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24. MISUNDERSTANDING
As I passed the strange trees on my way to the house, I suddenly felt eerie. And uncomfortable of the atmosphere even though I'm inside the car.
Something tells me that there's something going to happen today. Even though I felt a little uneasy, I still went to the house. When I got to the house, I saw two cars parked there. I froze. One car was silver and the other was black but from the design of the car, I could tell it was familiar. I wondered who was it. But deep inside of me, I think I need to run away.
When I stepped out of the car, I smelled the scent of... vampires. Shit.
What the hell am I suppose to do? Run or do something! The scent was so familiar that I think I'm going to faint. It can't be. They're already here.
Renesmee. My daughter is home... with her father.
Bella Swan
I panicked, not knowing what to do. Should I go inside or run away? I'm not a coward and never will be. But this is Edward we're talking about and I don't have the guts to look at him after a decade of leaving him. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down my fears. I could hear Renesmee's voice in the house and I immediately knew that they knew I'm here.
My panic started to increase, realizing that Edward's looking at the window by now, without me noticing.
Bella, my conscience told me. This is it. Stop being a chicken and get over it.
I took a deep breath again and took a step forward, calling Renesmee's name. I could hear her heartbeat got faster when she knew that I'm here.
"Oh my god," I heard Renesmee said as I made my way to the door. "Mom knows I'm here."
"She knows you're here because she must have smelled your scent and us." I heard a tingly, high, musical voice that I thought I won't be ever hearing anymore. Alice.
I opened the door, glad that it was open, and stopped when I saw seven vampires there, all looking at me. Their faces were shocked, happy, content, nervous, anger and disbelief. I think if I was still human, I would faint at the sight and be brought to the hospital if I can. I tried not to do anything rash, and it's like de ja vu again. I remembered ten years ago when I went out hunting and when I came back, I saw the same vampires here in this very room with my daughter. Only, this wasn't the situation right now.
The silence was getting awkward and I looked over at Alice... or Emmett, for a second, wondering if whether he or she will break the little silence that's enveloping us. But it wasn't them. It was Renesmee. I knew she hated silence ever since she was born because she's uncomfortable with it.
"Mom," Renesmee whispered, nodding a little but her eyes were glued to the floor. I couldn't speak, my voice was stuck inside my throat.
"Re-Renesmee..." I stuttered, my eyes also glued to my shoes. I used my hair was as a curtain from them seeing me. But they can see pass it.
No one said anything... I felt the strongest de ja vu all over again. But, for a few seconds, I felt the odd comfort and the nervousness inside me was gone. I remembered Jasper.
I looked at Jasper, but not really directly to him. I wasn't sure how to react. Do I have to be angry, sad, happy...? But I think I know that all of the emotions are centered on me. I felt almost numb, as if my body wasn't already frozen, it's just that... I can't believe what's happening right now.
I could see Renesmee shifting uncomfortably at her spot, looking at everybody. I saw her shot a pleading look at someone and when I looked at the direction where Renesmee's looking at - I saw Edward. I felt a little gasp in me when I looked at his perfect form.
He was still the same. His reddish brown hair was a mess but it was a cut a little shorter. No human could see the difference but I can. His face was still beautiful and angelic as the last time I saw him. But his face was very nervous and I have a feeling that he doesn't know what to do.
"Mom?" I heard Renesmee said again. When I looked at her, she was not looking at the ground anymore. Instead she was staring directly at me.
Then I happened to look at the woman that I thought I would also never see again. She was gleaming with joy, and clinging to Jasper's side as Jasper was holding her still as she hopped a little. It was so like Alice Cullen. She was still the same too.
I could hear the TV still on and my eyes swift to the person who's using it. Emmett. He turned the volume down at least. Emmett was one of the people here in this room who wasn't very tensed. Aside from Alice. I remembered Emmett's wife, Rosalie. Where is she?
From the corner of my eye, I saw someone with long golden hair and I immediately knew who was it. I don't have to look who is it. Carlisle and Esme were also here, they were beside Edward. Then
before I could say anything about what's happening, a shadow was already in front of me. All was shocked, including me.
"Bella," Alice said, taking my hand. I stared down at our hands.
"Uh, Alice," Emmett said in an uncomfortable but defensive voice. "I think that's not a good thing to do right now."
Alice looked over her shoulder, narrowing her golden eyes. "I don't see her attacking me or something, Em." Alice snapped back at Emmett. Emmett shrugged but didn't let down his defensive form. Jasper was still controlling me but I don't want to be controlled.
