DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM TWILIGHT. THEY ALL BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER. I'M JUST MANIPULATING THEM TO DO MY BIDDING!
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS THAT SOME MAY FIND DISTURBING! IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE SORTS OF SCENES THEN I APOLOGISE AND ADVISE YOU TO DISCONTINUE THE READING OF THIS CHAPTER!
EPOV
She must have heard my gasp because she turned around, still holding what it was she was reading. I felt my eyes go wide as I stared between it and her. She looked at me and then at the small book she had in her hand when she realised what she was holding.
My journal.
I couldn't believe this. She had lied to me. She had made out like she had no idea what I was talking about when I asked her if she had seen my journal. And yet here she was standing there in her room, it open in her hand, fucking reading it. And while I'm sat downstairs like a fucking idiot waiting for her.
It just proves that I can't trust anyone.
Not even my fucking girlfriend.
She looked between me and the journal. My shocked expression must have told her everything she needed to know because her eyes suddenly went wide as she realised that I knew it was mine.
"Edward……" She said in a small voice. A guilty voice in my opinion. She took there shaking her head, looking at me.
"I thought you said you hadn't seen it." I spat angrily, feeling more and more betrayed by the second.
"Edward, I swear, I didn't-" She started to try to explain herself but I didn't want to listen to any more of her lies.
"I thought that I could trust you Bella." I was shaking now, my hands balled into fists at my sides. It was taking all of my energy to not start screaming and shouting at her right this moment, because you know, I felt so betrayed right now, that's all I felt like doing. "I thought that you would at least listen to me when I told you that I couldn't tell you my secret. I never thought that you would be low enough to steal my journal. How could you, Bella? I thought that I could trust you! You're my girlfriend, you're supposed to trust me when I tell you that you don't need to know!"
"Edward, will you listen to me?!" She was the one shouting now.
"Why?!" I spat back. I could feel tears pricking at my eyes now. Tears that would show her how betrayed I felt. How angry I was at the fact that she couldn't leave well enough alone. "So you can lie to me again?! Why should I listen to you, Bella?!" I turned away from her, not wanting her to see the tears welling up in my eyes. I ran my hands through my hair, my fists balling, clenching onto it tightly enough for it to hurt. "You told me that you hadn't seen it. And now, I come up here and find you standing there fucking READING IT!" I couldn't hold back my anger now. Didn't she see how wrong this was?
"I didn't take it, Edward! Here! Take it!" She snapped it closed and threw it at my feet. I turned around and looked at it. What was the point in taking it? Who knew how much she read. "I came up here to find the film that I wanted to watch with you, and it was sitting there on the end of my bed! I hadn't seen it before and I wanted to find out what it was, so I started to read it. I didn't even realise it was a journal until I opened it! And I sure as hell didn't know it was yours until you came up here!" She was going red now, a sign that she too was getting angry. "If I'd known that it was yours as soon as I saw it I would have taken it downstairs, given it to you and told you what had happened! It just so happens that I didn't know that it was yours, and I didn't know what it was when I picked it up! How can you accuse me of stealing it?!"
"How can I not think that?!" I countered, knowing that I had her on the ropes with this argument. "You're telling me that my journal goes missing from my room last night, you're the only one who was alone in my room last night, and then it mysteriously appears in your bedroom the next day! How the hell are you supposed to explain that!"
"I don't know Edward!" She was starting to cry now. I didn't know whether or not to believe that they were real. She had already proved the other day in the nurses office that she could act when she needed to. Maybe this was one of these times. I hated that I didn't know. "I don't know how it got into my room Edward! All I know is that you shouldn't jump to FUCKING CONCLUSIONS!"
"HOW CAN I NOT!" We were both screaming at each other now. I was feeling more and more betrayed by the minute. Why couldn't she just come out and admit it. I mean, I'd caught her red-handed reading my journal. She didn't have much of an argument to go on.
"Bella?" I heard a masculine voice come from down the hall. Great! Just fucking great! I thought, running my hands through my hair again. That's probably her father home, and here I am fucking shouting at his daughter. And her father's the Police Chief, meaning that he has a gun! Why is my life so fucked up at the moment?! "Bella?" The voice was closer now.
The person that came around the door was not what I was expecting.
It was a boy. A kid. What the hell?
This kid couldn't be older than fifteen, sixteen at the most. He was tall, about the same height as me and broad. He had dark skin and his hair was almost black, as were his eyes. The only thing that gave away his age was his face. He still had very boyish features.
