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The interior of the car is thick with tension. Anticipation sits heavily in the air, like the humidity outside the hunk of metal and glass we're sitting in.
My foot bounces against the floorboard, my fingers tapping an irregular rhythm against the vinyl of the door.
Up front, Rose and Jasper are no better.
Rose's hands are tight on the steering wheel, her knuckles a bone-white as her foot presses down on the gas pedal. The engine roars and small rocks are kicked up against the tires, spraying in a wave against the asphalt.
Jasper shifts in the passenger seat, leaning on his elbow as he stares out the window. Every so often, he'll sigh and shift again, the dashboard creaking as he grasps it, using it to help him move.
This has become our new normal since Mom and Dad came back nearly a week ago.
As soon as the bell rings, we race out the door and book it to the car. Our doors don't even completely shut before Rose tears out from the school parking lot, eager to get home.
We have been transformed into anxiety-ridden bundles of energy, wondering if Mom will still be there when we get there. We're slightly mollified during the day by sending her multiple text messages.
Mom answers each and every one of our texts with rapid response, though I know the constant barrage throughout the day is annoying her.
Despite the reassurances, they do nothing to help our worries, and we're always anxious to get back to her.
Before, the ride to and from school was a short one, thanks to the location of our house and the small size of Forks.
Lately, it seems ten times as long.
Finally, our street comes into view, and Rose zips into the driveway, nearly scratching the side of Dad's cruiser. The only sign of acknowledgment she gives about the near-miss is her wincing and sucking air through her teeth.
Jasper and I are hurdled into our respective doors, but for once, I don't mind.
I need to see my mother; maybe this time, I can talk to her one on one. There are some things the two of us need to discuss; I can no longer keep silent about my thoughts, and I think it's high time I had my say.
That's been highly difficult, though.
Since she came back, it seems as if there's no way to talk to her alone; someone is always with her, whether it's Dad or Rose. Jasper has been tagging along with each of them as well, no doubt wanting to be close to her after the scare we all had.
Now, I'm bound and determined to speak to her by myself, even if I have to force her into a room and lock the door.
As fast as I can, I unbuckle my seatbelt and scramble for the door handle. In my haste, I trip over the strap of my bookbag and fall to the ground, scraping the palms of my hands.
"Shit."
"You okay?" Rose asks, helping me stand.
I nod, brushing the dirt off my clothes. "Yeah, I just want to get inside."
Rose's hands tighten on mine as she tilts her head, raising a warning brow. "Bella, don't."
"Don't what?" I question, yanking my hands from her grip. "I just want to talk to my mother. Is that a crime?"
"Of course not, but I think you're trying to push her."
"I'm not—"
"You are," she insists. "Ever since she came back, you've been trying. Stop it. She has enough to worry about at the moment. Just … leave her be."
Briefly, my anger flares at her words.
She doesn't know what she's talking about, and it pisses me off to no end that she thinks she does. I dislike the fact that she's trying to control what I do based on what she thinks is best. I want to tell her all of this—in fact, I want to scream it—but I refrain.
Instead, I narrow my eyes and grit my teeth, reminding myself that she's merely trying to help alleviate the stress from my mother.
"I won't stress her out, but I will talk to her; she's my mom, Rose."
Without waiting for her response, I spin around, my intent firmly on the front door. Just before I reach the porch, I feel a strange pressure around my ankles, as if something is trying to weigh me down. I push past it, only to find the pressure growing and settling around me like a lead weight.
My footsteps falter, and I pause, feeling strangely apprehensive about going inside. As soon as the thought enters, I push it away; this is my house, and this is my mom. There's nothing to be nervous about.
"You okay?" Jasper asks, laying a gentle hand on my arm.
"Yeah."
Rose flanks my other side, the bottom corner of her lip tucked between her teeth as she gazes at me worriedly. "You sure? You looked unsteady."
"Yeah, I guess I didn't eat enough or something," I murmur. "I'm fine."
Together, we race up to the house and clumsily file inside, stopping short as we meet the eyes of four people, none of which belong to Mom or Dad.
My hope of talking to Mom alone quickly deflates as I take in the faces staring back at us.
The Cullens—except for Carlisle—are sitting stiffly around the table with untouched coffee mugs in front of them. Edward sits in my chair, turned in my direction with one arm bent over the back of the chair, and an ankle thrown over the opposite knee.
"Oh, hey," I greet, wondering why they're here and how they got here. I didn't recall seeing a car outside, but then again, I didn't look for one.
Stepping back, I peer through the window and immediately spot the black Volvo sitting by the curb in front of the house.
So much for my observational skills.
Edward smirks and shakes his head lightly as if he knew what I was thinking.
"What are you doing here?" I question, my tone somewhat snarky.
"I was just in the neighborhood," he smoothly replies. "Why? Does my … appearance bother you?"
"More than you know," I reply with a sneer, swinging my gaze away from him, waving at a subdued Alice and pensive Emmett, boring holes into Rose's eyes, who is staring at him just as intently, the corner of her lip tucked between her teeth. Once she realizes I'm looking between the two of them, she quickly looks away, busying herself with her cell phone.
Rolling my eyes, I catch Esme's sly grin as she looks between Edward, me, my cousin, and her son, seeing the glint in her eye as she watches the pair.
Seconds later, she turns her attention toward all of us, smiling fondly while murmuring her greeting.
"Hello, dears. How are you?"
"Fine," Rose replies slowly, looking at each Cullen—Emmett getting the quickest glance—with bewilderment. "Where are Aunt Renee and Uncle Charlie?"
Esme clears her throat, shifting in her seat ever so slightly. One of her hands curls around the coffee cup and tightens marginally, her knuckles whitening before she relaxes her hands, folding them in her lap. Briefly, her eyes lift toward the ceiling before looking back at us.
"Upstairs. They needed a moment of privacy to discuss some things."
Nodding without comprehension, I toss my book bag to the floor, jumping as a door upstairs slams open, and heavy, thunderous footsteps reverberate through the ceiling.
"—so stubborn?" Mom scolds, following after Dad as he stomps down the stairs in his gray uniform. "I can help!"
"I said no, Renee. End of discussion. I don't care if you—" he pauses, his eyes bulging as he sees me, Rose, and Jasper standing near the door.
