I sat in a patted comfortable chair, brown and polished upholstery. The room was bright from the three floors to ceiling windows that faced the quite street. There were several plants all green. A big potted fern as you walked in a second in the back corner by a large book shelf. Two small ones on the desk in front of me and another medium size on at the corner of the last window.

The women on the other side of the desk was tall, short black hair a round face and soft warm eyes. A folder sat in front of her labeled Rhonda Garden. She had another labeled Reina Garden tucked somewhere in the cabinet behind her. She hadn't talked to Reina yet, I was first, Debra was worried I'd try to take off or nag her about making me do this if she had to wait the hour with me first.

"You don't have to be uncomfortable Miss Garden. Today is just about getting to know each other."

I eyed my folder. "I think you already know stuff about me."

"Yes, some, your medical history and family. You have a sister." She said. I didn't respond. "But I don't know you. This," She gestured to the folder. "Just tells me what has happened to you."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"We don't have to. Like I said getting to know one another. You can tell me about school or what you interests are, anything." She said.

I looked around the room. "You have a lot of plants." She followed with her eyes to each plant in her office.

"I suppose. Have to get some greenery when you live with in city limits." She smiled. "Do you like plants?"

"I like the outside…but I don't think that's the same as liking plants." I said.

"It could be, what is it about the outside you like?" She asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know it just where I'm more comfortable. I like the sun and quietness and the freedom of being outside." I tiss at myself I had given too much away. She didn't write anything down just looked at me.

"What else do you like? What do you not like?" She asked.

"I like math, I'm good at math. I don't like history or English." She nodded for me to continue. "I don't like being told what to do…or lied to."

Her soft eyes looked up at me. "Do you feel like you are being liked too?"

"Yes."

"Rhonda the reason you are here talking to me it for you. Nothing you say is going to be used against you. Its to give you a safe place to talk and work out your emotions. I'm not a trick, or a lie."

"I'm sure you aren't but there are others who are." I said.

I'm not sure how well the session went, Dr. Peters only made two notes near the end. I talked more about school but just the superficial stuff, like Brett asking me to homecoming to make someone else jealous and my dislike for Reanna but nothing more.

I didn't want to bring up the weird things going on near my house or Mr. Clearwater moving in or the Cullens or Nessie. I had ignored her in history class today after lunch. She sat right next to me, but I didn't even look at her. She didn't try to talk to me, but I could feel her eyes on my ever few minutes.

It had been uncomfortable just looking forward not making a single move in her direction. It seemed that because I was so steadfast in not looking at her that every bit of skin on that side needed an ich scratched or a muscle stretched.

All I could think of is something is wrong. Something big. The truth about Mr. Clearwater and Bella Swan? I still couldn't figure out what, but it was dangerous and it would become a bigger problem if I didn't figure it out.

Debra had come and got me form the school right after history so if Nessie had planned to try and talk to me after school, she had lost her chance. It was because of that that I willing got into the car. I wasn't happy about the therapy, but it saved me form a conversation I wasn't ready for.

Reina was next to talk to Dr. Peters. She went in while me and Debra headed back to the restaurant she had been occupying during my session. I tried doing homework, but my mind got pulled every couple of minutes until I gave up. I watched the people in the restaurant.

Our waiter, an older young person with blonde hair and a wrinkled shirt. I wondered what their secret was? A child? Or maybe a crime spree? Or maybe someone else's secret? Someone they were afraid of and that's why the kept it.

I thought of the couple sitting in the front of the shop. What was their secret? A modern-day Bonnie and Clyde? Or possibly they were in the middle of a devastating affair? I coughed looking down at my history homework. I continued to watch the strangers, thinking about Reina and what she and Dr. Peters was talking about and slipping back to the Cullens, Mr. Clearwater and Nessie.

At some point my attention went to Debra. Maybe it was they way she aggressively tapped at her phone or the way she always turned to the door when a costumer came and went. She was being weird too. Well I didn't really know Debra well so maybe she was always this way, but I didn't think so.

