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Edited: 23-04-20

The house was quiet when Alice and Emmett dropped me off. Edward had stayed at the hospital stating he wanted to talk to Carlisle, but I hadn't really cared. There was a part of me that wanted to be around him, but in that moment, I just wanted to be out of the hospital.

Alice opened the door, her fingers clutching my keys as she ushered me into the house. The house opened into an open plan downstairs, the hallway leading into the kitchen on the left and the living room on the right.

At the back of the house was a laundry room and a wet room that had a door leading to the garden. The garden backed onto the forest and I was happy about that.

The stairs led into a small hallway upstairs where there were two bedrooms, Nana's the slightly larger one and then my room, the one that faced the back of the house. The bathroom was opposite the stairs and there was a pull-out ladder leading to the attic.

It was a small house, but it would do for me and Nana. Alice led me to the living room, her eyes taking in the bookshelves all around the room before settling on the telly and the large cabinet it was on. The cabinet held DVDs, hidden by the cupboard doors.

"Your home is lovely," she said as I dropped down onto the sofa, tucking my feet under me and wrapping the thick fluffy blanket over my shoulders.

"Nana hasn't changed it much since I last came here, but there's less of Grandpa's stuff lying around now," I told her watching as Emmett looked at the family photos hanging on the walls.

"Are these your brothers?" he asked, pointing to one of the more recent photos of me and my brothers. I nodded my head, smiling as he raised his eyebrows. "I'm sure it must be hard for you to have a boyfriend."

"Never had one. Boys seem to get intimidated by the six older brothers," I told him, fighting the urge to close my eyes. How could I be so tired? A knock at the door had me snapping my head up. Could I be bothered to get up?

Emmett made my decision for me as he made his way to the door. I could hear him talking to someone before two sets of footsteps made their way into the living room.

Bella appeared then, her hands holding a pile of books and I knew she had brought over my homework – well the stuff from today seeing as she came every evening to help me catch up throughout the week.

"Bella," I sighed happily, waving her over, ignoring the looks Alice and Emmett gave us. Any minute now and they'd leave.

"We should be leaving, Esme wants us home for dinner," Alice said, waving Emmett to the door as she gave me a soft smile, her eyes flicking to Bella before they left.

"They don't like me," Bella announced once she was sure they were gone.

"I don't think they like anyone," I told her, shifting on the sofa, making room for her. "What work have we got to do now?"

"Trigonometry," she said, pouting at the thought. I chuckled along with her as she opened the book, the pair of us getting the work done quickly.

Monday morning was something I wasn't at all prepared for. It also didn't help that it had started to snow the night before and it was still snowing this morning as we left.

When Bella honked her horn, I forgot that I had been out of school for a week so when we turned up at the school and everyone gathered around Bella's truck, I suddenly wished I didn't have to come into school.

"Are you going to be okay?" Bella asked, turning to face me as she turned the engine off. I gave her a slight nod, my eyes roaming around the car park until they settled on Alice and Emmett. I noticed Edward leaning against his car, his eyes on me as I pulled open the door.

"I am so sorry, Callie," Mike said, his voice instantly irritating me as I saw his face flash in front of mine as I stepped out of Bella's truck.

"It's fine, Mike," I told him, quickly pushing my way to the front of the car, meeting up with Bella.

I looked at her with wide eyes before grabbing hold of her arm and rushing towards the reception. I had to let them know that I was back now and to give them the doctor's note from the hospital.

"I'm not sure how you managed to stay in the hospital and keep up with all your work," Angela said, as we dropped into our seats at the table in the café. Bella chuckled at Angela as we all started picking at the fries we had.

"I wasn't really doing much in the hospital, I was kind of happy when Bella came to bring me my work," I told her, digging into the burger on my plate.

I was so happy to have proper food again. The hospital food wasn't exactly that great and Nana had been working all weekend, so I was just eating leftovers. Leftovers were great but not what I was wanting.

"Except for when Alice and Emmett were there," Bella pointed out, bringing a fry to her mouth as she nodded to the Cullen's. I followed her gaze to see all five of them looking our way.

"Alice and Emmet Cullen came to visit you at the hospital?" Angela asked, the shock clear in her voice.