Mom doesn't look much better than he does. Smiling sheepishly, she waves. "Hi, kids. Don't mind us."
"Everything all right?" Rose inquires.
"We're fine, honey."
Rose nods, though she doesn't appear to believe her if her pursed lips are anything to go by.
Wanting to break the tension, I step toward my parents. "Hey, Mom, can we—"
"Bella, no. Now isn't a good time," Dad interrupts, still staring at Mom. "Renee, let it go."
Mom shoots me an apologetic smile, returning her attention to Dad, her face set in grim determination as she plants her hands on her hips and stands tall.
"Well?" She challenges.
"No." Unblinkingly, Dad matches her stare with one of his own as they face off silently.
No one moves or dares to breathe as they're locked in a voiceless standoff. The only ones who moves or make a sound are Mom and Dad, who huff or grunt while they shake their heads or nod every so often.
Taking the opportunity, I stare at my parents, noting the differences in my father immediately; gone is the look of relief from a couple of weeks ago when Mom came back. His face is haggard, and his eyes are sunken in, framed with deep purple-like bruises. His complexion is pale, almost a sickly white, that stands out against the dark stubble on his face.
Even his posture screams of someone who is tired and bogged down, but still, he holds his head high and doesn't crumble under Mom's glare.
The shrill ring of a phone cuts through the tense quiet, jolting my parents out of their disagreement. Mom sighs heavily, her shoulders falling as Dad mutters a curse, declining the call and shoving it back in his pocket.
"I have to go," he says, his tone defeated and exhausted. Immediately, my heart hurts for him. "Please, Renee … stay safe. For us."
Understanding washes over Mom's features, and she nods once, her eyes drifting toward us before reaching for my father, pulling him into a warm embrace. I turn away, not wanting to interrupt their moment, and I can see everyone else doing the same.
There's a low murmur of their voices as they whisper, and I have a feeling Mom hasn't let her issue go as easily as Dad would have liked.
"Bye, kids. I'll see you later, okay? You all stay safe too."
We nod, giving him a hug as he walks past us, toward the door. Jasper follows behind, casting a quick glance toward Alice as he does.
"Do you need help or anything?" he quietly asks.
Dad gives a faint smile, shaking his head, and clapping a hand on his shoulder. "I'm good, Jasper, thanks." His eyes drift to Alice momentarily before focusing back on Jasper, leaning toward him so he can whisper. "Remember what we talked about, okay? Only do what you're ready for; if you only want friendship right now, then that's okay. If she's a good person, she'll understand. She'll wait."
I blink rapidly, surprised Jasper has talked about this with him, but at the same time, I'm really glad. Maybe now he'll be more relaxed around her.
Jasper nods, his face set in fierce determination and steps away, nodding in thanks. He steps back, and I quickly take his place.
"Are you gonna be all right?" I quietly ask, staring into his bloodshot eyes, the color so much like my own.
"I'll be fine," he immediately says before tweaking my nose playfully. "It's nice you're so concerned about me. I guess you do love me."
I wave a dismissive hand. "Pfft. I'm just concerned about you cracking up. Forks already has one crazy person running around town. We don't need another one … especially one that's practically famous, chief," I remark playfully.
Dad laughs. "Aw, you don't want to be embarrassed by your old man, huh? I'm sorry to say, that is inevitable. I'm just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I'm thinking prom … maybe graduation. Something where the whole town can see."
Playfully, I groan and allow my head to fall back momentarily before straightening and looking my father in the eye. I return his smile and grab him in another hug, feeling like he needs it.
"Thank you, sweetie," he whispers.
I say nothing, instead opting to squeeze him tighter for a moment before pulling back.
"I better get going." He looks into the kitchen where the Cullens are still sitting, watching with curious and amused glances. "Thank you for coming over. I appreciate it."
Esme smiles kindly. "Of course. We're here to help."
Nodding once, Dad gives a single wave, shooting a pointed look at Mom before shutting the door firmly behind him. Mom huffs, her eyes narrowed at the wood and brass before her mood does a complete three-sixty.
Gone is the heavy displeased frown and, in its place, is a beaming smile. With fluid, graceful movements that would make a ballerina envious, she sweeps over toward us and gives us all hugs and kisses. When it's my turn, I find myself leaning into her lukewarm embrace, noting how much more potent her scent has become.
It's not overwhelming, as if she had bathed in perfume, but still stronger than it was just the same.
When she pulls back, I can't help but stare at her, my eyes drifting down from the top of her head to her feet, looking for anything new or something to give me an indication of how she's different. To be honest, I have my theories, but I dismiss them just as quickly as they come.
She's different, but the same all at once. It's a confusing combination that leaves me seriously perplexed.
Uncomfortable with my staring, Mom clears her throat and gives me a pointed look. Smiling apologetically, I give a half-hearted shrug and lean against the banister. Exasperated, she rolls her shoulders and blows out a heavy breath, her squinted eyes trained on the floor.
Immediately, remorse flows through me. I feel bad for constantly staring, for my thoughts always straying from is she okay to how is she different, yet she's not?
It doesn't matter. Deep down, I know this. Every day, I'm thankful she's here, but I can't seem to quell my curiosity or my inquisitive nature. Something, I realize, I must get from Dad's police instincts.
"Mom, can we talk … privately?"
At once, she stiffens, and her smile turns cautious. "Bella, we don't have anything to talk about; I'm fine, okay? What more needs to be said?"
"What about how you're different and yet the same?" I ask, my words low and coming out in an unintentional hiss. Immediately, I correct my tone by taking a deep breath and try again. "I know something is up here. I just want to know what."
Gently, Mom places a hand on my elbow and escorts us away from the kitchen. It's not as private as I would like, but it's better than nothing.
"Bella," she starts, brushing hair behind my ears and cradling my face between her cool palms.
It's another thing that different; before, she always ran warm, but now it always seems like she's been running her hands under cold water.
In reality, it doesn't bother me. It's just the other difference that's nagging me.
"Sometimes," she continues, "miraculous things happen to people. Things that help people get what they really want and need to survive in the world." Thickly, she swallows, her eyes becoming glassy, but no tears fall. "While I was … away … what I wanted … what I really wanted and needed was to be like myself and to be home. Luckily, I was given that gift."