Alice stared at me again but kept a safe distance.
I finally found my voice. "W-Wh-What are you doing h-here?" I stuttered. Of course I already know why they're here, but I want to know why they decided to come. After all what I've done. Leaving them without saying good bye and never accepting, or even forgiving them.
Then Renesmee was beside Alice. "I already told you Mom---" She protested, getting a little impatient that I asked that question which she knows that I already know.
"That's not what I meant, Renesmee." I told her in a cold voice. And that distracted me. "Why did you leave, Renesmee? How could you do this to me? I was in the verge of breaking down when I found out that the vampire Victoria - and her army - is coming here in Forks and when I came back at the house, I only saw a letter!" I exclaimed.
Renesmee's face was unreadable and expressionless but I could tell from the stiffness of her jaw that she was trying to be brave. She crossed her arms. "Mom... of course I left a letter! There's no way you'll allow me if I asked permission to get the Cullens. Be serious for just once." She told me.
I heard Emmett chuckle and my anger was racing - Jasper was trying to control the atmosphere - but I was thankful when I heard a slap and saw that Rosalie was towering over her husband on the sofa, giving him a look to shut the hell up.
"Whatever, Mom." Renesmee said, her voice cold as ice. I was taken aback of the coldness of her voice. She hasn't spoken to me like this. But before I could scold her or anything, someone interrupted me.
"Bella," It was Rosalie's voice... it was her. Rosalie was the only member in the Cullen family that, well, doesn't like me even in the tiniest bit. She doesn't accept me to be a Cullen, and that hurts at first. "What are you even saying? Your daughter flew a thousand miles from Forks to get us so that we could help you defeat the army that Victoria has created and you're just going to say 'what are you doing here'?" She snapped at me. "And you won't even listen to your daughter!"
"Rosalie," Esme scolded Rosalie's manners. Rosalie snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. And also, her husband Emmett was agreeing with their mother figure.
I didn't say anything but kept my ground. How dare she?
Well, how dare you too? Oh no. My stupid conscience is back! I shoved the little voice away from me and focused on what's happening.
I took a deep breath. "I appreciate that you want to help but--"
"But what, Mom?" Renesmee cut, narrowing her eyes at me. "You know the wolves and us can't do it. We need company and help." Renesmee told me.
"And experts," Emmett smirked, glancing at Jasper. I looked at them curiously.
I took another deep breath. "Alright, thank you... for helping us. This really means a lot to us." And from the corner of my eye, I saw Edward's perfect lips smiled a little.
Renesmee Masen
Now I was getting a little annoyed at my mother even though she finally gave up. I was sitting between Emmett and Rosalie. I sighed. The two couples. The two are very different, I don't know why they got married, but oh well. Emmett was staring at the TV, focused while Rosalie was totally interested. Of course, what kind of girl likes football? I mean, their are other girls out there that loves football but with Rosalie - that would be a no.
At the other room, Carlisle, Edward, Mom and Jasper were talking intently... making strategies. I heard Mom talking to Jacob that the leader of the pack and a few others will come here and have a meeting with the Cullens. If... Jacob can force them to meet up with the Cullens.
I was looking at the TV, with no interest at all. Alice and Esme were unpacking the clothes upstairs. It was good that the house was big and there were many rooms for the Cullens to stay in.
From the other room, I heard them whispering to one another, figuring out strategies. I was getting really bored when I heard Rosalie made a disgusting noise.
"Ugh," She spat. "The mutt is here." She said. I sniffed the air but it was a little faint and I could guess that they were kilometers away from the house. Rosalie's senses were much stronger.
"He's not alone." I heard the soft voice from the door in the other room. It was Edward, he was staring intently at the door.
I shrugged. "Well, I'm glad that he survived the wrath of his pack." I mumbled. Then before I was on the door, Mom beat me up to it. She opened the door and I could see Jacob and several pack members beside him. They were all massive but I'm glad that they had shirts.
"Jake," Mom murmured, narrowing her eyes at him. She was a little surprised when she called Jacob's phone and he answered it. She thought that he was still gone and now he's back. She must have been suspecting that our arrival and Jacob's arrival are the same.
"Bella," Jacob nodded, looking around the room. He stopped at me and I looked away, blushing mad. When I looked back at Jacob, he nodded saying, "Ness,"
"Ness?" Mom asked, glaring at him while crossing her arms. "Do you have something to tell me Jacob? And you too, Renesmee?" She said, glaring at the both of us. Emmett chuckled at the scene.