"You've been on you phone a lot recently." I stated to her.

Her eyes looked up at me then her face followed. "Didn't know I had limited screen time."

"Who have you been talking too?" I asked.

"Dear I don't think I'm obligated to tell you. You know because I'm the adult." I hated that excuse. I'm the adult. My mom liked to use it on me and Reina. I'm the adult so I'm right. I'm the adult so I don't have to explain. I'm the adult so you listen to me.

"That's just something adults say when they either think the kid is to stupid or doesn't respect the kid enough to tell the truth." I replied.

Debra made a face. "No there are other reason, the kid wouldn't understand, or the adult is protecting the kid from something they shouldn't have to worry about."

I huffed. "I'm sure your protecting me."

When Reina finished with her session Debra handled the billing and set up a second session for the two of us next week. Dr. Roff must have got us on a financial aid plan like he said because Debra used her own card to pay. The drive home was nothing special and when we got home, I noticed that Mr. Clearwater's car wasn't in the front pull through or side lot.

"What time did Mr. Clearwater leave today?" I asked.

"He was here most of the morning. I think he was looking around in some of the rooms up stairs but I'm not sure. When I left was when he left." Debra said.

I thinned my lips, he was looking around and he was here even though he said he had plans. "Did anyone suspicious show up?"

"Not while I was here."

I tossed my bag on the front desk shouting up the stairs. "Mr. Clearwater? Mr. Clearwater are you here?" When I didn't get a response, I headed up holding onto the railing. The hall looked normal the light from the windows at either end bleeding through. I first went to his door and knocked but heard nothing on the other end.

Chewing on my cheek I opened the door the lights were off but I could still see the space easily. The bedding was wrinkled like he had laid on it but not sleep in. His bag sat on one of the chairs by the open window.

Annoyed I went to go close it but stopped. I didn't want him to know I was in here. I looked out onto the roof of the porch. It had been attached long before I was born I think when my grandpa was a boy. As I looked at it, I notice something odd. While the rest of the of the roof had leaves and twigs and pinecones scattered about it there was a few spots bare and a few more gathered together.

Like someone had walked a crossed it recently. Heading back downstairs I went to the kitchen and out the back door. Struggling with these stairs more so, I went to the area that aligned with the window of Mr. Clearwater's room.

I was expecting to see footprints as clear as day like in the movie. There was enough mud that it was possible but I didn't see anything not just under the porch's roof like I expected or even a few feet away if he had jumped. I scanned the yard no longer worried about the wolf that had been hanging around.

Not a cop or hunter or tracker had been able to find it. Either it had moved on or my bullet had found it that night and it was dead. I gave a frustrated sigh and headed back inside. Had he left right after getting here? Was that why I didn't hear him? But why, the whole reason he needed to stay with us was to protect us so why leave in the middle of the night if that's what he did.

Reina was sitting on the kitchen table not doing anything but staring off. "Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded. I got a pop from the fridge grabbing her one to I sat with her. "Are you sure you seen out of it?" I thought of her therapy session, Mr. Clearwater, the break in and Debra. I realized that I hadn't really talked to Reina about any of this. "You can talk to me. If you just want the big sister to listen too, I can do that. I won't mother."

"Rhonda, I don't think your capable of not mothering." She said staring some more. "I talked to Dr. Peters about dad today."

Chris. I swallowed. "You don't have to tell me about your therapy session."

"I wasn't going to." She said it quickly and I kept the hurt from my face. "But I heard you and Seth talking about it today and…do you think he was a good dad?"

That was a hard question to answer. Mainly because I wasn't sure how Reina wanted me to answer. Chris wasn't a bad man, but I don't know if I would consider him a good dad. He was a long-haul truck driver so he wasn't here most of the time. And when he was it wasn't noticeable. He was quite didn't get in mine or moms' way. I guess his presents did put mom on best behavior she never hit me when Chris was around. Maybe she knew that would be something he didn't stand for. I wonder why I never told him?