Like my mother, I swallow thickly at the implications her cryptic words provide. My minds runs rampant with possibilities at what I think she's suggesting, but without asking further questions, I'm still confused.
"Mom, are you saying—" I stop short because I can't even begin to comprehend the things that come into mind.
Then again, it's not completely surprising. I've seen Rose and Jasper share extraordinary gifts but thought that was just a twin thing. When I met Alice and noticed her blanking out randomly, I thought it was definitely odd, but I had seen enough documentaries to know that sometimes people are born with gifts.
Now I'm wondering, could a life-altering event bring out gifts in people?
My eyes drift toward the Cullens, wondering which of them have gifts. Does Esme? Emmett? Edward? If so, what are they?
Suddenly, the Cullen boys rise from their chairs to stretch, laughing at something that was said between them, effectively distracting me. Mom takes the opportunity to glide into the room, refilling their untouched mugs.
From the corner of my eye, I notice Rose's eyes glued to Emmett, watching his movements with hawk-like precision. I expect him to smirk, wink, or perhaps show off and give my cousin a little show, but his face is drawn in a serious frown, his focus on the ceiling as he moves.
Unwillingly, my gaze drifts over to his brother, who stretches more, his shirt rising slightly, his pale stomach, and a thin trail of dark hair disappearing into the top of his jeans on display. My mouth goes dry for a moment, the sight leaving me transfixed. It's only when he lowers his arms, and his shirt subsequently falls that my attention snaps to his face.
He raises an eyebrow, and his lips twitch in a smirk. Rolling my eyes and cursing inwardly, I look pointedly at his shirt, noting a blotchy gray stain on the fabric. I point to my own shirt and then his. He looks down and frowns, his fingers swiping at the fabric with agitation.
Satisfied he doesn't think I was mesmerized by him, I swing my gaze away to my mother, who is looking between Edward and me with the same glint Esme had when she was looking at Emmett and Rose.
I give her an impassive look, letting my face reveal nothing. She shrugs once, still smiling, her annoyance now forgotten.
"How was school?" Mom questions us.
"Boring."
"Fine."
"Okay," is our collective, unenthusiastic response.
To be honest, school has gone back to being uneventful and dull since Edward, Emmett, and Alice started homeschooling. It just hasn't been the same without Alice rambling on at lunch or verbally teasing Edward just to get a reaction out of him.
I'm tempted to ask when or if they'll even come back, but that will open a whole new can of worms I don't want to touch.
"Any homework?"
"A few assignments," I reply, trying not to let my gaze drift toward Edward too many times. I've already looked at him three times as it is and almost got caught staring. If his ego gets any bigger, I'm sure the house will explode. "It's nothing difficult, though. I got most of them done in study hall."
Jasper murmurs in agreement, and Mom beams. "My smart babies! I'm so proud of you."
Smiling, I brush some hair behind my ears and peer over her shoulder at the Cullens, purposely ignoring the smirking one to my left.
"So," I start, rocking back on my heels and jutting my chin toward the Cullens. "Everything okay?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes. Esme came in to check on me, and we spent the afternoon talking. Isn't that nice?"
I hum and nod, eying my mother critically. The Cullen's have been in town for a while, and they've never come over longer than a few minutes, except when Mom had returned home from her injury.
It makes me wonder if she's doing as well as she's letting on.
"I'm fine," Mom says, a hint of exasperation in her words as she correctly interprets my curious glances.
"She truly is," Esme interjects. "Carlisle wouldn't have let her come home if she wasn't. We were in the area, doing a nature walk for their physical education credits," she explains, waving a hand toward her kids. "And we wanted to stop in. Honestly, she's okay."
My body slumps, and I release a heavy breath, finding a smile tugging on my lips. "Okay, then."
"You worry too much," Mom lightly scolds.
"Well, excuse us for being worried after what happened."
On either side of me, Rose and Jasper nod in unison, looking unapologetic.
Mom sighs and shakes her head with exasperation, a small grin pulling at her lips. Finally, her shoulders drop, and she throws up her arms dramatically.
"Fine, but no more," she warns, a playful glint in her eye. "I know you were worried, and I'm sorry about that, but I'm okay now. Truly. You don't need to worry, okay? Promise me."
The three of us mumble unintelligibly, doing a combination of a nod and shrug; a telltale sign none of us are going to keep those promises.
"Between the three of you and Charlie, I'm going to go insane," Mom mutters, followed by a heavy sigh.
She plants her fisted hands on her hips as her head falls back, her face upturned toward the ceiling, and her eyes squeezed closed. A single foot taps in an irregular, frustrated rhythm, the wood floorboards underneath creaking slightly. She takes slow and steady breaths, and little by little, the irritated tapping slows.
"I have an idea," Alice says, jumping up from the table, a huge, excited grin on her face, no doubt sensing the rising tension in the room. "Let's go into Port Angeles for the afternoon. I got an email alert about some Halloween shops that opened today on Main Street."
Excitement pulses through me; my blood rushes through my veins and my heart races in double-time. All of this excitable energy has me bouncing on my toes, my hands coming together in front of me as I look at my mother with pleading eyes.
The pleading, however, seems to be unnecessary. Mom looks hesitantly enthusiastic with the suggestion, no doubt wanting some peace and quiet. But at the same time, she seems worried about us being so far away with the disappearances still occurring.
Sharing a look with Alice, and then with Esme, Mom nods.
"Go and have fun," she says with a wave of her hand. "Just be careful, okay?"
Jasper looks just as eager as I do, and with one final look, we race to put our stuff away before sprinting back to the front door, where Rose still stands. She's watching Mom and Esme quietly converse, and to my surprise, Esme looks a bit upset as she speaks with Mom.
Whatever is being said, Mom is taking her seriously, nodding every so often. But to me, I can tell she's not completely paying attention.
"Are you coming with us?" I ask Rose, keeping one eye on the two women in the kitchen.
"Ooh, yes! That would be so much fun." Alice interjects, looking at Rose with sparkling eyes.
Rose eyes her with suspicious aversion, her lips pursed and eyes narrowed as she glances between the three of us.
"I don't think so."
Jasper sighs heavily at her reluctance, rubbing a hand over his face and giving her a hard look. Gently grasping her elbow, he pulls her into the living room, crossing his arms over his chest, still glaring at her through slightly narrowed eyes.