He looked between the two of us and when his gaze settled on me, his eyes grew dark and he glared at me.
"Jake, what are you doing here?" Bella asked. I could hear her trying to control her voice, but at the moment I really didn't care.
"I came over 'cause I left my jacket here last night. I came to pick it up when I heard shouting from outside. Your windows open and the two of you were pretty loud. I wanted to make sure that you were okay." He said all of this while still glaring at me. I just stared blankly back. "Is everything okay, Bells?" He finally tore his gaze away from me and looked at Bella.
"Yeah, Jake." She said, unconvincingly. "Everything's fine."
"It sure doesn't seem like it to me." His eyes flicked back to me before resting on Bella again. If I wasn't so pissed at her right now, I would have been majorly pissed at the way he was looking at her. It was obvious that he had a thing for her. But right now, I really couldn't care less.
"Jake, could………could you give us a minute?" She sniffed and it was obvious that she was trying not to cry.
"Don't bother." I hissed. I turned around, grabbed my journal and stormed out of the room, not bothering to say goodbye.
I ran down the stairs, grabbed my leather jacket, my clothes off the radiator and slipped my shoes on before storming out the door.
I was glad to find that it had stopped raining now, even though it was still thundering overhead. I walked across her driveway and unlocked my car. I threw my clothes, journal and jacket into the back of the car and made to get into the driver's seat when someone shouted at me.
"HEY!" I turned around to see that kid standing on the porch glaring at me. He started storming across the driveway at me, and I could see him visibly shaking. "What the fuck did you do?"
"What did I do?" I scoffed. "What do you mean "what did I do?" Maybe you should ask her what she did, or was she brought up with the knowledge that it was okay to go through people's private possessions?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He spat at me, coming level with the hood of the car.
"Why don't you go and ask her!" I shouted at him, before opening the car door. I could see him eyeing the car, probably wondering how he could cripple it while he was standing there. "Oh, and don't bother doing anything to the car. It wouldn't work anyway."
"And how do you know?" He folded his arms across his chest. "You don't know my skills with cars." He sounded very smug in his knowledge.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you know what this car is?" I gestured for him to take a look. He raked his eyes over my car, and I saw them visibly become wider as he realised what it was. "That's right." I said, nodding my head. "It's a Mercedes Guardian. So go on. Do your worst."
With that I climbed into the car, and started the ignition. He moved back a step, obviously not wanting to get run over by a car that was built like a tank. I sped out of there before he could even realise what was going on.
I couldn't hold my tears back any longer. I let them flow as I was driving. How could she do this to me? I thought that I could trust her. She was supposed to be my girlfriend. If I couldn't trust her in this shithole of a town, then who could I trust. I had no one. After this argument with Bella, I knew that the others would be after my blood, especially after I promised not to hurt her. Does it count if she hurt me first? Probably not. All they cared about was defending the girl who was like a sister to them.
I glanced in the rearview and saw a bright yellow Porsche and a large white Jeep pulling into Bella's driveway. They must have already been on their way to hers before I left. There was no way that they could have gotten to hers that fast if she had only just called them. At least I wasn't driving the Volvo. They would have known that something was up if they saw me driving away in that before 10AM on a day off from school. And I could guarantee that that Jeep would not be pulling into Bella's driveway. It would be following me without stopping, aiming to follow me until I parked, waiting to question me.
I drove straight home, just wanting to crawl back into bed and forget that this whole mess had ever started. I wanted to wake up and for it to be two months ago, before the whole stalker thing started. If that never happened then I wouldn't be in this nowheresville town. Sure, I might still be having to go to parties, continuing with my "grooming" for taking over the company and being thrown into company that were about as deep as a puddle, but at least I would be at home. I would have my mother and my father.
That's all I want right now. All I wanted was my mother and father to hold me. To tell me that everything would be alright.
Everyone thinks that parents who have a lot of money are cold and always handing their children off to nannies and carers while they went jetsetting off around the world. While for a lot of people, that might be true, but with me, my parents were always there. Loving and kind, caring and doting, just as ther should be.
And I missed them.
I missed them more than anything right now. I would much rather have nothing and sleep in the backseat of my Volvo than lose my parents like this again. What hurt so much was that they were there. If I was anyone else then I would be able to contact them, but because I'm me and my life is on such a fucking tight-rope right now, literally, I couldn't call them or contact them in any way, just in case it gave me away.
I pulled into the garage and turned off the engine. I got out of the car and walked out of the garage, clapping once as I did so turning off the light.