"Um..." I muttered. "Can we talk about this later?"
Mom didn't answer but looked at the pack. "Please come in, Sam." She told the taller one, next to Jacob. This Sam guy was the leader, I suppose.
Sam nodded and stared at his fellow members, giving them a look to come in. The others were unsure, and their faces were disgusted by the smell. Rosalie looked like she was going to puke or something. And the others too. Jasper was looking intently at the pack coming in, like Jasper was prepared to fight.
"Welcome," Carlisle said, stepping in front of him but I could tell that his step was measured. "I'm Carlisle Cullen, the leader of the Cullen Clan, and I'm very glad that you came here to stop this chaos."
Sam nodded. "You're welcome. From now on, we stand as allies, not enemies."
"Yes," Carlisle agreed.
"But are you still aware of the treaty?" Sam said, his voice still impassive.
"We never forget about the treaty, of course." Carlisle replied.
They discussed a little about the treaty and things before they got back to business. Then I heard light footsteps coming down from the stairs.
"Ew, why does it smell like wet dog here?" I heard Alice complained. Then when she saw the sight of the pack, her mouth fell open. "Why are you all here? And why haven't I seen this?!" She screeched that it kind of hurt my ears.
"Alice... tone down your voice." Esme said, shaking her head in disapproval.
"Bu-But--" Alice replied.
"Alice, honey," Carlisle said this time. "You can't see pass wolves and Renesmee because they're not one of us, remember?"
"I know," Alice whined. "It's just the first time and I'm not used to it." I could see from the corner of my eye that Mom and Dad were, like, across the room from each other. I frowned at that. One of the reasons I went to the Cullen is -
I stopped myself, remembering that Edward is here in the room. And I was so far away from Mom for her to shield me. Edward tilted his head to the side, his eyes on my face. I tried my best to ignored it and I succeded.
"Renesmee," Mom said. "I think you should go Grandpa's house. I mean, you don't need to hear this."
"But, Mom!" I complained. "I have the right to know the plan too!"
"Renesmee's right, Bella." Edward said. Mom flinched when he said her name. "But, Renesmee, your Mom's right too... you don't need to hear this. We're just going to tell you if something's happened."
"But I want to help," I said, emphasizing the word.
"You are already helping us, honey." Mom replied, using the soft tone in her voice.
I narrowed my eyes. "Yeah, like what? Just staring at nothing while things are going to get bad?"
"Things are not going to get bad, Renesmee." Edward answered, completely sure of what he's saying.
"Well that's great," I muttered. "Now, my parents are together and ganging up on me." I know that they heard me but I simply don't care. I grabbed my bag and grabbed my keys that Mom placed on the drawer.
"I'm going to Grandpa's. Just call me when you guys are not planning anymore." I grumbled and went outside, not bothering to say good bye because of my anger.
"She's so stubborn like you, Bella," I heard Emmett said when I was in my car.
I took a deep breath and gunned the enging yelling, "I heard the Emmett!" before going to Grandpa's house. I know that they could hear me and Mom's probably going to tell Grandpa Charlie that I'm visiting.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
I went to Grandpa's house while they kicked me out of the house. I mean, why the hell would they do that? I know I'm half-human but I'm still a vampire. I hate people treating me like shit.
I parked my car in front of the house and get out of the car. I locked the car and went jogging to the door, pulling my hoodie up. I was glad when I was on the porch now, and I knocked on the door. I heard Charlie's loud boots and in less than ten seconds, the door opened.
"Hey, Renesmee!" Charlie said, opening his arms. I hesitated but wrapped my arms around him.
"Hey, Grandpa, I miss you." I told him. I wonder what Mom told Grandpa Charlie when I ran away. Oh shit. Bad idea to come here.
"You okay, though Renesmee? Your Mom told me that you got a nasty sickness." He said, observing me.
I blinked a little. "Uh, yeah. I did. I'm just glad that it's over." I said, lying.
"Well, come on in." Grandpa unblocked the door so that I could come in. It was warm here inside Grandpa's house and it's comfy. He's place was still the same and I'm glad. "Why's your Mom not here with you, anyway? She just told me that you're coming here."
Well, shit. I'm not really good in lying so my back was to him. "We have visitors."
"Really? Who are the visitors?" Charlie asked. Wow, can't Grandpa just believe me?
"Yeah, she invited a few friends for a reunion. The visitors are from Alaska." There you go. I said to many information right now.
"Oh," Charlie said. Then I sat at the couch and leaned back. Charlie went to the kitchen and my eyes were drooping a little from being tired.
