[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer but lovely Lilly is my baby.

**Chapter 29**

I felt jealous because she didn't have any time for me apart from the few hours we spent together at school. Since we had returned back to Seattle Jane had spent every afternoon with Zafrina. Her grey eyes constantly had dark shadows underneath them but when I asked her if she was working too hard she insisted that everything was fine. She was so proud and strong, way stronger than I ever could be.

My weight was back to my pre bulimic days and it wasn't something that I felt too happy about. I didn't want to get fat again and so I had agreed on joining my aunt for a run in the park, way too early for my taste on this gloomy Sunday morning.

"Hi, sweetie," she greeted me cheerfully, wrapping her arms around my middle. My aunt Rosie is and will always be one of the most beautiful women I ever met. When I was a little girl I thought her to be Sleeping beauty or some other fairytale princess. The thought that this weird Royce guy had compared me to her had thrilled me beyond words. I was not beautiful. Maybe I could be if I managed to get the weight off.

"I can't believe you agreed to run with me. I thought you hate sports?"

I blushed, staring down at my sneakers while I twisted my hair into a sloppy ponytail so that it wouldn't get all sweaty during the run.

"Well, I…,"

"It's okay, you know, not to like sports. It's still going to make you feel good after a while."

"Hmm, if you say so,"

She laughed and sat down on a bench, patting the place next to her.

"Come sit with me for a moment."

"I'd prefer to get it behind me." I stated, luffing back and forth on my heels. My stomach growled and I regretted not having eaten more than a few apple slices for breakfast. I was so hungry but the problem was I was hungry constantly, all the time. It was so annoying.

"We will still run, don't worry about that."

"How are the twins?" I asked her, eventually sitting down on the edge of the bench, trying not to fall down.

"They are fine. Tegan has developed some sort of big brother instinct for the baby. I think he's considering moving in with Jasmine and Zafrina but I'm quite sure they'd bring him back pretty soon."

"Are you still angry at Uncle Emmett because he agreed being the donor for them?"

"Maybe a little bit. I'm more like disappointed that he didn't talk to be about it before. He should have."

"Maybe he was afraid you'd say no."

"Maybe he was afraid I could be hurt…cause he can have another child so easily and I can't. If it wasn't for me, he'd probably have four or five kids by now."

I nodded my head and took her hand to squeeze it gently. Her cell started vibrating and she pulled it out of her jacket to answer it.

"Hi there,"

She turned to the side, whispering into the receiver.

"Yes, I will come to see you later today."

"No…I can't. Stop asking, you know that I can't do anything about that."

"Look, I can't talk that good right now."

"No, I'm not with my husband, I'm with…well, it doesn't really matter with who I am right now. I see you later, bye."

A low sigh left her throat when she stuffed the cell back into her jacket.

"That was him, wasn't it? The person on the phone was my father. Wasn't it?"

"Yes,"

"Do you know what he did to my grandfather?"

"Yes, I do. Well, I know what the police report says. Edward doesn't remember anything about the incident itself."

"And you're still going to visit him in jail? After everything he did to my mother? How can you…,"

"He is still my brother. That fact is not going to change because of the things he did. I know they are horrible. He knows that too but the thing is that no one is able to change the past."

I nodded my head.

"Does he ever talk about me when you visit him?"

"Every single time but Zafrina made it pretty clear to him and his lawyer that he is not allowed trying to contact you. Solitary confinement is nothing that he enjoyed that much."

I thought about the letter that was still hidden underneath my mattress and something tightened around my heart, knocking the breath out of me for a moment. He was still my father, still a part of me no matter what he had done. For the first time since my mother had told me about the true reason behind his incarnation I felt the urge to see him in person again…

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She turned off the engine of the car, her hands quivering slightly when she turned to me again, starting a last attempt on convincing me that this was a bad idea. Well, maybe it was.

"I don't want you to go inside there with your aunt." My mother stated nervously.

"I know, Mom. But I feel like that I need to do this. This is just a part of my life. I want answers, answers that you and Momma can't give to me."

I hugged her tightly and stepped out of the car, quickly checking my reflection in my tiny mirror for a last time before I turned to my aunt.

"I'm nervous."

"I know, sweetie. Everything will be fine though. I'll be with you. Before we go inside there, check that there are no sharp things like nail files or stuff like that in your handbag. They are pretty strict with those kinds of things."

I shook my head, starting to suck and nibble my lower lip nervously. My palms started sweating and I wiped them on my skirt.

