Chapter 6 - Confess, bitch!

"Ah Emmett, you brought a guest, how nice of you." Someone said; it sounded forceful. My eyes snapped open, and I saw Dr. Cullen, who was still in his white coat. He must have come straight from work at the hospital.

I think he knew that he had just saved my life. I didn't know if he knew that I knew that I had just cheated death. Not by my own doing, admittedly. Nevertheless, I could, and given the opportunity, would, kiss his feet.

"Dr. Cullen, phenomenal timing like always. I really need to get home; I think I left the oven on. You know, I got to check on it." I was painfully aware of how shaky and quiet my voice was. I didn't dare to look at Emmett. Also – I need to check the oven? – how stupid.

"Emmett, how about you go check the blinker fluid on the red BMW, I think it has been leaking. I will take care of your guest here," Dr. Cullen ordered, and Emmett got up promptly and left the house so silently and fluently it seemed like he had floated off.

Then he turned to me, his eyes studying me, searching my trembling form. I probably looked as miserable as I felt; a dog left out in the rain. He came closer and sat down on the couch next to me.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He asked and he sounded so genuinely concerned. There was worry on his face and he just seemed so honest about it. How did I deserve this man who always seemed to save me?

I broke down crying. The stress of the past few days overcame me, and it was as if a wall just broke. I was bawling my eyes out and it was not the cute kind of crying. It was ugly and I wouldn't be surprised if there would have been snot running out of my nose.

A cold arm encircled my shoulders, and I was pressed against a hard shoulder. He radiated a certain kind of coldness, but I didn't care. I was leaning against his shoulder. Dr. Cullen's shoulder. A dream come true.

"Sh… Sh…"

Did I just hear right? Was he making soothing noises? There it was again.

Holy moly macaroni, was I just sobbing in Dr. Cullen's, the one, the handsome, the only, Dr. Cullen's arms? The nurses would be so jealous if I ever told them. Maybe I should, I was still mad at him. A little. Okay, who can be mad at him for long?

"Now tell me, what happened Lauren?" He asked me once I had calmed down a little.

Oh god, improvising, not one of my strong suits.

"I was on a walk with Banana." A strange expression shifted on his face as he looked at me. "Banana is my dog," I added quickly, to clarify that I was not insane. Not that he thought I was crazy or something. Which I was not. I think.

"And then I heard weird noises like someone was following me and ran away. I tripped and hurt my ankle and then there was a giant wolf, but he was so rude and then he ran away, that asshole, and then Emmett found me." A new sob shook my shoulders, "and then he brought me here and he…-" I broke off before I could say: He wanted to eat me.

"Now, now, calm down. You are safe here. Allow me to take a look at your foot and then I will bring you home. How does that sound?" He smiled at me and if I weren't so glad that he had saved me, I would have laughed. Sure, as safe as you could possibly be in a posh vampire mansion and just being invited to stay for dinner.

"Sounds perfect."

I scooted to the other end of the couch and lifted my foot. The disgusting hiking shoes came to light. If my ankle wouldn't have radiated pain through my body, I would have taken that foot down so fast.

Skillfully, he took off my shoe with as little movement as he managed. He didn't comment on my shoe choice. A wet and dirty formerly white sock appeared. So embarrassing. The sock got taken off as well. My breath caught in my throat when I saw it.

"What the hell," I exclaimed in horror. My voice cracked a little at the end.

Since when were my toenails painted with bright pink nail polish? It was the most obnoxious shade of pink anyone could imagine. Didn't Lauren have a little dignity? Or taste?

"The colour isn't pretty, but it looks worse than it is," Dr. Cullen said as he examined my foot. His brows were knitted together in concentration.

Did he just comment on my nail polish? How rude. Wasn't he supposed to be nice? It was not even my choice, Lauren put it on. I just cried on his shoulder, and he had to say this? We had shared a moment and when I was most vulnerable, he just had to go and destroy me?

Then I saw it. My ankle was swollen and already colored in lovely shades of purple and blue. That was probably what he meant, and I had thought for a second that he was mocking me. What can I say, after a few days of living as Lauren, I was getting kind of used to it. His fingers were probing the swollen skin. Their coldness was soothing the pain.