"I only have pizza here, Renesmee," Charlie yelled from the kitchen. "Are you okay with that?"
"Yeah, I'm okay with that Charlie!" I replied, yelling.
"Okay, I'm just gonna heat it up in the microwave." Charlie answered. While I was waiting, I dug my iPod from the bag and turned it on, not caring what song I played. Because... I really need a distraction.
Okay, that's definitely a good distraction since it's not the case right now. I'm just so angry that they would do that to me!
When the song ended, I saw Grandpa Charlie had two plates of Pizza both on his hands. I smiled and helped him set it up on the table before us. We chatted a little while Charlie asked me about my sickness. I cursed myself mentally for even running away. Now what am I going to tell Grandpa? So, I told him that I don't know much about my sickness. Way to go, Renesmee. That I was so sick that I didn't even bother asking Mom about what kind of sickness do I have. But I'm glad that Charlie gave up asking questions and turned into random things. Random things I can handle but when it comes to lying... I'm out of there.
I bit the last piece of the pizza but I was still hungry. I haven't been eating animal blood for, like, a week. I made a mental note to hunt tonight.
"So, Grandpa," I said, looking around. "You haven't shown my the whole house yet... you don't mind though?" I asked quickly, concerned that he might be angry at me for asking such rude questions.
When I looked at Grandpa Charlie's face, he was not angry but he looks excited. "No, it's okay Renesmee." Then Charlie stood up, looking around, debating whether he would start.
"How 'bout you, Ren? Where would you like to start?" Charlie said.
I scowled, deep in thought. I shrugged saying, "I don't know. Maybe Mom's room?" I asked.
Charlie chuckled. "Don't say anything about this to your Mom." He demanded, staring at me jokingly.
I smiled, nodding. "She would be estatic when she finds about this."
Charlie led me up to the stairs, I was a little bit nervous and at the same time excited to see Mom's old room. I want to know what's inside there unless.... Grandpa turned it into a storage room.
"Um, you didn't turn Mom's room into a storage room, did you Grandpa?" I asked, biting my lip.
Charlie chuckled. "No. That would make me a bad father for doing that to my only daughter's bedroom." I laughed along with him. Then I saw the first door on the left and Charlie opened the door. It was a little bit dusty I could tell. I could smell it. It's like it hasn't been touched for at least a few years.
The bed the first thing that you can see and also two windows. One beside the bed and the other was on the corner. It has violet sheets and there were many decorations on the wall. Though, the windows where shut tight, like it hasn't been used more than a decade. I slapped myself mentally.
Of course, it hasn't been used for almost two decades, loser.
"Whoa," was all I could say. Charlie chuckled beside me. But when I was about to step inside the room, I heard a loud shrill dowstairs. The telephone.
"Uh, excuse me, Renesmee." Charlie muttered. He didn't let me answer, but I simply didn't care. I heard Grandpa Charlie's footsteps downstairs. I heard him pick up the phone in the kitchen. I know it would be rude to eavesdrop so I continued to step inside the room. The wooden floor creaked when I stepped and I made a mental note that I should walk lightly. Thank God, I'm not that heavy and I'm a half-vampire so that I'm graceful enough.
I looked around, absorbing the scene before me. This was where Mom used to sleep, do her homework, and do something. And... well, I know that this is appropriate for me to think... but I guess this is where Mom and Dad first had sex. I cringed when I thought about the word. And... I remembered from Alice saying that Edward (also known as my father) always visit Bella (my mother) at night when they were together. I kind of think that it was cute. . . but to other people, they think it's disgusting.
Then I heard Charlie running and I coudl hear his heart.
Thump thump thump thump thump
I bet it was a little faster than mine since he's old and he's running upstairs. "Renesmee!" I heard him yell.
I was taken aback. "Yeah, Grandpa Charlie?" I used my soft voice so, if anything bad happens... he would know that I'm not affected.
Charlie was panting when he saw me. "I gotta pick up something in the hardware store. It would take twenty minutes to get there if you walk. So I'll take the truck so that it will only be less than fifteen minutes. But I guess since it's already late... I think it would be best -- " I quickly interrupted him.
I shook my head. "No, it's okay Grandpa. I would like to stay here until you get back. I want to see Mom's rooms and her stuffs." I said, hesitating if that's okay to state. "If that's okay with you," I added.
Charlie nodded. "Sure, Renesmee. Whatever you want. Are you sure about that, though?" He asked me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
"It's okay, Grandpa. You can trust me with the house." Then I became playful, turning my voice into a dark, teasing tone. "Unless... you're thinking about me throwing a party here."