"You could be a little nicer, you know."
"I just don't feel like—"
"If this is the same old shit, I have to tell you she hasn't made a move on me," he grinds out through clenched teeth. "She's been nothing but friendly toward Bella and me. Nothing has changed in her friendship with Bella."
I nod in agreement. Alice hasn't done anything to make me think she's using me to get close to Jasper. She's been the same friend she has been since she sat with me at lunch. Sure, she's been kind of absent-minded and withdrawn, but she's obviously going through a lot right now. I'm giving her space while sending the occasional text every now and then, telling her I'm here for her.
"I don't think it's—"
"Jesus, Rosalie," Jasper snaps. "Stop it. Be polite, okay? Alice hasn't been anything but nice, and she hasn't tried anything. Just be nice to her. She's Bella's friend … and mine."
The last two words come out softly as if he's nervous to admit it.
"Just come with us," I say, tugging on the sleeve of her shirt, trying to diffuse the situation. "It'll be fun to get out of the house for a bit. Maybe we can call Jake, and they can meet us there. It'll be like old times."
Rose huffs lightly, looking back toward the kitchen. Her eyes are drawn immediately to Mom, who smiles back as she chats with Esme. Then, ever so slightly, her eyes drift to the door, where Alice and Emmett are standing, waiting patiently.
After a moment of deliberation, Rose nods. "Fine. What I was going to say before I was rudely interrupted is that we can't stay too long. I have plans tonight, and I need to study."
I roll my eyes at the worried tone in her voice. She doesn't need to study as hard as she thinks she does. She always aces every test—whether she's studied for it or not—and knows the answers to every pop quiz she's given. Plus, she gets the highest grades on each and every state test, not to mention the freshman college tests her teachers in advanced placement give her.
When I tell her this, she grins, the smile small and bashful as her cheeks darken. "Maybe I get those grades because I study."
"Yeah, it has nothing to do with the fact that you're smart."
Rose flushes in embarrassment, not acknowledging my statement as she heads for the door.
Whipping out my phone, I shoot off a quick text to Jake, asking if he wants to hit the Halloween shops with us.
Seconds later, he responds.
Hells, yeah, B! Leah, Paul, and Seth are coming too. The rest of the gang is busy. See you soon!
I show the text to Rose and Jasper, who smiles excitedly. Alice and Emmett look on confused.
"I invited some friends from La Push. That's okay, right?"
I don't think it should be a problem, considering how comfortable they all seemed to be with one another, but I don't want to assume either.
"Of course!" Emmett replies, looking thrilled, much to my relief. "They're always welcome. Is Paul coming? 'Cause he owes me a rematch."
"A rematch for what?" I curiously ask, though, on second thought, I probably don't want to know. With these groups, there's no telling what kind of games they play.
"Racing, and arm wrestling. He thinks he's faster and stronger than me," he snorts. "In his dreams. Even Edward is faster than him."
Still in the kitchen, leaning against the table, Edward shakes his head. "Leave me out of it."
"Big baby." Emmett turns to glare at his brother, though there's no heat behind it. "It wouldn't kill you to race him once and prove me right!"
"Leave me out of it," Edward says raising his hands.
Emmett rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath.
"Who won last time?" Rose questions, leaning against the entrance of the living room with a curious smirk.
Shrugging his shoulders, his gaze drops to the floor as he mumbles, "it was a draw."
"Hmm," she hums, appraising him from head to toe, while I gape, surprised at his answer. How on earth was something like a tie between them? To me, it's clear who would win.
"I want to watch the rematch. I'll be an impartial judge."
For some reason, Rose's statement makes him happy, and he grins like an excited kid, nodding vigorously.
By his side, Alice excitedly scrolls through her phone; her face lit up in anticipation. Her expression matches his perfectly and the sight of it brings me out of my shock. I smother a laugh with the back of my hand, which gains Alice's attention.
"Check it out!"
I take a step back as she shoves the phone in my face. Once my eyes adjust, I see the video clip of a demonic-looking animatronic girl climbing up the wall, her eyes glowing red and her head spinning around. Her cheap-looking hair flies wildly as her head twists around like an owl, her movements jerky and robotic.
All in all, it's pretty cool.
Behind her, Emmett looks unimpressed if the deep frown he's sporting is anything to go by.
"Neat, huh? I'm so getting this one," she enthuses, pocketing her phone with a child-like enthusiasm as she jumps in place.
"Eh," Emmett replies, shrugging. "You always pick the suckiest decorations!"
"I do not!" She argues, her face screwing up in irritation as she stomps her foot. "I've scared plenty of people to the point where they peed themselves!"
"Maybe, but this decoration won't do that," he says, waving toward her phone.
"This is a great one!"
"Pfft. It looks cheap. There are tons of better ways to scare people than using that crappy thing."
Alice points a finger at his chest, jabbing him with each word. "Keep your opinions to yourself. I like it, and it doesn't suck!"
Emmett rolls his eyes, looking unimpressed with his sister's display of annoyance. "It does too. I'm just giving you my opinion, which you're going to ask for anyway. Edward, don't you think it sucks?"
Edward, who had been following the argument studiously, looks sharply away and blinks, widening his eyes into one of innocence and ignorance.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Pansy," Emmett spits, making Edward chuckle under his breath.
Meeting Edward's gaze, I nod in approval, biting my lip to keep my own laughter at bay in fear of being dragged into the conversation. Edward smirks back at me, returning his attention to his siblings as they continue.
"I'm telling you, in that video, it looks stupid and not scary enough for Halloween. If it looks better in person, I'll take it back." Emmett folds his arms over his chest in a final way, closing out his argument.
"Oh, you'll be taking it back," she tells him, a strange twinkle in her eye. As she continues, she pokes his chest again with each word she utters. "You'll definitely regret your opinions."
The knowing look on her face has Emmett shifting from foot to foot and scratching the back of his neck before breaking off in forced laughter.
"Yeah, sure. Are we going or what? Daylight's wasting."
Without another word, he's out the door, jumping off the steps and racing to the black Volvo parked by the curb. Alice chuckles darkly and sinisterly grins, her entire face transforming into something devious.