"I will get you some ice and a ban-" he just stopped speaking in the middle of the sentence and looked up.

Nothing happened for a few seconds. Everything was silent. I looked up expectantly when Edward suddenly stood in the room. My heart skipped a beat, and I could barely suppress another shriek at the last moment.

"What is she doing here?" he questioned, directed to his father. He said it like an insult, and I also took it as one. I also have feelings. I may only be a human and he was a vampire who could kill me in a matter of seconds, but couldn't I expect a vampire to be a little human?

"She can hear you," I muttered, while Dr. Cullen said at the same moment; "Emmett brought her here." He sounded a little apologetic, as if it were a nuisance that I was here. I had thought he liked me, but now his true colours are revealed.

I need to be cautious again about what I am thinking. But thinking about being cautious is also suspicious. Was he already… you know what? What if he was? Oh no. Quick, a distraction!

This couch is grey. It is very comfy. I like this couch. It looks perfect with Dr. Cullen on it. What if he were naked? That would look so much better. NO! Bad Vi- Lauren. Bad Lauren. Dr. Cullen could be your dad or your grandpa. Well, technically he could be my great-great-great-grandpa. No, stop it. I mentally slapped myself. Don't think about it or sexy naked Dr. Cullen. Be professional.

Edwards's head snapped to me, and I had to do everything in my power not to flinch. Wow, he has a really good resting-bitch face. It was intimidating. He still looked like a little bitch but still, at the same time, he didn't lose any of his glamour nor his handsomeness. 10 out of 10. He should teach me. My resting-bitch face was non-existing. Maybe Lauren has one, she definitely has to have one, now that I think about it.

"Why should you think about something unsuspicious in my presence?" His head was tilted to one side, and he looked like a dangerous, wild predator. I swallowed my spit. Great, now I have ruined it.

"Except for, you seriously think that I could read your mind, hm? You think that you have to disguise your true thoughts, distract yourself and now here you are," he said, and his eyes were fixating on me.

What a psycho. That was what a serial killer would say, not a normal human. My eyes widened for a moment.

I could almost physically feel his eyes on me and it made my skin itch, crawling in fear. His nostrils flared and he took a deep breath. His eyes darkened. He looked rather stupid sniffing around, like some kind of dog in heat.

"You are afraid. But why would you be afraid if you weren't hiding something?" He continued and slowly strode forward. He was stalking me like I was just some low prey.

Wait a minute, did he just smell my cold sweat? How did he know that I was afraid? Aside from my petrified expression, the trembling hands, and teary eyes... maybe it was obvious. I must be allergic to something. Also, what an ass, anybody would be afraid if some random dude first threatened and then sniffed them.

"Must have something to do with the amnesia," I stuttered. Am I going to die now? First Emmett, and now this! My luck must be the worst. I should not have insulted Bella; I should definitely not have insulted Bella.

For the first time, my mind was completely blank. I was so paralyzed with fear that I was not able to even think rationally. This would be the moment in documentaries where the predator would pounce on the cute little baby bunny. Under no circumstances can he know that I know. It would be my death.

"But what could Lauren Mallory possibly be hiding? Why have you been acting so suspicious? Your life is boring, all you care about is your appearance, but a face full of make-up cannot hide your ugly personality and your spiteful nature. You have no friends, everybody hates you, everybody thinks you are a nuisance, even your so-called best friend Jessica. What have you achieved? Except for detention and pimples? Hm?" He said as if he was thinking out loud.

It hurt; it burned a hole into my chest because it was the truth. It was Lauren's truth, but I had been Lauren for so long, it had become my truth too. He cannot know. I felt like I was balancing on a rope between life and death. So I did what I did best: playing dumb.

"Edward, please. Lauren is still sick," Dr. Cullen interrupted his son and sent him a meaningful glance. I ignored it.

"Interesting thought process," I laughed nervously, but stopped as quickly as I started. "The reality is, you are being a jerk and messing around with an amnesia patient. We all know you can't read my mind, duh. And no one can read minds, duh. There is no such thing as mind readers. That would be hilarious! Imagine someone going around reading minds, ha. It simply doesn't exist. Like werewolves, they don't exist either. Or dimension travel, imagine choking on a chewing gum, dying, and then waking up in another body. Ridiculous. Impossible." I was talking too much again. Maybe I should stop talking. Did I sound hysterical?