Not really wanting to talk about it and slightly annoyed that Bella brought it up, I glanced out the window to see the snow still falling. Mike, Eric, and Tyler were having a snowball fight and I was happy we all rushed in after our last class.

I did not want to participate in a snowball fight.

"Look, it's still snowing," I said, trying to make them forget what we were talking about.

Bella scoffed at my attempt to change the subject and I could see Angela debating with herself whether to press the subject.

"I need the toilet," I input before either of them could say any more. I stood, glancing at my food before glaring at Bella "If you touch my food I'll have to kill you," I joked, giving her a wink before leaving them for the toilet.

The toilet was easy enough to find, surprisingly I hadn't used the toilets that were in this building before, so I thought they would be harder to find. They were located down the hallway that led to the cafeteria, who would have thought?

After finishing my business, I went to turn back to the café but a room at the end of the hallway caught my attention. The door was open, and I let my curiosity get the best of me and I made my way to the room.

As I stopped in the doorway, my eyes rested on the music instruments, my eyes lingering on the violin.

My fingers itched to play and with a quick glance down the hallway, I stepped into the room, letting the door close slightly behind me. My fingers gripped the violin and I picked up the bow putting it into position.

I closed my eyes as I let my hands and fingers take over. I didn't know what I was playing, the muscle memory taking over as I hummed along with the music as I swayed with the movement of the song.

It had been such a long time since I last played the violin and while I easily picked up where I left off, I felt the sadness erupt in my chest as I continued to play. The last time I played had been when my parents were still alive.

My thoughts were getting too much for me and I cut off, pulling the bow away and dropping the violin to my side. Opening my eyes, I found that they were blurred with tears. I went to set the violin back on its stand when someone started clapping behind me.

Spinning on my heel, I saw a tall man, with a black beard matching his hair and shining blue eyes.

"Umm," I started, looking at the man as he stepped into the room, his eyes dropping to the violin in my hands. "I didn't mean to come in here."

"It's okay," he said, coming closer and holding his hand out for what I assumed was the violin. I handed it to him without question. "You're the new student, Callie Flynn, right?" I nodded at his words, wondering how he knew that, but then thought it was a small school, everyone probably knew everyone. "I read your records. I saw you were part of the school orchestra, but you also played for the National Irish Orchestra. Why aren't you taking music here?" I could only assume that he was a music teacher here.

"I haven't played in a long time," I told him, shifting slightly as he frowned.

"But you played then, I couldn't make out any mistakes."

"I haven't really played since my parents died," I said, feeling him freeze as he nodded slowly as if he understood.

"My father died when I was eighteen, I stopped playing then, but I eventually started up again because I knew he'd be upset if I didn't ever play again." He'd been through something similar too then. "It gets better, with time, but everyone grieves differently. Sometimes it helps to do the things they love instead of shying away from them." I nodded at his words, jumping when the bell went off signaling the end of lunch. "I'm Mr. William's by the way and I'd love for you to come and join the music program here."

"I have no free periods, Mr. Williams," I said, as I made my way to the door.

"We don't do lessons for the music program, there's a practice on Tuesday mornings, Wednesday and Thursday evenings. Even if you don't want to join I'd love for you to come tomorrow morning just to get a feel for it." I slowly nodded at the thought of going. It wouldn't do any harm if I turned up to have a look.

"What time tomorrow?" I asked, holding onto the door handle as I stood on the threshold of the door.

"An hour and a half before the first period, this room. I'll be looking forward to seeing you, Callie." He said, giving me a small smile as I waved awkwardly and left.

"Where were you?" Bella asked as I joined her at our desk. She had my bag set on my chair and I smiled thankfully at her.

"I was talking to Mr Williams," I said, pulling my notepad and pen out. I could feel Edward staring at me and shivered. Why did he make things so intense? "He was asking me to join the music program."

"So, he knows about you playing the violin then?" she wondered. I could hear the excitement in her voice. While Bella hadn't seen me perform in real life, she had seen the videos.

"He heard me playing," I admitted, my cheeks flushing. Edward shifted next to me and I glanced at him. He looked like he was holding his breath, but after a while, he exhaled slowly and turned to look at me.

"You were playing?" Bella said, the astonishment clear in her voice. She knew why I hadn't played.

"He said something that made me realise I was being silly," I told her, tapping my pen on the table. "My parents would be disappointed in me for not playing anymore. I don't want to disappoint them."

