A/N: So, this chapter took a few days, but I have a reason for that... it's my birthday :)And, I'm on vacation.So, I'm typing and uploading this on my phone right now. If, however, the format of this chapter looks weird, please tell me, as I've never updated from my phone before.

Chapter 6: A Boring Fight With My Mother

I ran. I ran as fast as I could. As fast as my legs could carry me. Tears made my vision blurry, but I could still see the curious looks other students gave me as I made my way to exit the school.

I didn't care. I needed to leave. The headache I felt at the table only became more painful with each passing second and I wished I could drown my sorrow away in some very strong painkillers.

But I knew this kind of pain couldn't go away with a painkiller or two. Or three. It was way too strong and blinded me for anything else.

I had experienced this headache before, just not to the extent as I did right now. And the only thing I wanted right now was to wrap myself in a blanket and pretend I was a normal teenage girl, living a normal teenage life, just as Alice Cullen or any other family member of hers.

Oh shit, Alice. Before I weirdly dashed off after a completely normal question, I heard her confused mumble and Edward angrily asked Rosalie why she felt the need to upset me.

They probably thought I was weird and they were right about that. Even I had no idea why Rosalie's question bothered me to this extent. Or why it triggered this pain. Or more importantly, why visions of my past came creeping through, visions I didn't want to have.

Normally, I would've just told her our previous address and that was it. But the way she said it, made me feel exposed, as if she knew I was lying to her.

I only wanted to go home.

So I ran. And luckily, I could run very fast. Faster than the other students, I suppose. I thought I must be experiencing some kind of adrenaline rush.

But I could never outrun Edward.

I was already outside, but before I could reach my car to leave and to never return again, he caught up to me and reached out for my wrist.

The coldness of his touch surprised me and I immediately stood still. He was simply… too cold. It didn't feel right.

After the initial coldness, my skin started to burn where he touched me. A pleasant burn and it felt… good. But it shouldn't feel this pleasant to have him stand so close to me and have his skin on mine. It shouldn't. I should know better.

I stood still, with my back turned to him because I knew I didn't want him to see me like this. So vulnerable and fragile.

"Bella, please," Edward pleaded, his voice a pain that matched my own.

I closed my eyes and imagined a world in which Edward was interested in me and came here to make sure I was okay right now. If I had been normal, I could even be friends with Alice. I could stay in Forks and live the life I've always wanted. Go to prom. Have friends. Go on dates. Hell, I was already happy to have someone to talk to, like Angela had done on my very first day. That was already more than I could ever dream off.

But I didn't believe in fairytales. I opened my eyes and faced my reality.

"Just ignore Rosalie, I do. Please come back inside." Edward told me as he gently tucked at my wrist.

Please stop, I thought as I tried to make my voice sound cold and distant. Which was hard to do considering I was still crying.

"I can't Edward. I have a headache. Now, if you'll excuse me, I would like to leave." I took my car keys from my backpack and started walking away from him.

In a flash, he stood in front of me. What the fuck? He literally stood behind me a second ago. How was that even possible? It must be this headache, it was toying with my brain.

Edwards amber-coloured eyes pierced into mine as if he knew I was lying to him. He already knew my façade was a shitshow to begin with, so I wouldn't be surprised if he also knew when and if I lied. Great! Would nothing in Forks be easy for me?

He silently cupped my face in his hand, and with the other, he wiped my tears away. My heart did somersaults in my chest and all I could do was stare at him. Things like these didn't happen in my world, and they sure as hell didn't happen to me.

"Let me at least drive you home then. Alice can bring your car at the end of the day, so don't worry about that." Edward spoke softly, his words a silent promise I didn't want to listen to.

"That won't be necessary," I tried to shrug him off.

Edward smiled without humour. "You're in no condition to drive."

And that angered me. Who was he to judge how well I could drive right now? I didn't need his approval to drive home, thank you very much. I aggressively removed his hand from my face and it might've been a bit of an overkill, but it was hard enough to think straight without his hands on me.

"I think I can drive pretty well right now." I held my nose up high as I frowned at him. "So, if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving. Goodbye Edward."

His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "Are… are you leaving Forks?" Edward stuttered and for a moment, I truly believed he felt the same for me as I did for him, judging by his reaction. But that was bonkers and probably the result of my headache.

"I might." I said coldly and I turned around and got in my car. My heart was still beating like crazy and if I didn't leave right now, I might do things I regret later.

Edward knocked on my window, probably wanting to continue his speech about how unsafe it was for me to drive home right now. That stupid, considerate, handsome jerk.

