Our Sweet Bella

Chapter 21

Author Notes: After so many requests and I couldn't decide to write for this chapter I have decided to bring in the Cullen's in this Chapter, originally the Cullen's weren't going to meet up with Bella for another four Chapters but I have decided that Chapter 23 will be when one Cullen meets Bella, but which Cullen will it be. This is Bella's 18th Birthday. Sorry for the very long update, life is still very hectic and I'm writing slowly instead of writing one chapter at once. By next week though I should be able to be a bit more regular with m

Alice's POV

It had been nearly ten years since my family had abandoned the one thing that truly brought seven UN dead people back to life, Bella had breathed her life in to this family and she took it with her when we left her in Boston. She was my baby sister and it's hard to think that my little sister is a teenager and was having a whole life that I was missing. I constantly thought about Bella remembering the short five years that she was part of this family.

Now she was gone the whole family was mourning her loss, Esme and Carlisle wanted their daughter back wanted to hold her in their arms again, tuck her in to bed and read her a bed time story. It was the same thing for Rosalie because in her mind Bella was her second chance and for a short time Bella was that second chance and quite frequently she asked me to look for Bella in my visions, looking how she was and if she was happy. It took a while but I think that Bella actually was happy and was living in a new town with a new family. But it was rather hard to see her future at times and sometimes I couldn't see at all.

One event was approaching and it was something that needed to be celebrated if not with Bella but from afar, as in two weeks my baby sister would be turning eighteen. I had spent ages deciding what would be the perfect present for her, besides the masses of clothes and shoes I had already brought her, you didn't need to be a psychic to know that Bella was probably still handicapped when it came to fashion and without my helpful hand it probably had gotten worse and he birthday was the perfect time to update her wardrobe and a perfect excuse for me to go shopping.

I thought most of my family had forgotten that it was going to be Bella's birthday and the thought made me sad, that someone who was a big part of our lives, no matter how short, how could they have been forgotten. But if forgotten how her presence could still be felt ten years on, the hole that had emerged when we left Bella was still there and was building a barrier in our family that was only increasing with time.

Rosalie and Emmett barely came home anymore, thanks to the fact that Rosalie won't be in the same room as Edward since the incident and won't speak his name. Even though Rosalie never forgot Bella and constantly talked about her and asked me to check up on her, Rosalie never went back to get Bella, she knew that none of us would stop her, but yet she left Bella to her life. I knew this was even though she hated what had happened because part of her knew that it was inevitable, that Bella's life moved on when ours' never would, because she knew the risks of a human being part of our world and she wasn't willing to take the risk.

My fears of no one remembering Bella's birthday were put to rest two weeks before the big day. I walked in the dining room and Rosalie was bent over a load of brochures, she and Emmett had come back for a visit, after practical death threats from Esme. I sat down next to her and picked up one of the brochures.

"Another car Rose, didn't you just buy one?" I asked confused, she was like usual looking at the top makes, one thing about this family we never worried about money.

"It's not for me," Rosalie said jotting down a couple of addresses of car dealerships. "Don't tell me you forgot what is happening in two weeks." I smiled and shook my head.

"Of course I didn't forget, I thought you did like the rest of the family has,"

"Bella is turning eighteen, of course I didn't forget. If I can't celebrate with her then I want to get her the perfect present for her." That was the same thing I had been thinking, something that will tell Bella that we are thinking of her. "I thought that every eighteen year old needs a good car, not some crappy truck that is barely running." Rosalie shuddered at the thought of Bella driving that truck like I do.

"What are you getting her?" Rosalie asked.

"I had the perfect present all planned out until the Webbers beat me to it," I said upset the fact that the present I wanted to get I wouldn't be able to get her, I wanted to buy her a piano, a brand new beautiful piano, which I knew she'd love but the Webbers were getting her a used piano, which was rather small and not as grand as the one I was looking at.

"So what are you getting her?"

"It's nothing that she can use now and it's nothing that is fun, but is practical and will save her a hell of a lot of money, I have put a trust fund in her name, that will put her through any university of her choice and enough for post graduate courses." I knew that Bella really wanted to go to Princeton or Yale University so I made my trust fund large enough to allow her to go to these schools without worrying about having a massive student loan.

"Alice that's amazing present, but don't you think it's to much, your putting my crappy car to shame, as I'm sure you also brought her a load of clothes." Rosalie knew me to well.

"Look at it as more of a joint gift, from the rest of the family." At that moment Edward walked in and Rosalie grabbed her brochures and stormed out the room refusing to even look at Edward.

"You would have thought Rosalie would have gotten over it by now," Edward said trying to keep conversation. Even though I talked to Edward unlike Rosalie our relationship was never the same again, I think part of me still blames him and I'm finding it hard to forgive him. So our conversations were usually pointless small talk and awkward silences and even though I hated our relationship was like this, it was unbelievably hard to reconnect like we did before the incident.

"Edward, Rosalie is known to keep a grudge for decades never mind a few years, after what happened don't be surprised if she never speaks to you again," but with Esme the mother of all guilt trips it might be sooner than expected when Esme guilt's Rosalie to talking and treating him like a brother again.

"I know but I hate that our family is like this and I know it's my fault, but how can I fix it if no one speaks to me." I knew that all Edward wanted was things to go back to the way things were but he had to know that this may be impossible.

"Edward I know you want to fix this but that may be impossible, something like that can't be swept under the rug and forgotten about, the damage is already done and last time I checked none of us can go back in time and change it, so you have to deal with the consequences and give us time, I know this isn't what you want to hear but that is the hard cold truth." Edward was quiet for a moment probably taking in the information I gave and his eyes were tense.