"Your parents will be proud," she said, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "I can't wait to hear you play."

"I might not be able to go to school with you tomorrow." I tapped my pen harder on the desk as my nervousness grew. Would I really turn up tomorrow? Could I play again in front of people? "The music program meets an hour and a half before the first period. I'll need to get in early," I explained. "I don't want you leaving early because of me. I'll ask Nana to give me a lift, or I'll ask Charlie to drop me in on the way to work."

"I don't mind, I could—"

"You don't have to worry, Bella," I reassured her, giving her a smile. "I'll be fine. Though, I might ask to put my violin in your truck before class?"

"That'll be fine," she sighed, laughing at the cheeky smile I gave her. She started flipping through the textbook as Mr Banner directed the class to follow his notes on the board.

"I didn't know you played the violin," Edward said softly, bringing my attention away from Bella and to him. He looked at me curiously as he flipped the textbook to the right page. Why would he know?

"I haven't played in a couple of months," I told him, remember the last time I had played. It had been the night of the car accident.

"Playing can be such a personal thing." The way he said it made me think that he also played an instrument.

"Do you play?" I asked, wanting to know as much about him as he would allow.

"Piano," he said, his finger tapping on the page we were meant to be working from. I should have guessed from his long fingers that he played piano, that or the guitar.

"Are you any good?" I couldn't help but wonder. Alice was amazing at art and I knew Jasper was efficient in history. Emmett wasn't failing in any of his classes either. I knew enough about the Cullen's to understand that they excelled at school. Perhaps Edward would be the same with music.

"My mother likes to tell me I am," he said, a smile on his face. From what I knew about Esme, I understood that she doted on her children.

"My mother was also so proud when I performed. No matter if it was to one or a thousand people," I told him, remembering the bright smile on her face whenever I played a few notes on my violin.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up your mother," he muttered, the smile leaving his face as he looked at me in concern.

"It's okay. It doesn't hurt as much to think about her. She loved it when I played the violin, it's why I'm thinking about joining the music program." He nodded as I gave a slight shrug and got back to doing the work as if nothing was said between us.

I wonder if it's always going to be this hard talking to him?

"Why didn't you go to the music program?" Bella asked as she came out of her house, looking at me as I stood by her truck. I shrugged, not knowing what I could say to her. Could I admit that I chickened out and grew too scared to go? Could I tell her I thought I was going to disappoint my parents if I messed up during practice?

"I overslept," I told her as she came down, slipping on the ice and falling to the floor. I tried to rush towards her but also slipped, landing on top of her. I quickly rolled off her, clutching my wrist to my chest as it stung but I glanced at Bella, wanting to know if she was okay. "Are you okay?" I asked her, reaching over to her to help her up.

As my fingers brushed her hand a feeling of dread washed over me. What was that? What was wrong? I must have been looking at Bella with wide eyes as she looked frightened as well and reached up and wiped her face.

"Are you alright? You didn't hit your head, did you?" she asked in concern, quickly reaching over to me and pressing her fingers to the back of my head. As her fingers brushed through my hair I was filled with dread once more. Why was it happening?

"I'm fine, Bells," I whispered just as Charlie joined us and quickly pulled us to our feet.

"You best be careful on the road girls, I don't need an emergency call saying my daughters have been in an accident." Did he just say, daughters? Charlie's face flushed red and he rushed off to his car before I could say anything.

Bella shared a look with me, so I assumed he had said, daughters. She didn't look annoyed that Charlie had said it, more content instead.

"Did he just?" I asked weakly as I climbed into her truck hoping she'd turn on the heating. I was cold and wet from falling over and I hoped to be dry before school started.

"He did." Bella quickly pulled away from the house and started our journey to school. She didn't say anything for a while, but I could feel the tension growing as she was bursting to say something. "I don't mind, you know." What did she mean? "That Charlie thinks of you as his daughter. It'll be good for him to have someone else to care for. It'll be good for me too."

"I care for you too, Bells. You're the sister I always wanted." I was wondering if it was weird for me to feel so attached to her after a couple of weeks but if she felt the same way then surely it was fine. It was like we were fated to know each other. I felt like she was family.

As we made our way into the school parking lot, I couldn't help but feel the dread and fear wash over me.

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