"He thinks he's right all the time and knows what's best. While I'll admit, some decorations I've picked in the past weren't that good, but I've gotten better. I know this one will be scary … and I'll prove it. He'll scream like a little girl."
Alice follows her brother, slowly whistling as she slowly saunters across the lawn toward their car. Rose chuckles at the interaction, grabbing her purse on the way out.
"This might not be so bad, after all."
Shaking my head at her, I turn back, seeing Edward standing in the entrance of the kitchen, leaning against the wall. It doesn't look as if he has any intention of joining us, and before I can stop myself, words spill from my lips.
"Are you coming?"
A slow, wide smirk spreads on his face. Pushing off the wall, he walks toward me slowly, coming to a stop a foot away. I swallow thickly, realizing my mistake.
"You want me to come with you?"
Innocently as I can, I do a combination of a shrug and a shake of my head, patting his chest once. "I don't care. I just wanted you to feel like you were included so you wouldn't feel left out. I don't want you going even crazier on us because we didn't invite you to play."
His low chuckle follows behind me, but I do my best to ignore him, heading toward Rose's car since we can't fit into one vehicle. Just as we part ways, I think I feel a gentle caress across the back of my hand. My head shoots up, but all I see is Edward eyeing Emmett with annoyance as he stands next to the driver's side door, nervously staring at a maniacal looking Alice.
I know I had felt something glide across my hand, but there's nothing on my skin, nor is there anything hanging off my sleeve. I suppose I could have imagined it, or it could have been a muscle spasm, but there's something inexpressive about Edward's face to make me think he's innocent.
"Did you—?"
"What?" Edward inquires, raising a single brow.
My footsteps falter at the brief twinkle I see in his eye, but it's gone too quickly before I can make out what it means.
"Come on!" Jasper bellows out of the passenger side window just before I can say a word. "Get in the car."
Rose stands by the driver's side; a hip cocked out as she twirls her keys around her index finger.
"Move," Edward demands of his brother, fishing out his own keys from his pocket.
Emmett shakes his head, nodding over toward a still smirking Alice. "No way! You get in the passenger seat, and she sits in the back."
"And you call me a baby. Move."
When Emmett refuses to budge, Edward rams his shoulder into Emmett's, barely causing him to jostle. He stands firm, his feet planted hip-width apart, crossing his arms over his chest with a smug smile.
"Really? That's cute; it tickled."
"Emmett, there's no time for this," Edward grunts in frustration, running a hand through his hair and looking over his shoulder. Seeing all of us staring, he turns back around, leaning a hand against the car and tapping his fingers against the top. "Do you really want her sitting behind you where you can't see her?"
Emmett's head whips around to stare at his sister in wide-eyed apprehension, which doesn't abate as he sees her smirk grow. Stepping back, he jumps into the backseat and locks the door, gesturing for Alice to take the passenger seat.
Over the top of the car, Edward and Alice exchange amused glances, looking as if they were again having one of their secret conversations.
"We'll follow you," Edward calls out just before he gets into the car.
Moments after we pull out of the driveway, I peer over my shoulder, and upon seeing me looking, Edward smirks and gives me a two-fingered wave.
Lightly, I roll my eyes and turn around, watching as the trees blur past my window.
The peace from watching the scenery race past me doesn't last long. Rose slows the car down to a crawl, her hands gripping the wheel tightly as she leans forward.
"Oh, no," she murmurs, her voice no louder than the gentle rumble of the engine. "What happened?"
My stomach tightens and flips as my palms become slick, and my hands lightly shake. The skin on the back of my neck tingles, the flesh tightening my heart thunders in my ears.
This uneasiness, something I've felt a few times before, crashes over me in a heavy wave, making me feel paranoid and jittery.
Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I lean slightly to the left and peer out of the windshield, immediately seeing the issue.
Three police cars and an ambulance are lined up on the road, their red and blue lights swirling together against the mass of dark green trees. The blur of lights creates a dizzying effect, and briefly, I think I see the sight of a body perched near the top of the evergreen, their head titled down as they watch the scene below.
"Pull up," I urge, tapping Rose on the shoulder, my heart thundering in my chest as my breathing accelerates, coming out in low, sharp bursts through my parted lips.
Both Rose and Jasper turn to look at me, concern evident in their features, but I pay them no mind, my eyes glued to the trees on my right.
Finally, she does as requested, driving an inch at a time before coming to a gentle stop.
This vantage point is much better and gives me a clear view of this person hanging around in the trees—or rather the large cluster of debris, made up of leaves and a deflated balloon.
Jaw tightening and eyes narrowed, I glare at the contorted shape stuck in the tree. My hands shake and twitch toward the door, wanting to open it and march over there for closer inspection. Deep down, I know I would have if it weren't for the large group of people walking about, their faces set in a grim mask.
Uniformed officers trek between their cars and the woods, some holding plastic bags and others writing notes while they quietly speak to one another.
Their movements are stiff and precise, their eyes hollow and serious as they talk and look over the area with a critical eye. From years of seeing my father work, I know they're all deeply focused on their work … and even more, slightly disturbed by whatever happened here.
Dad stands in between the middle of the activity, his back to the road as he speaks with an EMT, nodding at whatever the man is telling him. His cast rests on his hip while the other hand is up toward his face, his fingers most likely roughly scratching his mustache and the stubble on his chin and cheeks.
The man he's with nods toward us and points, prompting Dad to turn and stare unseeingly, his face blank and hard. Robotically, he moves toward the car, coming to stop a foot away.
"Uncle Charlie?" Jasper inquires, waving a hand in Dad's direction.
He doesn't reply or make a move to acknowledge Jasper's attempts for his attention. Exchanging concerned glances, Rose unbuckles her seatbelt and reaches for the door, shifting her body so she can heave herself from the vehicle.
At the sound a car door slamming, Dad snaps out of his daze, blinking rapidly. He scrubs a hand over his face; his eyebrows raised high on his forehead.
"Hey, kids. You can't stay parked here," he tells us, nodding behind us.
Turning to look, I see a small line of cars paused behind ours, but surprisingly, Edward's car isn't one of them. Instead, he's parked on the side of the road; his body angled toward Alice as she sits in the front seat, her fingers massaging her temples in short, agitated circles.
