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EPOV
"You guys are the worst fucking secret agents ever," I snorted, standing up.
"How in the hell did he fucking find us out in the middle of nowhere?" snapped my father, standing up next to me.
"Well, if you all will join us, I will explain," sighed Peter.
I rolled my eyes as I pulled Bella up and wrapped my arms around her. It didn't seem like we had much of a choice but to follow Peter. Everyone stood up and we reluctantly followed him back down to the dining hall. Of course, as soon as we walked into the large room, Nolan and Corrine locked their eyes onto my girl like the vultures they were. I wanted them to just leave her fucking alone.
The ten of us settled at our usual table in the corner as far away from all of them as we could get. Bella was practically glued to my side as we sat down. I bit back a snort when I saw Renee holding the ice pack up to her nose. It would seem my girl smacked her pretty good. Peter shut the door behind us all and moved so that he was standing in the middle of the room between the two groups.
"Ok, now that everyone is here," he said, gruffly as he looked right at us. Bella didn't miss a beat as she raised her left hand and flipped him off.
"Isabella," scolded Corrine. "Don't be rude."
"Fuck off," muttered Bella. "And my name is not Isabella. My name is Bella."
"Look, we don't have time for you guys to fight again," yelled Peter, sensing the argument that was brewing. "Aro Volturi and his team will be here in less than four hours and we have to figure out what we are going to do."
"We leave," said Ed, looking straight at the man.
"We can't," sighed Peter. "Our plane was taken to the main land for upkeep and won't be back until tonight. Aro will be here before then and he won't be alone."
"So we are stuck in the middle of the fucking ocean on an island that you brought us to, with a madman chasing after us," muttered Bella. "Gee, I feel so fucking safe."
"Isabella-"
"Speak to her again and I will come over there and beat your fucking face in," growled Carlisle, pointing at his father. "Get a fucking clue already. She doesn't want to speak to you."
"Car-"
"Actually, none of us what to speak to you," spat Jasper, slamming his hand onto the table. He rolled his eyes as he looked over at Peter, who looked frustrated. "How in the hell did he find out where we were? I thought you were supposed to be like James Bond or some shit."
"Because there was a mole," grumbled Peter.
"Who?" asked Bella. Peter sighed and looked over at her.
"One of our junior members. His name was Riley. He killed James and Victoria to get access to the control room," he muttered. That rotten rat bastard had turned against them and was playing both sides.
"James is dead?" asked Jasper, leaning back in his seat. I almost expected Bella to start crying over hearing that James and Victoria were dead but she didn't. "That can't be right. There's no fucking way he could be dead."
"It is," said Peter. "I caught Riley myself calling Aro and telling him where we were. It's how Aro found you at the boxing tournament in Seattle and why your parents had to fake their own deaths."
"This is so fucked up," muttered Bella, shaking her head.
"Where is that fucking traitor?" snapped Emmett, kicking his chair back as he stood up.
"He's been taken care of," said Peter, shrugging his shoulders. This ass acted like everything was just as normal as ever.
"Gee, that doesn't make me feel any safer, Pete," I sneered.
"Peter," he snapped. "And it's the best we can do until our plane gets back. Now, we have to move all of you to a bunker where you will be safe until we can take Aro down."
"Yeah, cause hiding worked out so well for me last time," muttered Bella, dryly.
"I know it didn't-"
"You know nothing," seethed Bella.
"You know, it's not like we meant for that to happen, Bella," snapped Peter, folding his arms in front of his chest. "We did everything we could to protect you and your parents but Riley betrayed us all and because he did, you all got hurt."
"Try to protect us," scoffed Bella, standing up and slamming her hands on the table. "How were you trying to protect us when those men broke into our house? If it wasn't for you, they wouldn't have been hurt and I wouldn't have been betrayed by them."
"That's not fair," grumbled Peter.
"NONE OF THIS IS FAIR!" screamed Bella. I stood up and wrapped my arms around her, trying to get her to calm down. "They were nearly killed because of all of you. They may have made the decision to let you lie to us, but you were the ones who nearly cost them their lives, as pathetic as they are."
"Isabella," started Corrine. Bella picked up the salt shaker for the table and threw it at her mother, striking her in the face. Corrine cried out and grabbed her nose.
"IT'S NOT ISABELLA FOR FUCK SAKE!" screamed Bella.
"Baby, calm down," I whispered, pulling her back into my embrace. She was so pissed off that she was shaking.
"So what do we do?" asked Elizabeth, standing up and moving around the table to me and Bella. She smiled at me as she pulled my girl into her arms and held her like a mother was supposed to.
"There are some underground bunkers on the other side of the island," explained Peter, placing his hands on his hips. "It's quite the hike but we can hide all of you there while we deal with Aro Volturi."
"Why should we trust you?" asked Ed, standing up. "You've done nothing but interfere with our lives, ordering us around, and causing trouble. What makes you think that we are going to trust you now?"
"Because you don't have a choice," said Peter. Bella pulled away from my mother and looked over at him.
"I am not hiding again," she said, firmly.
"Bella," sighed Peter.
"I will not hide again," cracked Bella. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my chest.
"We will not hide," I murmured, laying my head on top of hers.
"Bella, you have to hide," said Nolan, standing up. "Please, honey, you have to hide."
"I don't have to do anything," said Bella, clutching the front of my t-shirt in her hands. "I certainly don't have to do anything you tell me to do."
"None of us are hiding," said Elizabeth, placing her hand on Bella's back. "We are sticking together."
"Look, you don't have a choice," snapped Peter. Ed laughed as he moved over and stood in front of our table.