But who could fault me? My life was at their fingertips; they could kill me so easily if they just desired to. Trying to talk me out of it was the only weapon I had left. It was a very old, dull, and rusty weapon. But then again, only monsters could kill the cute little baby bunny. And I was the cute little baby bunny in this scenario.

"Are you alright, Lauren?" Dr. Cullen asked me and placed a cold firm hand on my shoulder. I looked at him, took in his stiff posture and the lips which were pressed together. My glance shifted to Edward who was still standing and looking at me puzzled, but nevertheless angry.

"Yeah, I am fine. Sorry, I must have read too many trashy romance novels. You know the kind, the ones with the sexy but tortured vampire and the innocent pretty human girl-"

"I think it would be better if I were to drive you home now," Dr. Cullen offered, and, at this moment, I believed him to be my guardian angel. Twice now he has saved me from death and an awful ghost-outfit. It was good he had interrupted me before I talked myself into trouble.

"Yes, thank you Dr. Cullen. I would love to go home now. You know, I really don't want my house to burn down, because of the oven..." Why stop talking when you can just ramble some more?

"No, Carlisle. She knows more than she is letting on. She needs to confess what she knows." Edward's voice was calm, but there was a silent anger to it that filled that room. Now, I did flinch. His repressed anger was more frightening than if he verbalized it.

"What do you think I know that you don't? I barely pass my classes in high school and failed algebra, twice," I spoke up. Who did Edward think he was to command me around? The audacity of this guy. The algebra thing was true, I saw it in Lauren's notebook. When I first read it, I laughed.

"Edward," Dr. Cullen said warningly and gave him a stern look. Then it was quiet for a few seconds. For my ears at least, I am 100 percent sure they are conversing with their weird vampire powers. So unfair, only liars whisper.

Edward left the room abruptly and I sighed in relief. Seems like I will live another day. Except maybe for when Dr. Cullen decides to drive me to a butterfly farm, then I'd need to worry seriously.

"I am sorry for my son's behaviour. He is having a hard time right now; I think Bella and he have had a fight. The first fight in the relationship," he sighed as he confided in me, and I nodded as if I understood exactly what he meant, as if he didn't just feed me a lie. "Let me finish this and I will drive you home. You need to rest." He smiled at me so reassuringly and gestured to my foot. My heart just melted, and I didn't feel guilty anymore for imagining him naked.

Luckily, Dr. Cullen didn't drive me to a butterfly farm. We even picked up Banana on the way. I had been afraid that she would shit into Dr. Cullen's brand-new fancy-looking BMW but gladly, she only lost a few drops of stress-pee. On my lap. The jeans were ruined anyway.

All in all, I have to admit, I was taking this whole nearly-becoming-vampire-dinner-thing pretty well. First, Emmett wanted to drink my blood, then Edward wanted to rip my head off. And after Dr. Cullen had convinced me so believably that his son Edward could, in fact, not read minds, I felt safe. It seemed so unlike Edward though, to just come badger into the room and basically confess his weird vampire abilities. I wonder what I did exactly to cause this. Maybe a rift in the timeline? Perhaps he was on his period.

Okay jokes aside, I think this time around Edward was supposed to break up with Bella soon. When was her birthday again? I was so bad with dates; I would definitely ask her. Maybe I could pretend to throw her a surprise party. I think Alice would kill me if I did that. Better not anger any more vampires.

"Lauren, you look like shit," were the lovely words of my sister that brought me back to reality.

"Thanks that is what I was going for." I yelled after her, but she didn't hear me as her room door was thrown shut behind her. I shook my head. Ungrateful little – before I could finish that thought, my glance fell on Banana.

Banana, who was aggressive, anxious, and incontinent. Banana, who was probably just neglected. My sister was probably just aggressive, anxious, and perhaps incontinent because she had been neglected her whole life. And then me, I meant Lauren of course, who was probably behaving like a total bitch to her.

And I didn't even know her name. Honestly, I didn't want to ask again after last time. I am lucky she didn't beat me up over it. I would have beaten myself up, definitely.