I walked up the stairs to my room, shoving my journal back where it belonged and dropping my phone on the bedside table, where it immediately started ringing. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Emmett, probably calling to scream at me down the phone. I waited for it to stop ringing before turning it on silent. I didn't want to turn it off, because I knew that there was a chance I could need it. I never knew when I was going to need it these days,
I climbed into bed and curled up into the fetal position, wishing that I was in any place but this one. I closed my eyes and let the deep abyss of sleep take me.
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I woke up, I don't know how much later to a loud pounding on my front door.
What the fuck?! Was the only thought that went through my head at that point in time. I climbed out of bed, grabbed my phone and went downstairs.
The pounding on the door was still going on, getting louder and louder as I walked towards it. It sounded like someone was rapidly banging a wrecking ball on my door. I sincerely hoped no one was doing that, but then I was still half asleep, so I wasn't really aware of what was going on.
I opened the door slightly, only to have it thrown open. I ended up landing on the floor and whacking my head on the step that led up to the kitchen. I placed a hand on the back of my head and looked at my hand. There were drops of blood on the ends of my fingers, which instantly made me feel nauseous. I had never really dealt well with blood.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!!" A booming voice shouted at me, bringing me back to the present situation at hand. I looked up to see Emmett towering over me, a muderous look in his eyes. "I WARNED YOU, EDWARD!" He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and slammed me into the wall, causing me to hit my already bleeding head again. "Now. What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Do?" He hissed slowly, his face only inches away from mine.
"What did I do?" I was getting an extreme case of déjà vu here. Hadn't I already had this conversation once today. "Why don't you ask her?! Ask her how my missing journal ends up in her bedroom huh? After she told me that she didn't have it?!"
"Yeah, she explained to us what happened, Edward!" He let go of my shirt and I fell to the floor, my knees buckling underneath me, causing me to land in a heap at his feet. "She told us what happened. How you went round there this morning, were going to watch a movie, she went upstairs to get the film she wanted to watch, because you were nice enough to let her choose, she found the journal, didn't know who's it was, so she started reading it. Next thing she knows is you're up there shouting at her for something she hasn't even done."
I stood up and walked into the kitchen, not really caring anymore that there was a 6 foot whatever giant fuming in my entrance hall. I grabbed few sheets of kitchen towels and bundled them up, pressing it to my head, not really having any energy to get the first aid kit out to try to fix up my head properly.
"You know, that little head wound is nothing compared to what Bella's feeling right now?" Emmett growled. "She's humiliated Edward. You," He pointed at me. "You promised you wouldn't hurt her. I don't want you anywhere near her again. Don't even think about trying to sit with us at lunch anymore. I don't want to hear that you've spoken to her or even acknowledge that she's there in Biology unless you absolutely have to, 'cause if you do, that little head wound is going to seem like a tap on the head compared to what I'll do to you."
"Great, another one." I mumbled, not caring whether or not he heard.
"What?!" He snapped at me, his eyes narrowing even further.
"Let's just say that you're not the only one to make that threat recently, Emmett!" I snapped back. I didn't give a shit anymore. Bella probably knew anyway, so it was only a matter of time until the rest of them knew.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He was clearly confused, and a confused Emmett is like a confused and angry bear on a rampage after its been rudely awakened out of hibernation.
I took the towels off of my head and shoved them on the side, squaring up to him. "Well, let's just say, one of your guesses, Emmett," I walked up to him. "I lied." I hissed at him walking past him. "You can let yourself out." I didn't look back, not wanting him to see how close I was to breaking down. I walked into the small closet that I had turned into a darkroom for developing my own photos.
I didn't like sending my photos away to be developed, when I used film that is. Photography is one of the only things in my life that I actually took pride in. Carlisle and Esme had a number of my photographs hung on the walls around the mansion at home, and they had been asked on more than one occasion where they purchased it and who the photographer was. Most people were surprised to hear that it was actually their fifteen year old son who had taken and developed the photographs himself.
I decided to keep myself busy, developing my latest used roll of him. I heard the front door slam and I let out a breath, knowing that Emmett was gone. For now. Who knew if and when he would be back, or who I would have to deal with next time. Working in my darkroom, I could usually pass several hours in one go, and I found myself relaxing right away. I felt completely at ease as I worked in my darkroom. I was currently developing a roll of film that I had used up last weekend when the group and I had spent that Sunday at the park. It was a rare, sunny day so we decided to make the most of it.
The pictures were finally beginning to form on the sheets as I hung them to dry when I noticed that there was something wrong.