"You don't talk to my family like that," growled Ed, folding his arms in front of his chests. "Now, my wife and my children, all my children, will be down at the villas while the rest of us take care of this little problem."
"Dad," said Esme, frantically. "You have to stay with us."
"Honey, I have to help," frowned Ed, looking back at my sister.
"Dad," I whispered, shaking my head.
"Son, I have to," he said, again. "I'll be ok. I promise."
"Ed, please, stay with us," whispered Bella, pulling away from me and going over to him. She threw her arms around him, hugging him tight. My father closed his eyes and hugged her back. "I can't lose another dad. Please?"
"Ok, Sweetheart," whispered Ed, rubbing her back. From the corner of my eye, I saw Nolan fall back into his seat with a look of pure pain etched on his face. "I'll stay with you."
"Look, we should take you to the bunkers," argued Peter, completely ignoring the scoffs that came from all of us.
"I agree," muttered Nolan, bitterly.
"Then I guess that settles it for us," said Carlisle, standing up with Esme next to him. "We will be down at the villas."
Without saying a word to them, Carlisle wrapped his arm around my sister and pulled her out of the dining hall. Jasper and Alice were next, followed by Emmett and Rose. My mother and I moved over to my father and Bella and followed them over to the door. Bella stopped and looked back at Corrine, Nolan, Charlie, and Renee.
"Be careful," she whispered.
She turned and headed out of the dining hall without another word to them or us. I ducked my head as I followed her out. Slipping my arm around her waist, we headed back down to the villas and everyone else. We headed into one of the villas and took a seat on the floor. Carlisle and Esme were sitting on the floor, whispering to each other, as were Jasper and Alice, Emmett and Rose. My parents came in and shut the door behind them, locking it and settling down on the floor with all of us.
For a long time, we didn't say anything. I wasn't sure if it was so much that none of us knew what to say in this moment or if it was simply that there wasn't anything to say. The past week had been the longest, most emotional journey for all of us. Would we get to go back to our lives after this? What would happen when we got there?
BPOV
When I was a little girl, maybe around the age of six, I came home from school bawling. I was an absolute mess. My mother was gone but my father was sitting in the living room. He looked up and came running over to me. He asked me what was wrong and I told him how a little boy at school had pulled my hair and told me I was ugly. My father pulled me into his lap and held me close to his chest. I could still remember the smell of his cologne. He whispered in my ear that when boys are mean to girls, it's because they like them. I didn't understand what he meant but he was my father and I believed everything he told me.
So when I went to school the next day, I was determined to stay as far away from that little boy as I could. However, he had different plans. At recess, he came over and pushed me down into the sidewalk and I scrapped my knee. Now, I had expected him to run off laughing about how he had hurt me but he didn't. He knelt down in front of me and held my hand while my teacher came over. She asked me what happened and I looked up at the little boy. There was a look in his eyes that begged me not to tell on him. So I lied and told her I tripped. She had the little boy help me up to the nurse's office, where she cleaned and bandaged my knee. When we headed back down to our classrooms, he thanked me for not telling on him. After that the little boy never bothered me again. That little boy was James.
When James was sixteen, Victoria started coming to the gym. She was a spirited girl who wasn't afraid to speak her mind. James fell for her hard but she wanted nothing to do with him. Then one night, about six months later, Victoria came into the gym visibly upset. James was immediately at her side and asked her what was wrong. Victoria buried her face in his chest and told him about how her grandmother had passed away. James held her while she cried and from that day on, they were together. Now, they were dead and all of this was because of Aro Volturi.
"Are you ok?" whispered Edward, leaning down to my ear.
"No," I whispered back, laying my head on his shoulder and nestling myself further into his embrace.
"I'm so sorry, Baby," murmured Edward, kissing the side of my head.
"Why are you sorry?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Cause you are sad and hurting. I don't know how to make you feel better," he frowned, leaning his forehead down on mine.
"This helps," I whispered, bringing my hand up to his cheek.
"If you two are going to start kissing, can you take it to the bathroom?" grumbled Emmett. Edward and I both laughed softly as we looked over at my brother. "Seriously, I've had enough trauma for one day without having to watch my baby sister sucking face with her boyfriend."
"Shut the fuck up, Em," I snorted. "How many times have I had to sit there and watch you and Rose making out?"
"Nobody said you had to just sit there and watch," smirked Rose, giving Bella a pointed look.
"Touché," I muttered.
"I have to agree with Emmett," said Esme, shuddering. "Just the thought of agreeing with him, hurts."
"Hey," laughed Emmett.
"I don't really need to see my little brother sucking face, either," giggled Esme, ignoring Emmett's scowl.
"Esme, what did you and Carlisle do on your date last week?" asked Edward, smirking at his sister. Esme turned bright red and looked around the room while Carlisle shifted uncomfortable in his seat. "That's what I thought."
"Esme, dear, do you and I need to have the talk?" asked Elizabeth, smirking as she looked over at her daughter.
"Mom!" screeched Esme.
"I was just asking," laughed Elizabeth.
Before anyone could say anything else, we heard a loud bang and several people screaming. I nestled myself further into Edward's arms, desperately clinging onto him. We could heard gun shots and loud bangs but not much else. We all just sat there in the mists of the war that was going on outside. As much as I hated my parents right now, I didn't want them to die. I didn't want Charlie and Renee to die, either. Would I end up losing them all over again? Would it make a difference if they survived this or not?
Just as quickly as the gunfire started, it stopped. The room we were in was thick with anticipation as we sat on the floor, waiting for Aro to come kill us all or the others to come tell us that everything was finally over. I'm not sure how long we had been sitting there, holding our collective breath when we heard the doorknob start turning.