"So what were you and Rosalie looking at?" I knew Edward wanted anything to change the subject and that he really didn't care what we were looking at but I decided to humour him with it.

"Bella's eighteenth birthday is coming up and we were discussing possible gift ideas." Edward visibly flinched when I said Bella's name.

"What are you getting her?" Edward asked.

"Rosalie wants to get her a new car and I decided to give her something she really needs, so I've set up a trust fund that pays for any university she wishes to attend and enough for her to live and eat while she's there." Edward was quiet for a moment. Next moment Edward got out his check book.

"Let me pay half it will be a present from both of us." I didn't know if this money is out of guilt or if he really wanted to help me get Bella a great gift but I didn't care, so I nodded and smiled.

"That's a great idea," I said simply.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Bella's POV

Today was my eighteenth birthday, something I was dreading, I know most people think that birthdays are a big deal but not with me, but I didn't see the whole big deal with all the drama. I guess the presents are nice and the cake, but I didn't want presents I wanted people to act like it was no big deal, like it was another day because it really was. I knew the Webbers were wanting to throw me a party but after ages of pleading I was able to erase the stupid idea from their heads, but they were still wanting to have a meal with the family and friends, so now I was going to be having a night full of Mike and Jacob throwing death glares at each other and coughed insults at each others expense, sounded really fun.

As I got ready I had a flood of text messages:

Text Jacob Black: Hey Bells happy birthday, hope you have a good day, what am saying it's your birthday and your going to school, that must suck, anyway can't wait to see you tonight, please don't emotional ages are so hard to remember but if you sulk tonight I may have to knock of a few years. See you tonight Jacob xx

Since that day at the beach me and Jacob had gotten really close, he was my best friend next to Angela that was, he was currently teaching me how to ride a motor bike it was so much fun, minus the few trips to the emergency room, I was getting pretty good.

The other text message was from Mike:

Hey Baby, happy birthday, can't wait to see you today, hope you have a good day. I Love you Mike xxx

I stared at Mike's message and I couldn't believe that he said that he loved me and also how tacky to say it on a text message what ever happened to the in person love declarations. I was hoping that it meant nothing it was a mistake and just another way to say goodbye but was it normal to say it on all text messages. Mike and I had been dating for about ten months now after the many times he asked me out I decided to throw him a bone and said yes when he asked to the prom. It turned out to be a great night. It was going well and I liked him a lot, but I just knew that I didn't live him, not that I know how it feels to love someone, but I could tell that I didn't love Mike yet.

After I got ready I heard the door bell rang so I went to answer it. A guy was standing there holding a clip board.

"Excuse me but I have a delivery for Isabella Cullen." The guy asked.

"That's me," I answered wondering who was sending me stuff.

"Well these are your and enjoy." The guy put something in my hand when I signed his clip board. I didn't look at what I was holding until went. I uncurled my hands and stared at the keys in my hands. I looked up and there was a car in my drive way with a huge pink bow on it. It was a silver Mercedes I couldn't believe it, it was beautiful.

"Hey Bella, who was at the door?" Angela said walking down the stairs coming to join me at the door; I couldn't speak so I pointed at the car. "Wow it's gorgeous, you lucky bitch." I laughed she sounded so surprised, like she didn't know that I was getting it.

"Oh Angela, your parents shouldn't have." Even though I loved the gift, how could I accept something like this?

"Bella, my parents didn't buy you this, we were going to give you our present at the dinner tonight," Angela said to my surprise. But if they didn't buy me the present who did, who loved me that much to buy me a car. I studied the keys for a moment before Angela stole them of me and ran towards the car, I quickly joined her. The inside smelled exactly like a new car. "This must have cost a fortune." Angela mumbled as she looked through the compartments.

"I know but who would buy me a new car." I said. Angela pulled out a note out of the glove compartment, which said, look in the boot.

We both jumped out of the car and ran to the boot. The moment I opened it, it was filled with shopping bags. The shopping bags were of designer clothes and I couldn't believe it, they loved me, they actually did love me.

"Holy crap, this is amazing," Angela said pulling out a bag. "Oh my god it's Louie Vuitton." I looked at her confused.

"Louie who?"

"You don't know Louie Vuitton; he's a world famous designer, every girl wants a Vuitton bag, Jessica is going to be so jealous." Angela said carrying on through all the bags from Gucci, Dolce and cabana, Vivienne Westwood and so many more, I hadn't heard of half these designers. "I wonder who it's from."

"All these clothes can only be from one person, Alice Cullen." I smiled at the thought that she thought of me and remembered my birthday.

"You mean the family you used to live with," Angela could tell I was still sensitive about that subject. "Wow she really went all out."

"You never met Alice this is her holding back, a lot," I laughed at the memory of when we went to New York a few months before they left me, Alice and Rosalie took me shopping and Alice ended up of filling up two cars full of bags in half a day of shopping. Angela then passed me a car. I opened it tentatively and read it.

Dearest Bella:

Just a few small things to remember that we still care for you and love you and we are always thinking of you. Remember that you're always in our hearts. Hope that you have a good life.

Love from your family

I smiled at the letter and the traitor tears that fell the one's I promised I'd never cry over the Cullen's again, but with a few words all my feelings came back. I passed Angela the card and she passed me another envelope. What was inside was the details for a bank account that enclosed enough money to get me through college I gasped loudly and was shaking. Enough to send me to Ivy League, like I wanted to go to, but how did they know this about me, how did they know where I lived now? Then another note was joined.

Now you can go to the school of your dreams.

And that was all it said.