These weren't the pictures that I had taken. These pictures were of ………… me!
Me sleeping. Me sitting in the living room. Me on the porch with Bella the night I asked her to be my girlfriend. Me walking from class to class. Me at lunch. Me sitting in class. Me walking to my car. Me in my car.
"Shit!" I whispered.
These weren't my photos. These were the photos that the stalker had been taking of me that last couple of weeks. He had found me. He had been in my house! In my darkroom!
I was fucked!
"Well……" A slippery, cold voice said from behind me. I whipped around to see someone standing there, but because of the lack of light in the so aptly named "darkroom" I couldn't see his face. "They came out pretty nice didn't they? I am amazed at my own skills." He made his way over to me slowly.
"What do you want?" I managed to croak out and he laughed.
"Oh, Edward," He sneered my name as though he tasted something back when he said it. "Isn't it obvious what I want?" He laughed. "I. Want. You. Dead!"
Suddenly, his hand came out and grabbed my throat. Before I could react he had shoved my head into the vat full of chemicals that I used to develop my photos.
I felt an extreme pain as the chemicals burned my eyes and I began to lose consciousness as my head connected with the bottom of the shallow vat. Thankfully the vat wasn't that deep so I could still breathe somewhat, with his hand clasped around my throat.
He pulled my head out of the vat and I could feel his breath on my face. "Oooh, that must hurt." He chuckled darkly at me. "Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you yet. I want to have some fun first." With that he against the door, on which I hit my head. Hard.
I felt the world slipping away and the depths of unconsciousness were taking hold and I had no way of fighting it. The last thing I heard before my body finally succumbed was the nasty sound of this guys maniacal laughter, as he watched me in pain.
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I slowly felt my senses coming back to me. I could feel my limbs and I could hear someone moving around near me. I was also brought back to consciousness by the incredible, searing, pain that burned my eyes.
"Wakey, wakey, Baby Cullen." My head snapped up as I opened my eyes.
I couldn't see anything properly. All I could see was vague shapes and colours. I discovered that I was tied to a chair, my wrists bound by a thick rope but nothing around my ankles. I decided that I needed to get out of here. Now! And the only way to do that was to get out of this rope. I moved my hands, trying to make it look like I was just trying to readjust myself. I decided that I needed a distraction as well. What could I use? Questions!
"What you want from me?" I asked whoever this guy was in a harsh voice. My throat was sore. Either I had ingested some of the chemicals when he shoved my head into the vat or he had damaged my vocals chords when he grabbed my throat.
"Haven't we been through this, Baby?" He sneered. I heard his footsteps coming closer and closer to me, but I couldn't tell from which direction he was coming. "Because I want you dead. You don't deserve anything that you have. You don't even deserve to live."
"Who are you to make that choice?" I challenged him. Okay, Edward, what are you doing? I mentally chastised myself. Don't aggravate the guy who's holding you hostage.
"I am perfectly qualified to make that choice!" He was in front of me now. "And don't you fucking forget it, Baby!" With that he back-handed me across the face which only increased the pain that I was feeling in the side of my head.
"Why do keep calling me that?" I asked him, not liking the fact that he was calling me a baby. Unless it was some sort of sick, perverted joke.
"What, Baby?" I nodded. "Well, in the Cullen family there are three Cullens. There's Mommy Cullen, which is your lovely little mommy." There was a fake innocence in his voice that only served to scare me even more. Which was probably the desired reaction. "There's Daddy Cullen, which is that lying, cheating bastard you call father!" Did he have some kind of vendetta against my father? "And then…… there's Baby Cullen. And that's you." He tapped me on the chest with something hard and cold, probably a knife. "Now. Shut. Up!" He backhanded me again and I couldn't stop the cry of pain that left my lips.
I had been working on getting the ropes around my hands undtied and I was almost there. For someone who was so skilled at harrassing me and my family, he wasn't too good at tying knots and keeping hostages. He was in front of me and I could vaguely make out the shape of a staircase behind him. It was wooden and leading up.
The basement! I thought triumphantly. I'm in the basement. I know it must have seemed stupid to be happy about realising that I was in the basement, but it was a big deal, because it meant that if I could somehow get free and get past him, I would have a vague idea of where the hell I was.
