This chapter is short, sorry. But it introduced the new character. Enjoy!!

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Chapter Twenty-Six

The Johnson Family, the funeral, and the New Guy
(A/N: lol, I'm not giving away the guy in the title, sorry)

I was dressed up in all black, standing on a plot of land where Tiffany Johnson was about to be buried in. The U.S. government would not allow Tiffany's body to be flown back to England so that she could be buried there. So instead she was being buried here.

Her family arrived the night before the funeral. I couldn't say much about the Johnson family expect…clueless….and bubbly. Mr. Johnson was a short pulp man who kept telling me how his daughter was a sweetheart. Hah, Tiffany was nothing of a sweetheart. He clearly spoiled her. And her mum (A/N: I say mum instead of mom. No I am not English though I did live there for three years, bro was born there. So yeah, I do speak with a British accent if you talk to me) was bubbly and just as clueless. Along with Tiffany's aunts who came. All of them…bubbly and clueless! They cooed over Frances who cried a few times because they scared him. And they all giggled over Edward, how handsome he was (he is), how strong he was (he is), and how he should have married Tiffany! WHAT?!

Flashback

"Chill Bella," Alice said, touching my shoulder as I fumed in the kitchen.

"How can I?!" I said, pacing still. "They…they…"

"I know," Alice said softly.

"How can they NOT see what their daughter was?" I asked her.

"People only see what they want to see," Alice said, looking at the floor.

"People never look beyond their noses," I snapped, pacing still.

Alice shrugged. Just them Rosalie entered.

"I just now remember why I hated the Johnson family," Rosalie said, slamming a plate down on the counter without braking it.

"What happened?" I asked, looking at her.

"They're stupid," Rosalie said, taking the wine glass that Alice held out for her. "Thank you."

"No problem, it seems well need it," Alice said.

We all said "mmmhmm" and drank down the wine.

Edward's POV

I thought I was going to go crazy having the Johnson Family over the night before. They were a bunch of clueless people where the father spoiled Tiffany and the mother and aunts giggled. If they asked one more time to feel my muscles I thought I was going to scream. The Johnson Family had a toll on all of us that I had to give Bella a message to relax her after the Johnson family left.

Right now the priest was giving a blessing. I couldn't look at the casket. I knew that Tiffany was in there and I couldn't want to look at the item that ruined my life…twice. The first time when she cheated on me and now this time when she told me I had a baby. I knew she got drunk that night because she got the results first. She wanted the easy way out.

Now they were lowering her into the ground, in front of the tombstone that read "Tiffany Christina Johnson, beloved daughter and mother." Lies. She was never a beloved daughter. She was spoiled and didn't give a care that she was hurting others as long as she got what she wanted. And a beloved mother? That was a joke. She never loved Frances.

Finally the funeral was over and those people who make it from England went comfort Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. Bella beside me was clutching Frances to her. I hugged her.

"Its okay, Bella, its okay," I whispered to her.

"Edward?"

I looked up and to the left to find, dressed in black the one person I wanted never to see.

"Gregory."

I know I'm a meanie for leaving it like that. And yeah I added more than one character but the others will leave after this chapter. Anyways, come on and tell me how much you want me to update, lol, I know you want to.

Huggles,
Nollie

PS- Not editing, I swear once I finish this, I'll repost everything edited
PPS- READ CHAPTER 22 AGAIN about Gregory