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Remember 7

Chapter 7

Bella's POV.

I can't sleep.

There are so many thoughts rushing through my mind, it's almost dizzying. I want to remember everything, but what happens if I do? What will the brothers do to the people responsible for the deaths of their parents? Do I really want to know? I think I might already have an idea of what will go down. Should I care or should I give them all the help they might need? Could I live with myself after all of it? Yes, I think I could. It's not as if they're good people. Are the Cullen's good people, I don't know, but they haven't mistreated me so far. Ugh.

I try to busy myself as I hang up all the clothes Alice brought over. That quickly goes by so I fix the bed and straighten the already straight towels in the bathroom.

I brush my teeth and wash my face before I finally decided to go watch some TV. I wonder if I'll get in trouble for this? I don't have to wonder long. Edward is sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.

I come to stand beside him, but he doesn t seem to notice me.

"Are you all right?" I ask, startling him a bit.

His hand runs from just above his eyes through his hair, "Yeah, I just was wondering what the hell I'm doing here." He says.

I take a seat at the other end of the couch. "What do you mean?" Because really, that could mean so much.

He shakes his head and laughs, "It's nothing, don't worry about it." He says with a sigh.

"I'll help you any way I can, as soon as I remember," I tell him. "With anything."

He throws me this crooked smile that I wasn't ready for. "You know, you're cute. Thanks, kid."

I feel my face flush, there's that word again, kid.

"I thought I didn't look like a kid?" I ask before I can even think about what I'm saying.

He's watching me with tired eyes, but that crooked smile is still in place. "You don't look like a kid. I guess I'm just trying to remind myself that you are, kind of."

"I turn eighteen in a few months," I say, almost defensively.

"I know." He tells me.

I don't know what to say to that, but I guess I don't have to say anything, "What are you doing up, Bella?" He asks.

"I can't sleep. My mind won't shut down." I tell him. Then I decide to add, "I'm sorry, about your parents."

He nods and looks down to the floor. "I bet yours are extremely worried. Maybe I'll get a burn phone and let you call one of them, let them know you're safe."

I can only imagine that they'd be freaking out. I know I would if my kid went missing. It would probably be a hundred times worse knowing that my kid just witnessed a horrible crime and is now just gone.

"That would be nice," I tell him.

He sighs, "All right, Bella, I think I'm going to bed. You're welcome to stay out here or join me."

Did he really just say that? I give him a funny look, and it dawns on him what he just said, "Shit, I mean, you could go to bed. Your own bed or well, the guest room bed. Shit, I'll just stop now."

Now I can't help the smile I have on my face. "I get it, Edward."

It s good to see that he isn't all that perfect. He can trip over words as well.

He nods, "Alright. Okay, um, good night." He says standing.

"Goodnight, Edward," I tell him.

~oOo~

I groan. Did something just poke my side? Maybe if I ignore it, it will go away. Nope, something definitely poked my side. I peek out from under the pillows to find two people beside me, one looks concerned and the other, Alice, looks amused. Holy shit, I sit up quickly, wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth. Aw, it's already getting dry.

"Isabella?" The woman asks. She's so beautiful, elegant and... almost familiar?

"Yeah?" I say pushing the loose strands of hair back away from my face.

"Are you all right dear? They haven't been drugging you, have they?" She asks.

My eyebrows draw together, and my hand flies towards my mouth, "Oh God, I hope not. Do they do that kind of thing?" I ask a bit nervously, watching Alice getting a kick out of this line of conversation.

The woman shakes her head no, "I'm not sure what they do anymore." She says sounding confused. "You're a heavy sleeper then?" She asks.

Alice laughs, "We've been trying to wake you for a good minute." She explains and I shrug.

"Does Carlisle know about this?" The lady turns to Alice.

"I didn't think to say anything yesterday, you know, with lying to rest Uncle Ed and Elizabeth, I figured more stress wouldn't be very good. But I guess he could know." Alice says.

The woman wrinkles her nose at Alice. "You're all in trouble. Isabella dear, if it's not too much to ask, could we maybe have lunch? I'll make something?"

Alice is muttering about being innocent, but I just stare at this woman. Who the hell is she? "Uh, I guess I can do that," I tell her.

"Good, I'll see you in a few, downstairs." She turns heading for the door. "Alice, come on."

Alice stays, though, "Did you like the clothes?" She asks me when the woman is out of sight.

"They're nice, but you or Edward shouldn't have, they're way too much. When this is all over, and I leave, take them back, sell them or something." I tell her honestly.

She shakes her head, her spiky hair staying perfect, "Do you like them?" She asks again with a little pout.

I raise an eyebrow, "Yes, Alice, but that's not..."

"Good," she cuts me off. "You're keeping them, even after you leave here..." She turns around and starts to go. With a mumble under her breath, I swear I hear her say, "... If you want to after this." What does that mean? Did I really just hear her say that?

~oOo~

Toasted chicken club sandwiches, that is what the strange lady made, and they're to die for; they're melt –in- your- mouth- good.

"You must think I'm so rude, I barge right into that room and bug you without introducing myself. I'm Esme Cullen, Alice's mother. Edward and Emmett's aunt." She says holding out her hand.

I take her soft hand in mine, and she surprises me with a good firm handshake. "Isabella Swan," I tell her.

"I hope you don't mind my asking, but are you here of your own free will or did someone force you here?" She asks.

"Emmett and Jasper picked me up in Washington, saved me from...whoever they were. I passed out and woke up here." I tell her looking back and forth at the two women across from me.

"Jasper? They said Jake went, not Jasper!" Alice freaks.

I shrink away, "Jasper was the first one I met at the airport."