"Now," I heard him sneer, walking towards me. "Let's get started shall we?" He placed something cold, hard and very sharp just underneath my left earlobe. He pressed down and I felt it pierce my skin. I immediately felt the wet, hot blood oozing out of the wound as he slowly dragged the knife down my jaw, towards my chin. I couldn't help but cry out in pain as he moved the blade at a snails pace, stopping halfway down my jaw and leaving it pressed there. "Ssh. This is only the beginning. Just wait until we get onto the fun stuff." He actually sounded as though he was enjoying himself.
He was fucking enjoying himself. I couldn't see his face, but I could hear it in his voice. He took the blade away and I could make out the vague colour difference between him and blade. I felt the last know in my bondings give way but I didn't let it drop because he would know that there was something up. I sat there for a moment, wondering what do to, running through possible scenarios that could come of this. I knew I had to do it, or I was just going to stay down here, and he was going to torture me all he liked.
Nobody was coming for me.
Nobody cared about me.
I had to get myself out.
"Right," He sighed evilly. "Let's do the other side now shall we. Then you'll match."
With that remark, I quickly gathered up all my remaining strength and channelled it into my legs, bringing them up and forward, kicking him squarely in the stomach. I was met with a satisfying grunt as my feet connected with his torso, a grunt as he hit the floor and then a crash as something was knocked over, hopefully on him. I was surprised when the chair that I was sitting on didn't fall over backwards but I wasn't going to sit there and work out the mathematics of it now. Maybe that would come later. If there was a later for me that is.
I made my way over to the stairs as quickly as I could, trying to stay aware of him as well. I reached the stairs and made my way up as I heard something moving and I heard him scream in frustration as I burst through the door.
I didn't know where I was going, but I did know I was in my own home. Where can I hide? I thought frantically, making my way through the house, listening to sounds around me, seeing as all I could make out was shapes and colours. THE CLOSET!!!! My mind screamed at me.
I made my way to the stairs running up them as fast and quietly as I could, being careful not to trip, placing my feet in the well practised places so that the stairs didn't creak as you made your way up. I didn't hear him following me, and those stairs were loud if you didn't know how to walk up them properly. Sounds weird I know, but it's true. I quietly opened the door to the closet and slid inside, not wasting any time in sliding open the same hidden door that I had used to scare Alice.
Hopefully, this guy didn't know about this. I slid through into the sectioned off area of the closet in the bedroom and slid the door there closed quietly. The best thing about that little door was that when it was closed, you couldn't tell it was there.
I curled up in the corner, willing myself to wake up from this nightmare. I sat there and sobbed silently, wishing that this was all just a dream. He hadn't found me. This wasn't happening. There was no stalker. I was really back in Chicago with my mother and father. This hadn't happened. None of this was real.
"Oh, Edward!" I heard his slimy, voice calling me from the other side of the wall. He was in the corridor now. I think that if he knew where I was, he would plunge that knife straight through the wall and end it right here right now.
I heard the door to the bedroom open and I froze. I actually stopped breathing. I sat there, curled up in the corner of the closet, willing him to leave and go and search another room. I knew he wouldn't. Not until he had checked every inch of this one.
I heard him approach the closet and wrap his fingers around the handle. The door must have opened a fraction of an inch when it happened.
My saving grace.
"EDWARD MASEN!" A female voice screamed, followed by the slamming of the front door.
"Shit!" I heard him curse under his breath. For one terrifying moment I thought he was going to hide in the closet but I heard him running deftly to the window, open it and obviously climb out. That's how he got in and out of the house. The windows!
"EDWARD!!! YOU GET YOUR COWARDLY ARSE DOWN HERE NOW!" I had never been so happy to hear Rosalie. Even if she was in one hell of a piss with me.
I felt my way up the wall looking for something to hold onto, to pull myself up with. I found something and tugged on it lightly, making sure it was sturdy or attached to the wall. It seemed to be, so I used it to pull myself up. I actually couldn't see anything in the closet as it was pitch-black so I felt my way along the wall with my hands and didn't lift my feet off the ground as I moved along the closet.
"No Jasper, I know he's here! EDWARD!" I heard Rosalie yelling again. And Jasper was here too!
"You're right, Rose!" That was Alice. Were they all here? "His car's in the garage. He's got be here."
I could hear them walking up the stairs now. They were not being subtle about invading my home, but then again, nobody ever seemed to take my privacy into account. I found the gap between the door and the wall and I slid the door open. I heard them walking up the stairs, storming up them to my room, not really caring whether or not I was asleep obviously.
"What the- Where the fuck is he?! EDWARD FUCKING MASEN, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU! WE KNOW YOU'RE HERE!" Rosalie was positively fuming now.