Emmett leans forward from the back; his cell phone clutched in his hand. Whatever is being said must not be good news as his face morphs into a look of fury. Edward's expression is no better, and the looks he's sporting now is strangely reminiscent of the night he saved Rose and me from Royce.
His fingers tap on the steering wheel in short, aggravated bursts as he leans toward the phone, gritting something out between clenched teeth. Behind him, Emmett lightly slaps his shoulder, though he doesn't look any better than his brother.
"—okay?" Rose asks, leaning toward the passenger window. The corner of her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her eyes roam over his face. "You don't look good."
Dad barks out a humorless laugh, scrubbing a hand down his face. His eyes closely watch each car that slowly passes us, his stare hard and fierce.
"You can always count on family to tell you the truth."
"If we don't tell you, who will?" I ask, forcing a smile. "You do look bad."
My words are meant to tease, but there's truth behind them too. I'm concerned about these latest events. I wonder just how much he can take before he cracks.
Dad chuckles, a shimmer of humor appears in his eyes for a moment before it dulls.
Rose ignores me and keeps her stare on Dad. "It wasn't meant that way," she admonishes, though there's no force behind it.
"I know, I know." Dad trails off in a sigh, looking behind him briefly before returning his gaze to us. "Go on to where you need to be, okay? Just be careful … and don't cause trouble until after six. I can't cover for you until then."
He attempts a smile, but like his joke, it comes out forced and stilted. Realizing this, he sighs again, waving forward.
"You better get going. I want you three home for dinner."
Rose's head drops forward slightly, but she nods, her lip still caught between her teeth. "Okay," she replies quietly. "Be safe."
"Always. See ya, kids."
We wave to Dad as Rose slowly pulls back out onto the road. Turning around once more, I look for Edward's car, but it's no longer parked on the side of the road, nor is it in the line of cars following behind us.
Did they pass us without me realizing it?
Surmising they must have, I check my phone but find no messages from Alice. I'm tempted to call and see if everything is all right, but something tells me I better not.
I'm sure if they've changed their minds about coming, they'll let us know sooner or later.
Sitting back, I try to enjoy the scenery racing past my window, but my mind keeps drifting to the scene we left behind. The scene my father is currently in the middle of.
What had happened?
Was it an animal sighting?
Did someone get hurt hiking in the woods?
Did some kids try to burn down the forest, attempting to be "cool" as they smoked up?
All of these are valid possibilities since they've happened more than once in the past, but deep down, I already know the truth.
Someone else was found, and unfortunately, they won't get their happy ending.
With vivid clarity, I remember Bree Tanner's parents, sobbing on the floor of the hospital, begging the doctor to bring their baby back. Squeezing my eyes closed does nothing to erase the image of their white-knuckled grip on each other as tears streamed down their faces, their eyes and moans radiating pure, debilitating pain.
Who would that be tonight? One of my friends? Arthur? Someone from town?
Regardless, it's someone … it's someone's family member, and they're someone loved.
Pushing the thoughts away, I ignore Jasper's curious gaze as he turns toward me. Breathing deeply through my nose, I attempt to control the ache in my chest, and the shakiness of my hands.
"Everything okay?"
I jerk a shoulder upward, trying to push out all of the familiar faces of the people I know. Until there's more to go on, I know I shouldn't assume, but with the people still missing in the area, it's hard not to.
"You don't know anything yet, so don't assume the worst," he murmurs, nudging my knee with his hand. "It could have been anything."
"That's true," Rose offers. "It could have been anything. I know things have been scary around here lately, but Forks has its normal, everyday crimes too."
Blowing out a breath, I rest my head against the seat and nod, settling in for the rest of the ride. They're right, it could be anything and I don't need to think negatively. Despite logic telling me Dad and the other officers wouldn't have been that stoic and stony-faced if it were a regular, everyday crime, I need to believe it.
Right about now, normality would be good.
Before too long, Port Angeles comes into view, and Rose slows the car down to a reasonable speed, navigating toward downtown, where the Halloween shops are located.
Luckily, we manage to find a parking spot right in front of the row of shops, and we exit the car, seeing the windows lit up with orange and purple lights, and scary decorations plastered to the glass.
Anticipation vibrates up my spine and my lips quirk upward in a smile, my cheeks straining from the effort. Jasper mirrors my eagerness, his face bright and excited.
"Look at that," he whispers in awe, pointing to something in the window.
Following his line of sight, I see the white-masked, serial killer animatronic standing near the door, its arm raised high in the air, a long butcher knife in its grip.
Bouncing lightly on my toes, I squeeze my hands together in anticipation, wondering what the price for it will be. That movie series is one of my favorites, and I would love to have it, but I can't see paying a fortune for it.
Even I have my limits.
"How much do you think it is?"
"There's no way you're buying that," Rose interjects, looking at us like we're crazy. "Uncle Charlie will shoot that thing in the middle of the night! Not to mention, I'll have a heart attack. You're not getting it; absolutely not."
Jasper and I exchange a look, and I have no doubt his evil grin matches mine.
"We could split it. Hopefully, it doesn't cost that much," Jasper says, ignoring Rose's angry muttering.
We head toward the store, but stop as Rose speaks.
"Where is Em—the others? Weren't they following us?"
Irritation flashes across her face, as well as something else I can't name. It looks something similar to worry, but I can't be sure.
Jasper gazes around with his eyebrows furrowed together, shaking his head and jerking a shoulder upward. "Yeah, they were. That's odd. I wonder if everything is okay."
Fumbling for his phone, he presses a few buttons and brings it up to his ear, only to bring it back down after thirty seconds.
"It went to voicemail."
Rose crosses her arms over her chest and purses her lips, tapping her foot against the concrete as she looks at her own phone, lips pressed together in a thin line. After a moment, she straightens, her eyes widening.
"Since they're not here, let's not stick around and waste our time. Let's head back."
"We still want to be here," I tell her, gesturing between Jasper and myself. "Besides, Jake, Leah, Seth, and Paul are coming. Don't you want to see them?"
Debating, her gaze shifts between the car and the store before landing on us. Seeing our determined and eager expressions, she sighs lightly, but nods and heads inside.
As soon as we step over the threshold, we're greeted with a symphony of ominous music, a creepy organ, rattling chains, thunder, and a low cackle that would make any five-year-old shiver in fright. It's a cliché track of "haunted house" sounds, but to me, it's the best sounds in the world.