Charlie cracked a smile but didn't laugh. Though, he snorted. I think he knows that I can't do that and he knows that I don't actually have friends here in Forks. "Yeah, right." He rolled his eyes and I giggled at the sight of my grandfather rolling his brown eyes. "I'll be back as soon as possible." He added and I followed him downstairs. Grandpa Charlie gave me the keys to the house and asked me if I have handled a house on my own. I answered him by saying that he doesn't know what I've been always doing. I'm glad that Charlie didn't question what I meant about that.
"You should probably call your Mom... that you might be late or something." Charlie said as he stepped out into the twilight atmosphere.
I snorted. "Don't worry, Grandpa. Mom will not worry. She's busy handling the visitors. She won't mind." I replied, smiling like an idiot. Charlie's eyes crinkled at the sides and bid me a good bye before leaving me with his house. I closed the front door and proceed to come up stairs and go to Mom's bedroom.
I went to the window in the corner and tried to open it. It was a rusty so I can only managed to open it a little. But I could see the outside, at least.
I sighed and started observing the pictures. They were all covered in cobwebs and I brushed it away, not caring if there are spiders. There was a picture of some woman on the desk beside Mom's bed. She had her arm wrapped around a large man. She has short brownish blonde hair and has blue eyes. She was smiling at the picture. Who is she? But suddenly, it struck me.
This was my grandmother, Renée.
I think my jaw just dropped. Okay... I looked at the next picture. There were pictures of two boys and a picture of a group of friends. Okay, who the hell are these two boys?
I shook my head and continued on looking at the other pictures. When I gave up looking at the pictures, I proceed on looking at the books. They were all classic books. Shakespear, Brönte, Austen and other beautiful and creative authors in the old days. Wow, my mom really loves the old days.
When I was about to sit on the bed, I lost my balance and tripped on a book lying on the floor and landed on the floor. Because the floor was woodened and old, my foot got stuck on the floorboards. I groaned.
"Oh great," I muttered. Now, Grandpa's really going to kill me when he saw this. I lifted my feet from the old, dusty floorboards, but when I moved my feet, I felt something shuffled under my foot. My eyes widened, knowing that there must be a rat or snake under there and my foot is in it too!
I shrieked and quickly pull leg away from the floorboards. I gasped when I noticed that nothing was in there. But some... things. I was confused and because of my curiosity, I ripped the little amount of the wooden floorboards so that I could get the things.
I coughed when the dust hit my nose. I gathered the things in my hand and placed it on the floor. I would just cover the hole later. There were pictures, a CD, and two plane tickets. I glanced at them, feeling confused.
Then, when I observed the pictures, I gasped. This was the picture of my mom and dad. The picture was very old and I I was really shocked. Why the hell is it here? I scanned the other things that I found and I picked up the tickets. They were tickets to Jacksonville. Then I was staring at the CD.
It was an old CD, I could tell. It must have been more than eighteen years. I know this would not work. . . but I know that Mom kept an old CD player, and I'm hoping right now that it would still be here. I looked at my wristwatch. Charlie won't be back for at least ten minutes.
I gathered the things in my hands and went downstairs in vampire speed. I searched for my bag and placed the things inside the bag, hurrying up a little when I remembered about the hole on the floorboards beside Mom's old bed.
I'm not stealing anything, actually. I bet Charlie doesn't even know about it. I mean, why would he placed the things under the floor? I went back upstairs, searching for something so that I could cover the hole. I saw a rag and that's perfect. I know that Charlie hasn't been coming inside my mom's room for a long time. . . So I bet he won't notice the rag. I placed the rag on the medium-sized hole and sighed. I looked at my wristwatch again and in the nick of time, I heard car tires in the driveway. I actually heard it from the window - well, shit. The window.
I went quickly to the window, peeking a little bit, making sure that Charlie wasn't looking so that I could shut the damn window. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that he wasn't looking. I gracefully - and quietly - shut the window and made my way out of the room, shutting the door behind me as I left.
I heard the door open when I was in the middle of the stairs and Charlie was at the hallway. Charlie saw me and smiled. He had a package with him under his right arm. I know that it would be really rude if I asked what's inside of that box.
"Hey, Renesmee." Charlie greeted. I smiled at him and waved half-heartedly.
"Um... Mom just called and she told that I should go home right now," I lied, shrugging.
"Oh," Charlie said, his face dropping a little. "Okay... I thought that you would be bored here... but oh well, I guess your Mom's probably worried about you." You have no idea, Grandpa Charlie.