Inside the jail building it was warm and sticky. Guess they weren't that much interested in keeping the inmates too comfy by investing in air conditioning. I took a deep breath, absorbing the disgusting mixture of sweat and cheap aftershave. It was so repulsive.

"This way, honey." She told me, putting her hand on my shoulder.

A dark haired officer greeted her overly friendly and I almost choked when I saw my pretty aunt's mouth curving up into an idiotic smile.

"Good evening, Mrs. McCarthy. It's such a pleasure to see you again."

"Thank you, Devon. Didn't I insist on you calling me Rosalie? Look, I brought a bit more cigarettes and stuff for my brother than is allowed but I thought that maybe you could be a darling and overlook that kindly. Couldn't you?"

Her eyelids fluttered and his chubby face turned crimson red.

"Yes, maybe I could. You look lovely today, Rosalie. Is the young lady that's with you your daughter?"

"No, she's my niece. We don't have that much time today. Can we go and see my brother now?"

He nodded his head and wiped some sweat from his face, before he guided us through a labyrinth of countless halls and closed metal door, opening them with keys that were adjusted to his belt.

"Here we go. Remember not to touch the glass. It will set up an alarm and we don't want to cause one, do we?"

My aunt gave him another fake smile before he walked off again. As soon as he was out of sight she made some puking noises.

"He flirted with you. That was gross."

"Oh baby, he's just some poor fucker with a shitty paid job. It's important in a place like this to have…contacts. Well, it's difficult to explain. Maybe one day you'll understand."

I sat down next to her on a plastic chair. Crap this was exactly like those bad second rate TV shows. Please don't make him show up here dressed all in orange. That would just be too much for me to handle.

He entered the room and I instantly knew it was him although his face had changed so much since the last time I had seen it in person. His hair that still had the same shade as mine had small silver colored highlights and was cropped so short that you could see the pale skin of his scalp shimmering through it.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice sounding raspy, like he hadn't spoken one single word in days.

"I thought she was kidding me when she told me that your mother allowed you to come here with her today."

I nodded my head, opening and closing my mouth several times before I finally managed to make a verbal response.

"I'm sorry. Now that I've come here I don't know what to say."

A low chuckle like sound left his throat.

"You are like your mother and you look like her as well."

"Really? You are the first person to point that out. Usually everyone insists that I look exactly like you."

He smirked, his mouth twisting into the same crooked smile that kept starring back at me when I looked in the mirror.

"Well, you have her eyes." He murmured after a few awkward moments of silence.

"Yes,"

"I wonder why Bella agreed on letting you visit me here. She's not that fond of me."

Not that fond of you isn't exactly the expression I'd use for the way my mother felt about my father, but I guess he was trying to play it down a bit. I wasn't going to have that.

"She hates you." I stated, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"I know. I'm sorry about that. But I know I deserve her hatred. There is no excuse for what I have done to her."

"But why did you kill my grandfather? No one can explain that to me. No one wants to explain that to me."

"Does it matter? I did it and that all that counts. I'm going to regret doing it for the rest of my life and that counts nothing."

"It counts for me, because I want to understand."

"Lilly, I…,"

"Tell me, why you did it! I need to know."

"Are you sure that you want to know. It's not a pretty story."

"I didn't assume it to be one."

He noticed the little blossom on my wrist and raised one eyebrow.

"She allowed you to get a tattoo?"

"Not exactly…,"

"Not exactly?"

"Well, I got a faked ID to get it done because I knew that my mothers would try to talk me out of it although that would be a bit hypocritical. I know that Momma has…,"

"You are calling your aunt Momma now? Did Bella tell you to do that?"

"No, that was my own idea. She has been with me and Mom for as long as I can remember."

I cleared my throat twice before I spoke up again.

"I want you to sign the adoption papers."

"But…,"

"No but, she's the one who raised me not you. When I hurt my knee she was the one to put band aids on it. When I couldn't sleep as a child she sat next to my bed, reading stories to me. When I need to talk to someone she's always there for me. Ali is more a parent to me than you ever were, even when you still lived with me and mom. So, I'm asking you to sign the goddam adoption papers now before I get pissed."

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[A/N] For those of you who are always interested in reading new Bellice stories. I have finally started posting chapters for ForgottenButForeseen. Check it out to see if you like that one as well.

In case you liked to read more about the #WTHNUniverse, I suggest reading the Esme and Rosalie outtakes I have written for it. Links are in my profile.

Until next time, take care and keep watching out for the other plot bunnies I might write down in the future.