Already, I can see tons of stuff I want to look at; creepy signs that "show" you the way to the haunted houses, mixed with humorous ones that mock old-style cafes, hotels, and witch's lairs.
Spider web of every variety—white, black, purple, and green—are strung up on the ends of the aisles, fake spiders stuck in the web.
Everywhere you turn, there's something spooky to look at, from masks to props of ghosts and severed heads, to demonic babies and creepy animals. There's something to suit every Halloween lover's taste.
It's why I love this time of year so much.
At the door stands the animatronic I saw from outside, and my hopes instantly die. It's near four hundred dollars. Even if Jasper and I pull our money together, there's no way we can afford this.
"That sucks," Jasper remarks, noting the price. "Oh, well. There's a ton of other stuff we can buy, though."
I nod in agreement; personally, I'd rather have a bunch of little things than one big thing I can't even keep out all year round.
Setting off in different directions, the three of us scour the store, slowly going up and the aisles leisurely. On the way, I snag a few items that catch my eye. I don't get everything I like, however, because I know I'll see something else later that I'll want even more.
Toward the back of the store, I pause near the floor to ceiling chart of costumes the store has available and slowly browse, drifting from picture to picture with moderate interest.
There's nothing that really stands yet, but I know I'll find something. If I can't, then I'll simply wear my backup costume, because there's no way I'm not dressing up.
Through the gap between the paper and the wall, a sliver of glass peeks through, allowing the sight of the street to shine through. Casually glancing, I take a quick look but do a double-take as I spot the Cullens across the street standing in a loose circle intently conversing amongst themselves, oblivious to everything around them.
However, that's not what has my attention.
It's the two people walking toward them, their intent clear.
A man with shoulder-length, medium blond hair, tied back with a thick leather cord walks confidently through the crowd, smirking as the people on the sidewalk gives them a wide berth. The woman next to him walks just as gracefully as he does, her wild and vibrant, fire-engine red curls bouncing with each step.
She too seems to enjoy the berth they're being given, her eyes staring unblinkingly at a few people as they pass. At certain times, she seems to lean toward them, as if she's going to touch them, but she never gets the chance. The man slings an arm around her shoulder, pulling her tight against his side as they continue toward the Cullens.
Instantly, I recognize the man.
He's the one that knew that creep Laurent, who cornered me in the alley.
He seemed very familiar with him, giving me no doubt he knew him rather well. The question, however, remains, is this guy a part of the disappearances and murders?
I'm sure Laurent has something to do with what's going on around town. He's too creepy and cryptic not to, but these two? I'm not too sure. If that guy knows Laurent, then there's a definite chance they are.
Quickly, I move through the store, heading toward the exit. I need to somehow warn the Cullens, so they're not ambushed. I'm sure they don't need my help, but I can't stand by and do nothing.
When I'm within arm's reach of the door, I run smack dab into a hard body. I fully expect the arms that grasp me to be cold, but instead, they're warm, bordering on hot.
Looking up, I see Leah standing in front of me with a smile, Jake at her side with his arms outstretched toward her. Concern mars his expression; his eyes focused on every move she makes. He only seems to relax when Leah pulls back slightly, sure I'm not going to fall.
Seeing his behavior, she rolls her eyes and elbows him in the side before pulling me into a hug. "Hey, you! Where are you running off to?"
"Yeah, leaving so soon? Do you hate us that much?" Jake teases, taking his turn to hug me.
"Of course not. I was just going to tell Ed—the Cullens something."
Jake and Leah exchange a look, their expressions flickering between amusement and worry before settling on indifference.
"Oh? And what do you have to tell Edward?"
Lightly, I kick Jake's shin; a little put-out, he doesn't even flinch. "I thought I—"
"What do you have to tell me?" Edward asks, stepping through the door, his sister following behind him. His lips quirk in a teasing grin, his eyes sparkling. "Bella? You had to tell me something?"
"Just that you're a huge pain in the ass," I quip.
"Are you sure that's all?"
I pause, tapping my pursed lips with my index finger. "Yup. Pretty much."
He chuckles, leaning toward me. Behind him, Jake's eyebrows bob up and down.
"Whoo! I love the tension between you two! Get it on!"
Leah smacks his shoulder, but she, too, is grinning as she watches Edward and me closely.
With his lips close to my ear, I shiver as his breath gently blows across the shell of my ear as he speaks. "Ditto."
Jerking back, I plaster a scowl and cross my arms, attempting to maintain an annoyed expression, but it's hard, so I settle for ignoring him.
Breaking in before things can get too tense, Alice pulls Leah and Jake into a hug. "I'm glad you could make it! We'll catch up later, okay? I have to get my decorations before Emmett vetoes them … and I still have to prove him wrong about the animatronic. See ya!"
Jake and Leah exchange confused glances, but chuckle anyway, shaking their heads at Alice's speedy speech and departure.
When she's gone, Edward turns to me with a raised eyebrow, obviously waiting on an answer.
"I thought I saw something. Where's Emmett?"
Edward pauses for a long moment, staring at me studiously before replying. "He had to get something from the car, and he wanted to catch up with Paul and Seth."
My shoulders drop in relief, and I release the short breath I had been holding. "Okay, good."
Before the silence can stretch on too long, Leah pulls Jake's arm.
"I have an idea; let's get a bunch of Halloween stuff and meet up outside to look at everything. It'll be fun! Come on, Jake. Let's go pick out our costumes."
Jake's shoulders hunch inward, and his head drops forward, his chin touching his chest as he drags his feet after her. "Really? Do we have to?"
"Yes, we have to," she replies, her voice fading the farther they get.
"So, were you concerned about me or something? You missed me, didn't you?"
I ignore Edward's smirk and shrug indifferently, unhurriedly strolling through the store. I don't hear him, but I know he's following behind me.
"Not really," I reply, my voice seemingly low with the music and various props playing throughout the store. "I was just going to get some air."
"Hmm," he hums, picking up a package of fake blood with a humorous smile, shaking the plastic jar rapidly. "Without paying for your stuff? You were willing to risk being arrested for shoplifting?"
"What can I say? I live an exciting life. Have to keep the thrill alive somehow."