"Chris did his best for you and me when he could." I said. "After long trips he'd always come home with a little gift for us. A bag of M&M or bracelet. He had his problems similar to moms, but I do think he cared about you. He just had reached his emotional load that night and mental health is a complicated thing you think someone has it under control when they don't."

She nodded. "I guess."

We sat there her not adding anymore and me unsure of what to say. I know me and Reina aren't the same, but I forget how different out shared experiences are. I never knew my father never liked my mother enough to ask but it was fine I had my grandpa. He was both dad and mom to me but Reina was seven when he passed. Old enough to remember him but young enough to not really know him. And she did have Chris he was around, quite but here.

My grandpa actually did like Chris when my mom first started bringing him around. He had a job and was polite and was fine with me. Even went on to adopt me as a way to prove his devotion to my mom, I guess. But my mom had ways of dragging people down to her leave. I'm sure Chris was already teetering on the line of addiction before Regina Lewis found him. But maybe if she hadn't he would have become a success story.

We weren't alone for long. There was a knocking at the front door. Mr. Clearwater stood on the other end wearing a different outfit from this morning. His eyes were a little more sunken and the color in his face off. Was he okay?

"Knocking still?" I asked, thought I was happy he still was.

"I don't have my own key and it seems rude not to." He replied heading to the stairs.

"Hmm, are you alright?"

Waving a hand, "Just tired."

I looked up after him but was pulled away when I heard Mis. Sims car pulling up the drive. Her and Dominic stepped out him holding a baking dish wrapped in foil while she held a reusable grocery bag packed full. The two made there way up the front stairs, I nodded to each of them as they passed to the kitchen.

"I thought a good filling meal tonight would be lasagna. I already made it just need to bake and I was going to make a salad and some bread sticks with it too. How was the first night with Mr. Clearwater?" She asked.

"It was okay. Quiet, stayed in his room all night." Or so he wants me to think.

"Now Rhonda I hope you aren't being unwelcoming. Even if you are unhappy you don't have to be rude."

"I was very nice to him this morning. Ask him." I said even though it was all part of a ploy to get him to talk about himself more.

"Where is he I saw his car up front."

"In his room just got back home. He looked tired though, so I think he's taking a nap." I said.

She made a sound turning to pre-heat the oven. Dominic looked amused as he pulled out a couple heads of lettuce, carrots and an onion from the bag. I glared at him and he turned away smirking. Before Mrs. Sims could critique my behavior any more Debra walked in and she became the next target. I headed to the casual living space not feeling bad as Mrs. Sims put her on salad duty.

I had to go back to my room and get the laptop and it took a minute to think if it would turn on but once it was and I was connected I went to Facebook first. I did have my own account, but it was sparse a few pictures of me and Reina over the last few years. Some random post, my last one dated for October of last year. 'Going to Octoberfest this weekend'.

I searched for Sue Clearwater nervously looking up over the computer screen expecting Mr. Clearwater to appear and catch me red handed. Her Facebook was private aside from a few post one being her updated profile pic and the other a post from this summer congratulation a girl named Claire Young for graduating.

I tried the name Charlie Swan and lucked out his account wasn't private. There were tons of post about fishing and just as many of him fishing. I went to his photo albums and started scrolling through them. Fishing, in front of his house, with Sue. I stopped finding one of the two of them on what must have been their wedding day and clear as glass like they haven't changed since was Leah and Seth Clearwater.

They framed the couple in causal formal attire both smiling happily. I looked through more of the photos from the wedding hoping to land on a Bella Swan/Cullen one but none showed up. I was right at least that this Leah and Seth Clearwater was the same as two I know.

I went to his friend list. There weren't a lot but more then I was willing to go through. On the side of his account was a list of groups he was in one being Forks High School Alumni. Clicking on it I was brought to a page with a picture of the school. Well more like several buildings and minimal landscaping. A few post about upcoming events and several people talking about renovations to one of the buildings.

