. I recognized the dress. I was wearing an orange sleeveless belted dress with an electric-blue lace overlay. The only people who had pictures of in this dress were Dad and Jake. Or so I thought.

"You're awake," Esme said, coming in the room.

I startled, dropping the frame. It thudded softly on the floor.

"Edward won't mind. He told Emmett to put you in here after Carlisle gave you a mild sedative."

"That's why my arm's tender."

"You did put up a fight." She picked up the frame, looking at it. "I don't remember this one."

"It was taken at Arundel Castle in West Sussex, England this past summer."

"When exactly?"

"May. Around Mother's Day. I was visiting the Duke of Norfolk and decided to tour the castle."

Esme shook her head, setting the frame down on the desk. "It's a wonder how you didn't see Edward."

"What do you mean?"

"He was vacationing in England in May. And apparently he was at Arundel Castle the same day you were."

"It doesn't matter," I remarked honestly. "I wonder if he'll give me a copy."

Esme smiled. "I'm sure he would."

I sat back on the bed, heavily. "What am I going to do about tonight? I don't have shoes."

"Alice is taking care of it. She texted me a few pictures about five minutes ago." She handed me her phone.

I furrowed my brow. There were dressing pictured as well as shoes. "What's with the dresses?"

"With how you reacted, she wasn't sure if you'd want to wear the dress you showed her."

"Of course, I want to wear the dress. It was the memory of who originally got me it I was reacting to."

"Your grandmother," she guessed.

"Yes." I took a deep breath, not wanting to get hysterical again. I was still going through the pictures when I came across a pair of sparkly blue heels with a matching clutch. "Wow," I said, showing Esme the image. "Alice hasn't seen the jewelry I plan on wearing, and I think these shoes would pull the whole outfit together."

"I would've picked these if you hadn't been awake," Esme told me, taking the phone back. She sent a replied back with the picture back. Her phone pinged a few minutes later.

Es — are you sure? A

A — of course, I am. Bella picked them out. She mentioned jewelry. Es

I was reading over Esme's shoulder. I laughed at Alice's next text.

Es — really... has her taste improved? A

"Don't answer, make her wonder," I said between giggles.

"I wouldn't dream of answering." She looked over at me. "Why don't you go take a shower or a relaxing bath."

"That sound like a wonderful idea. Would you mind packing an overnight bag for me? Wherever Edward is taking me is in Seattle."

"Not at all. I'm surprised he hasn't called."

This was news to me. I'd been thinking that was why Esme came up because he had called. By nature he was a worrier.

A smile slowly formed, as I walked into my room, at the memory of him returning to school and finding Mike standing over me while I laid on the cool sidewalk. We had been blood-typing in biology and I got light-headed even before I pricked my finger. Edward had scooped me up and carried me to the nurse, without pausing to fight with Mike. He stayed with me and convinced the nurse to send me home. Of course, he escorted me having not signed back in with Ms. Cope.

I picked up my phone, dialing Edward.

EPOV

I was worried about Bella, though I hadn't called to check on her since hanging up on Emmett. He'd understand. I just didn't want anyone to know where I was taking Bella and I had feeling he was about to ask.

My phone started ringing. Bella. I smiled before dread washed over me. Had something else happened and Bella's phone was the closest? I quickened my pace. I was supposed to meet Charlie and Jasper soon. I hoped Jasper was able to help Mr. Byle. Barsuk Records was a huge account, and we not only provided the security equipment for the office and studio, but personal bodyguards for all members of Death Cab for Cutie. I hadn't gotten to the heart of the issue before my phone started going crazy.

"Hello," I answered, worry filling my voice.

"You know I hate it when I get sedated, but you made the right call," Bella told me. Relief washed over me instantly.

"I figured you'd still be out."

"Most definitely awake, though a little groggy and foggy as to what exactly happened."

"And that is probably for the best, Bella. I tried my best to get you to calm."

"I remember. You did help, Edward. I needed to cry, to grieve."

Well, that answered my earlier question. Her grandmother did die, and since she brought it up. "How long ago?" I asked.

"Two weeks after we graduated high school."

Eleven and a half years ago. I didn't know what to say. Why hadn't Charlie told me? I thought as a memory resurfaced.

"Charlie, I need you to take me to see Bella."

"I'm sorry, Edward, right now is not a good time." Charlie had seemed sad, distraught. "I've got a shuttle to catch."

"Please, Charlie," I beg.

"She doesn't want to see you. She's dealing with a whole lot more than breaking up with you. Still don't understand that one."

"But you already told me you're off to Scotland..."

"Edward, I won't authorize you to travel with me. Not this time. I'll repeat this one last time. Now is 'not' a good time and Bella 'doesn't' want to see you."

"Why the hell not?"

Charlie sighed. "There's been a death, someone close. Check online, Edward. You'll find the answer," he said, hanging up.

Charlie had told me. Esme told me to book a flight and I repeated Charlie had told me and that Bella didn't wanting to see me. Esme called me a fool for listening to him on that last part.

"Now you listen to me, Edward," I glanced at her. She was staring at the computer screen, eyes wide when she looked at me. "I don't know the reason Bella left you, but I do know she hurting right now. And most likely, doesn't know what she wants. You book a flight and get your ass to Scotland."

"She doesn't want to see me."

"Why else do you think Charlie told you someone close died and to look online for answers?" She gave me a hard stare.

"Edward, are you still there?" Bella asked.

I shook myself from the memory. I hadn't looked up anything like Charlie suggested. Esme had and learned what happened.

"Do Esme send flowers?"

"She did. They were very beautiful. Where'd you go?"

"A couple of memories surfaced as I wondered how I didn't know."

"No one told you."

"Your dad did, I just didn't understand." I sighed, stopping. I could see both Charlie and Jasper. "Did... did you want me there?"

Bella was silent and didn't answer for awhile. "Honestly..." she sighed. "It would've been nice if you had been."

"I sense a but."

"With things the way they were..."

"I get it. It would have been awkward."

"No, Edward, not at all. You would've made sure it wouldn't have been awkward, like you did in October."

October? I smiled. I'd been worried the whole drive to Port Angeles about whether Bella was uncomfortable being alone with me. It had been hard not asking all the questions and letting her sleep. "It was a little uncomfortable for me, not knowing how you felt."

"Are you on your way back?" she asked, changing the subject. I was grateful.

"Yes. We need to leave by three."

"Plenty of time. I just hope Alice gets back soon."

I had made other reservation, not cancelling, yet, the other, just in case. Alice had texted that she'd find something for Bella. "Anything nice. I've got a backup plan."

"Always one step ahead."

"Can you blame me?" I asked, chuckling.

She laughed. God, her laugh was so musical. "Not with Alice as your sister."

A/N: I realize the orange and electric-blue dress is part of the Preen Pre-Fall 2012 collection, but it is my story — I loved the picture of KStew and just had to use it.

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