"Right," he says, drawing out the word.
Bringing my bottom lip between my teeth, I walk away with my head held high, continuing my shopping. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Edward following behind me a few steps, randomly picking up whatever item catches his interest, or whatever item I look at. Every so often, his fingers brush against mine, but with his impassive face, I can't tell whether he's doing it on purpose or accidentally.
Jake and Leah meet up with me halfway through my browsing, opting to keep their costumes a secret, though the twinkle in their eye tells me it's anything but good.
In the next aisle over, I hear a high-pitched screech followed by a familiar cackle. Edward chuckles lowly, nodding his head toward the end of the aisle where a triumphant Alice walks past, followed by a pouting Emmett, who is lugging a huge animatronic box with him, grumbling under his breath.
From the scene, I deduce Alice had scared Emmett; I just wish I had been there to see it.
"Aw, man. I hope Alice recorded it."
"Oh, trust me," Edward replies, still laughing. "She did. Just wait until it gets closer to Halloween; she's made a compilation of Emmett's "frightened" moments."
Filled with giddy anticipation, I snicker, looking forward to the holiday for a whole other reason.
While we browse, we attempt to scare each other with various items we find and surprisingly, Edward joins in. He picks up a large fake rat and places it on Jake's head, who immediately bats it off and screeches, kicking the offensive item away with a curse.
The three of us erupt in laughter as Jake complains and grumbles. We continue on, with Leah and I muffling our laughter as Edward places plastic bugs on Jake's shoulders and his hair. The more that's put on him, the harder it is to contain our laughter.
"What?" Jake asks, looking suspiciously between us.
"Nothing," Leah and I answer at once, our giggling finally winning.
He rolls his eyes and continues on, scratching the top of his head.
Feeling the object in his hair, he freezes and slowly removes it, throwing the plastic roach away with a loud curse, shaking off the other bugs on him.
Unable to contain ourselves any longer, we break out in loud laughter, watching Jake move like a wet dog.
"They're not real, babe," Leah says with a chuckle.
"I don't care! I hate bugs and rats!"
Edward's smile at the scene catches me off guard; it's boyish and almost angelic, freezing me in a state of wonder and awe. I have to admit, it would make a beautiful picture, and I wish I could take one of him, but I think it would definitely give him a bigger ego.
Before he can catch me, I quickly avert my gaze, not wanting him to catch me staring.
"You missed one," I tell Jake, walking past him.
"Where?" he calls after me, his hands frantically searching his body. "Leah, where is it? Get it off of me!"
Snickering under my breath, I make my way toward the front of the store, looking for my cousins, but they're nowhere to be found.
Searching the aisles I didn't pass I come up empty. Surmising they must be in costume aisle, I head in that direction, coming to a halt at what I see.
Alice and Jasper stand close together, avidly discussing costumes and makeup. They laugh boisterously as Alice scrunches her nose at the makeup set in his hands, reaching for another one after a moment of perusal.
Jasper reaches for the product, and smiles genuinely, his eyes staring at her longer than he's ever done before. He murmurs something as his head drops, peering up at her through his lashes and mess of hair that hangs over his eyes.
Whatever he says prompts Alice to beam and nod vigorously, clapping with excitement. Jasper laughs at her enthusiasm, pointing to the wall of costumes. She turns her attention to where he's pointing, lips pursed in concentration.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Edward step up beside me, his eyes locked on the scene I'm seeing. His eyebrows high on his forehead. Slowly, we turn toward one another, wearing matching confused expressions.
Edward inclines his head toward the duo, and I shrug, shaking my head while I raise my hands in the air. I have no idea what's going on, but I have to admit I'm happy they're becoming good friends. Honestly, I think she would be good for him to hang around with. She has enough peppy, positive energy to mellow out his serious moods.
After paying for my purchases, we all meet at the door with Jasper rushing toward me excitedly; the stuffed, orange store bag clutched tightly in his grip. Alice follows behind him, seemingly on the same wavelength.
Jasper's eyes sparkle with excitement, and his grin is as bright as the moon as he opens the bag, nodding toward the contents as we filter out. Seth and Paul are leaning against Jake's Beetle, pushing off the car when they see us.
They greet us all enthusiastically, giving jovial slaps to the back for the guys and warm, tight hugs for the girls.
"Did you want to go back in?" Jasper offers.
Paul waves dismissively as Seth shakes his head.
"Nah, we're good," Paul says. "We're pretty tired, so we'll go with you another time."
Satisfied, Jasper opens the bag, thrusting it out to all of us. "Check it out! I'm gonna be a zombie!"
My eyebrows raise high on my head. "Really? You made a decision so soon?"
Animated, he nods. "Hell, yes! Alice showed me some makeup looks from an online tutorial. She's gonna help me."
Alice smiles shyly, happiness radiating from her entire being.
"Ooh! Lemme see," Jake interjects, slapping a hand on his shoulder. The rest of the guys gather around him, taking his costume and accessories out of the bag. Once they're done, they crowd around his phone, watching the video of his intended makeup look.
While they admire the handiwork of the artist in the video, I look toward Alice.
"Did you find something, Bella?"
Pursing my lips, I shake my head. "There were some viable options, but nothing concrete yet."
"Maybe I can help you pick something out?"
"Definitely."
She beams, joining the group of guys when they call her name, speaking over each other as they ask her question after question about her makeup abilities. Whipping out her phone, she shows them some of the makeup looks she's done for her family members in the past, and upon seeing how good she is, they all clamor for her to help them.
Shaking my head at their behavior, I look around for Rose. She's standing at the end of the block with Emmett, the both of them standing completely still, holding hands with their fingers intertwined.
A slow, huge grin grows on my lips as I observe them, noting their closeness. I can't help but wonder when this progression occurred, but all thoughts on their relationship are forgotten as I follow their line of sight.
Walking away from them is the man I had seen earlier, who had been familiar with Laurent, and the wild-haired redhead.
My stomach flips, and my heart thunders in my ears at the sight of them.
And from the way Rose and Emmett are staring after them, I have a feeling whatever occurred just now isn't good.
Sorry for the delay in posts! I've had some trouble with a few chapters and other things in RL that have been a huge pain. I'm working on setting up an updating schedule so there won't be long delays in between posts. :o)
I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Stay safe!