One made me stop. By an Angela Tauten-Weber. "The new upgrades to building B looks great but I'm going to miss the old worn out brick and patio area. This was the place to be on the occasionally warm days with friends." To emphasize her point she posted a picture of the new look, clean and fresh next to an older dated picture of kids gathered smiling for the camera. There she was.

Standing off to the side to far away to not really be part of the group but to close to not be with them was Bella. Her straight brown hair and pale face. Layered in several shirts and a heavy jacket. She looked sick, hollow, not there. She didn't even seem aware of the picture being taken.

I went to the comments. Some saying how different the building was others about how they'll missed the good old days. One. 'I would comment about how unflattering that pic is of me but then you see Bella in the corner.' Laughing emoji face. A woman named Jessica Mallory nee Stanley

Angela replied. 'This was taken at the beginning of senior year, after Edward left.'

Jessica. 'I remember. Still can't believe she when back to him.'

Mike. 'Aren't you two worried Bella might see you talking about her in the comments?'

Jessica. 'She's not on Facebook. Or any other social media site. Do any of you still hear from her? Me and Lauren were actually talking about her and the Cullen's last night.'

Angela. 'Her dad told my mom that she and Edward were in Japan. They got a job teaching English there, I think. Dr. Cullen apparently retired him, and his wife are living in Napa now or something. This is all second hand information. They have a kid she's sixteen.'

Jessica. 'OMG really. That means I'm right. I was right.'

Mike. 'Okay so what you were right. They're still togethers so I guess it worked out.'

Jessica. 'Still heartbroken?'

Mike. 'No. If there's one lesson I want to teach my boys it's the heartbreak you feel in high school isn't the end of the world. You'll meet some great people in collage.'

That was the end of the comment thread. But I read it and read it again. Bella and Edward are married and have a kid. The same Bella and Edward who were sophomores at my high school. It had to be the same. The picture of them and Nessie as a little girl.

How? Its not possible. Stolen identify? But the picture is Bella or her in some way. It's not the Bella I know this one isn't as beautiful or still. But its her. I swallowed hard my mind wrapping its self around the information that it was given. They were the same. The same in the picture I saw at Nessie's party same as the people who went to high school with these online strangers. Somehow, they were the same.

My mind batted away at the idea. Logic, and reasonability that's how the world ran. Magic was a thing of fairy tales. A science experiment hiding out in a small town, I'm getting into sci-fi. Every super hero movie that had ever come out from Professor X and his school of mutant children to Justice League and the alien members. The Cullens, Clearwaters, Jacob, Embry and Nessie they weren't human.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Mr. Clearwater's voice started me. I jumped from my seat the laptop falling to the floor with a thud. We both cringed as it went dark.

"Sorry. You were staring right at me but not seeing me." I glared at him. He seemed to think it was because my only access to the internet had been broken but no. I knew what I was looking at wasn't what I was seeing.

I picked up the laptop and put it on the chair. He watched me as I did so. I wanted to shout and accuse him of everything I was thinking. But how my proof was minimal and now I couldn't use it with a busted laptop. If I started making these claims in front of Mrs. Sims and Debra forget therapy, they'd ship me off to a rehab center.

Debra would fall back on her promise and Reina would end up in the system. Alone with no one left. Funny how my mom's biggest threat was still my greatest fear. That fear still beat out the fear of who I was dealing with, what I was dealing with.

Swallowing everything I turned to him. He looked guilty, sorry that he had caused the accident. It was strange how his face curved in soft lines, the slight pucker of his lip and the dip in between his eyebrows. "It's alright." I said. "It was a piece of junk anyway."

***I'm kinda nervous with the therapy scene, I watched a few video's on what a first session is like so I hope I represented it well. Any who we getting close to something big and I can't wait for it. Please let me know what you think and also is anyone intrested in seeing character boards? I have a few I'd like to make Rhonda, Reina a few others let me know and I'll post them to my tumblr. Also check out my tumblr sskinner155 and youtube IDK what I'm doing.***