"Uh... so I gotta go, Grandpa. It was really fun talking to you!" I said and went to grab my bag from the living room couch. I hugged Charlie and whispered a good bye to him. He told me to take care and watch down the road.
When I didn't see the Charlie's house anymore, I sighed and looked at my bag. I was so anxious to see what's on the CD. If it's about music, a movie or a TV series. I really wanted so badly to see it.
When I was on the driveway of my house, I could still see the lights opened and I could see the inside of our house. Though, there were light and thin curtains to cover a little of the inside of the house. I parked my car and grabbed my bag, focusing on thinking about wanting to help.
Okay, so I was now distracted. I would really want to help. I don't want to feel weak, like they treat me like a fragile glass. No, this is my decision and my life. If I die, who cares? I died because I know that I was protecting and saving my mother.
I got out of the car, but when I was about to come inside the house, it was already opened. Esme opened it for me.
"Renesmee," She said softly, smiling lovingly. I actually noticed that Esme's a very nice, very loving woman. She cares for everyone and believe that people make mistakes and behind those mistakes were reasons.
"Good evening," I said back, softly as I could. I don't want my voice turn harsh on her.
She let me in and I sniffed the air. I could only smell Esme's scent but not the others. I looked around and saw maps, pencils, books and other unfamiliar things are on a table. I jumped when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
"Sorry," Esme said apologetically. "They're not here. They went to a clearing several kilometres away from Forks."
"Why are they there?" I asked, curious.
Then I saw Esme's face worried a little before composing it. I wonder why. "They're preparing and practicing for the battle. Alice is looking for the future and she said that it will only be a week." So, that's why Esme's worried. Of course she's worried. She has a family and me with mom, including. She doesn't want anyone to get hurt.
A week.
"The wolves?" I asked, remembering Jacob. "Are they with them?"
Esme nodded.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
I stared at the scene before me in the balcony. It was already ten in the evening and they are still not here. I found out that Esme insisted on staying because she can't bear to look at them, acting violent. But she told me that she would join them after she's settled down. I also looked for the old CD player that we have and I had it on the bed. It was cold tonight, colder than I expected.
I sighed and went to the bed, shutting the balcony door behind me. I hopped into bed and grabbed my bag, looking for the CD. I opened the case and put the CD in the player. I had my fingers cross, hoping that it would work.
Then a few seconds later, I heard a soft sound.
YES!!!
The first song that played was very familiar though. Like, I've heard about it before. I listened to it harder, trying to figure out where I had heard this song before. The music was so beautiful, so classic, so original and so. . . familiar.
I gasped, figuring out where I had hurt it.
I remembered that it used to be the song that Mom hummed to me while I tried to sleep and when I get nightmares as a child.
It's a lullaby. But. . . how is it all connected?
Then I heard a soft knock on the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
"It's Esme, dear." I heard her voice behind the door. I stopped the music and put it at the floor.
"Yes?" I said. Then the door opened. Esme was already at my side but she wasn't on the bed.
"May I sit?" She asked.
"Of course," I said, smiling at her.
"I heard you listening to a song..." Esme started. "Actually, a composition. It's Edward's compositions."
Okay, rewind and freeze. What?! So I finally understand right now. But before I could think of any possibilities and reasons why would it end up on the floorboard on Mom's bedroom, Esme interrupted.
"Did Edward gave you a CD of his compositions?" Esme asked.
I was still frozen about this information but I shook my head. "No, I found it on Mom's room."
Esme raised her eyebrow. "Really?"
I nodded.
"I knew from Edward that the first composition on the CD was your Mom's lullaby." Esme said.
My eyes were wide open. I was really in shock right now. "Oh,"
"Okay," Esme said. "I think it's really late and you should go to sleep right now. I hope I didn't mind you, though." Esme's face was masking a concern look.
I shook my head. "No, you're not disturbing me. It's okay... Esme." I felt a little uncomfortable calling her by her name. I wasn't sure what to say. . . either to call her Grandma or Esme.
Esme rolled her eyes. "I'm so happy that you're not calling me Grandma." I was confused, Esme saw it on my face. "Because it makes me feel like I'm a grandma... Well, I am but... you get it." Esme chuckled nervously. I laughed with her.
Esme said good night and told me that everything will be okay tomorrow.
But that made me think a lot of things.
Jacob. He and the pack are going to get hurt too. I just hope that things will get better.
And I have to think of some way to convince my parents and my family that I want to help them.
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