"And the first time we met, I was held at knife point. The airport sounds so much better." A big booming voice says. It could only belong to one person, Emmett. "Hello Aunt Esme, Alice." He kisses their cheeks.

"Don't you kiss my cheek, where's Jasper?" Alice pushes him away.

He holds his hands up in surrender and then points with a finger towards the door. We all turn to look and sure enough, there's Jasper.

He freezes, "What did I do?" He asks, pausing.

"Ah, take it outside, I'd like to talk with Isabella, please," Esme says. Alice rushes to Jasper, nearly pulling him out of the room, as Emmett hesitates. "You too, go on." She waves him away. With his head down, he leaves.

"I'm sorry about all of this, as you can tell our family is...odd." She says with a kind smile. "My husband will want to talk with you; I'm sure Edward will also."

"Edward already knows," I tell her.

"What does Edward know?" She asks.

I look down to my fingers as I twist them around nervously. "I don't remember what happened to Edward and Elizabeth. I don't know if it was the accident or just my mind trying to protect itself." I tell her, "Bits and pieces have come back but randomly but nothing of importance."

We hear a throat clearing and Alice walks in with a bag, "This was just dropped off for you." Alice says, handing me the bag. I open it up and smile. The cardigan, it's okay. I ignore my clothes and lift the jacket from the bag and pull it on.

I can feel the tears spring to my eyes as I wrap my arms around myself.

"What's wrong, dear?" Esme asks me.

I shake my head, "It's silly." I tell her, but she waits patiently. "It doesn't smell like her anymore."

"Her?" Esme asks confused, she doesn't recognize it. I did last night through the memory, it's hers, and that's why Edward reacts to it so strongly.

"Let me see it." A demanding voice says behind me, making me jump a little.

I take it off and hand it over to Edward. Of course, he'd want it back. It's not mine, it belonged to his mother. Edward leaves the room just as silently as he'd entered.

I drop my head onto my arms that rest on the table. Esme stays silent. She's probably confused.

I feel something touch my shoulders and then my hair gets moved as a wonderful smell envelopes me, calming and relaxing me.

~oOo~

Edwards POV

I brush her hair back over her shoulders; she looks up at me from under thick, wet, lashes. Shit, did I make her cry?

"Don't cry." I wipe my thumb under her eye, her bottom lip quivers. "You re welcome to keep the cardigan; I know it means something to you." I smooth my hands down her shoulders.

She nods her head, "T-thank you, it makes me feel...safe." She tells me.

"Do you mind excusing us; I'd like to talk with Esme for a minute?" I ask her.

"Of course." She says eyes downcast towards the floor.

My hand slides down her arm, across her hand as she steps away. Esme sighs getting my attention.

"What's going on here, Edward? What are you doing?" She asks.

"She's the key, Esme." I tell her.

She shakes her head, "You know Carlisle is working on this, he won't quit till he finds who killed your parents. When we talked, and I told you he needed to know what the girl knows, I never thought you'd go and find her."

"Jasper and Emmett were already there that day we spoke." I tell her. "We have to help her Esme. They nearly got her in Forks. She's scared, but she's willing to help me. We just have to help her remember first."

Esme opens her mouth to speak, but closes it. Her eyes fly over me to the entrance of the kitchen.

"Edward!" Emmett comes rushing in the room, "Uncle C is talking with Isabella, and she's outside crying."

"What the hell?" I stand quickly, Esme following.

"He called Alice, and she told him she was here with Isabella, two seconds later he showed up." Emmett explains as he leads the way.

"It's a simple fucking question, Jasper. I'm not trying to be mean, but I'm not walking on eggshells because she witnessed something tragic. She is the only thing keeping us from killing those fuckers tomorrow." Carlisle is snapping at Jasper, who, surprisingly, is standing in front of Isabella, protectively.

Before anyone can say anything else, Bella shocks us all. She grabs onto Jasper by his arm before she starts, "I don't remember! Okay, whoever the hell you are! You want to know what I remember? I was lost, I remember a kind woman, so beautiful, who was concerned for me! The man, he was kind enough too. He even offered me a ride. But then it gets black, and there are pieces missing. I... I remember the sound." She closes her eyes and gasps for breath. I'm ready to break this up until she goes on. "The sound of pressure, air, and the loud thump of a body hitting the ground. The woman with the green eyes, she screamed so loud...the most heartbreaking sound I've ever heard. And then I heard the sound again, and her cries stopped..."

This terrible pain rips through my chest and for the first time, in a long time, something wet touches my cheek. I teared up when Alice told us about the deaths of our parents, but tears never fell. Right now is a different story.

Why is it different now? Maybe because I didn't have all the details? That my mother was the last to be alive and had to watch her husband, her best friend, die, knowing she was next. Maybe it's also because someone so sweet and so young was scarred for life. Tragedy struck during a moment of kindness, even from my father. That was the last act from my parents. Kindness.

Emmett walks over and wraps Bella up in an embrace. Surprisingly, she snuggles into him, hiding her face in his chest.

"I remember the car lights before everything is black again." Bella mumbles through sobs.

Emmett whispers something to her, and she nods her head. Everyone is so quiet, not even a rustle from a leaf could be heard. Emmett walks with Bella back into the house, and my chest hurts so badly. I've never experienced this kind of pain. Esme is in tears as is Alice, who is now being held by Jasper. Carlisle looks shocked, pained, it's quite a few minutes before he turns around, jumps into his BMW and peels off without a word.

"Come on kids, let's head back inside. I'll make dinner soon." Esme says, trying to pull herself together. I think it's a coping mechanism for her, cooking; it keeps her busy. I let my aunt's small frame melt into my side, and I let her pull me back into the house.

Poor Bella.

Fuck.