Little did he know that there were far worse things that could harm my safety, and driving wasn't one of them. Oh no, driving would be the least of my worries.

Driving home, my anger towards Edward went away -I mean, I wasn't really angry at him, I guess- and was replaced by confusion.

Where was I from? I didn't know! And if I thought about it long enough, my head started throbbing and I could barely focus on anything else. And being unfocussed wasn't ideal on the highway, so maybe being driven around by Edward wasn't a very bad idea after all…

I shivered. My face got red, only thinking about Edward and his car, and how close we would've been for a short drive. There wouldn't be any distractions, just him, me and his delicious smell that filled the car.

I could slap myself for saying no to that.

But it was probably for the best, as I had to concentrate hard on the discussion I would have in a minute.

I needed to ask my parents where we're from. They would tell me what was going on. They had to. I was sure of it. There had to be a reason for me to feel this way, and I couldn't imagine it wasn't important.

As I got home, I rushed to the kitchen, where Renee wrote at an amazing speed in a notebook. She made notes about an upcoming book, and writing it down in a notebook was part of her routine. She said she couldn't really focus if she wrote on a laptop, as modern technology was a bit too complicated for her.

For a minute, I stood in the doorway as I watched her. She was so lost in her own world, and I could imagine exactly how that felt. She silently hummed to herself, her thoughts in overdrive as she recreated the world in her head onto the empty paper in front of her.

I made a noise, so she would know I was there. Her head jerked up in surprise.

"Sweety, why are you home so early?" Renee asked as she looked worriedly at me. "You're so pale, don't you feel well?"

"I have a headache, mom," I bitterly said.

Renee jumped up to boil water for me. "Sit down, I'll make you some tea. Do you want a cookie, or a blanket? Or I could run a bath for you, if you like?"

She placed a cold hand on my forehead to feel if I had a fever. I pushed her hand away and her eyebrows raised.

"I don't want a cookie. I want to know some answers."

"Anything, Bella."

I sat down at the table and lost my courage. Damn it.

I wanted to come in and demand answers, yell and threaten to gain more information about my past. Instead, I entered the kitchen and my mother looked so worried and welcoming, that I felt guilty for even thinking something was wrong here.

Was I imagining everything? What was wrong with me?! Maybe I was the problem after all.

"What's on your mind?" Renee gave me a cup of hot tea and wrapped her arms around me, which was a bit awkward since I sat and she stood behind me. "Hmm?" She kissed the top of my head and tears filled my eyes again.

"Some… someone asked where I wa… was from and I… I couldn't answer her and I g… got a migraine a… and left." I sobbed into my mothers arms while she held me close and gently patted my back. I hoped she could understand everything, given how hard I cried.

"Let it all out, Bella. Don't be afraid to cry, I'm here for you. We moved from Phoenix, can you remember that? It was very hot all the time," Renee silently whispered into my hair.

Her motherly affection calmed me down long enough to answer her.

"Yes…" I looked up at her and even through my own tears, I saw that her eyes flickered with relief. Wait, relief? The fuck did that mean?

"See? That's where we're from!" Renee happily exclaimed. She smiled warmly at me, and gave me another kiss on my forehead.

I didn't buy this. I would've bought it at any other place, but not here. Not in Forks. This was just too… simple. I was sure I saw relief in her eyes just a second ago and I was sure she was hiding something. But I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it could be.

"But before that…?" I annoyingly repeated.

Renee frowned. "We were in New York, don't you remember?"

"I KNOW, BUT BEFORE THAT?" I angrily shouted as I jumped up. I grew tired of this. If I didn't get an answer today, I would for sure get mad.

However, my mother stayed as calm as ever. She slowly got up and raised her hands in front of her. "Bella, I don't appreciate this tone."

"And I don't appreciate not knowing where I'm really from." I said, calmer now but still upset. How hard was it to answer a simple question? From your own daughter?

And for the first time ever, Renee looked defeated. Her shoulders hang and she looked at me with sad, widened eyes and I felt remorse for lashing out like I did.

"Does it really matter? We're together as a family and we're happy. Isn't that the most important thing?" Renee whispered as she looked down at the ground.

I couldn't take this anymore. I walked towards my room, curled up in my bed and waited until I had cried so much, I fell asleep from exhaustion.

I woke up to muffled voices, who were whispering. It took me a second to recognise my parents, as I had never heard them this agitated before. And they were talking about me, I was sure of it.

"She wants to know more. I didn't know what to answer her," Renee said.

"You did well," Charlie responded.

That's when I knew for sure that something was up.

A/N: Thank you for reading, you guys make my day!