"Rose, will you calm THE FUCK DOWN!" Jasper? Yelling? That was new.
I made my way across the room to where I knew the door was. I fumbled around for the door handle, finding it eventually. I grasped it and pulled the door open, catching my foot in the process and falling out into the corridor, taking a vase with me. The vase somehow smashed on the carpet and alerted the others in the house that I was in fact here. I managed to pull myself up, so that I was sitting up, leaning against the wall. Every time I moved my wrist, it burned in a way that I had never felt before. I figured it must me burn scars from where I had worked to undo the knots in the rope that had tied me to the chair.
"AHA! See, I TOLD YOU Jazz!" Rosalie sounded triumphant. The three of them came thundering down the stairs from my bedroom. "Where is he?! Where is he?!"
"Rose, calm down!" Jasper was pleading with his sister.
"No Jazz! He hurt Bella! And that was the one thing that he promised he would never do!" She was right. Maybe I deserved this for hurting Bella. "I broke his promise, and now I'm going to- OH MY GOD!!!"
I heard them running towards me, stopping and kneeling down in front of me. All I saw was a sea of blue, and I knew that whoever it was was wearing a blue outfit. Seeing as I couldn't differentiate the yellow of the blonde that Rosalie or Jasper would have I guessed that it was Alice.
"Edward?" Rosalie's voice wasn't angry anymore. It was full of……… fear? Concern? I couldn't place it. "Edward? Edward? Edward, look at me." She placed a hand either side of my face, catching the deep cut that was on the left side of my jaw. I flinched away and cried out in pain. "Oh my God!"
"I'm calling an ambulance! He needs to get to hospital!" Jasper said.
"No!" I said with as much force as I could muster. "No, no hospitals."
"Alright." Alice said. "Rose, your Dad!"
"Yeah, Jasper call Dad. Get him over here." Rosalie had taken on the role of leader, as was natural for Rosalie.
"Dad?" I heard Jasper said. I could see a fuzzy shape moving backwards and forwards, and I knew it was Jasper pacing. "Dad, we need you. Now." He paused. "No, Dad, one of our friends is really hurt." Did they still consider me a friend? Even after what I did to Bella? They couldn't do. Once this was all over they would go back to hating me. "He won't go! Dad, please." Another pause. "Yeah, its-" I heard him giving out my address. "Yeah, his name's Edward. Edward Masen."
"No," I whispered. I had to tell them now. If there was a doctor coming here he would need to look up my files. What would he say when there were no files, no background, nothing for "Edward Masen"? It was bound to raise some questions. "No." I said slightly louder.
"No what, Edward?" Rose's voice was softer now. She obviously felt bad for storming through my house when I was in this condition. "He's just telling our Dad your name so that he can check your records."
"No." I shook my head slightly. "Not……not Masen."
"What do you mean "not Masen"?" Jasper asked, sounding confused. "Hand on a second Dad. Edward, what do you mean, "not Masen"? Is Masen not your real name?" He sounded accusing now. I shook my head slowly.
"Cullen." I whispered. I gulped. "Cullen." I said it a little louder to make sure that Jasper heard it.
"Dad?" Jasper was talking to his Dad on the phone again. "Yeah, scratch the name Masen. It's Cullen. Edward Culllllohholyshit!" Jasper had figured it out. "Yeah, that's the name. How long, Dad, he's in bad shape." He paused for a moment. "Okay." I heard him snap the phone shut and he kneeled down in front of me. "Edward? Edward? You with me pal?"
"Jasper, what the hell was that about?" Rosalie was annoyed. "Swearing on the phone to our father. Why?!"
"Rose, did you not hear what Edward said his real last name was?" Silence. "Don't look at me like that Rose. You heard as well as I did. Edward's last name is not Masen."
"Why would he lie?" Alice asked, confusion lacing her voice. She ran a hand through my hair and lifted my head up, so that I could breathe properly.
"I think we've found out Edward's secret." Jasper said quietly.
"You have." Rosalie said accusingly. "I however have no idea what you're talking about."
"Me neither." Alice agreed. "And you accuse me of being cryptic, Jazz."
"Rosalie, Alice." I could imagine him looking between the two of them. "His secret………he's Edward Cullen."
I heard intakes of breath from both the girls, as it clicked in their minds.
That was the last thing I heard before I succumbed to darkness, yet again.
So,
Edward's secret is out!
How will Emmett and Bella take it.
Remember, Emmett has always has something against Edward Cullen.
Will he still feel the same.
Please review and I might update soon
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