Chapter 10: Family

Nessie's POV

I ran after Edward as fast as I could. My confusion at his sudden anger only grew. Had I done something to piss him off?

"Hey wait up!" I struggled to catch my breath.

"I'm going to kill him! I swear to God I am going to kill that mutt!"

"Kill who?"

It was as if he had completely forgotten about me and became aware of my presence again. He calmed down a little but not much.

"What's wrong?"

He remained silent. Which only made me grow more confused. What the hell happened? What had I done to cause such a reaction in him?

"It wasn't anything you-it's nothing I'm sorry,"

I was starting to get some serious whiplash from this guy. First he storms out all angry and now he's saying it's nothing? I shook my head. There was definitely something wrong. Something he wanted to hide for some reason.

"Okay," I said. Deciding that it was best just to drop the subject. "But don't you think we should at least pay for the food before storming out of a restaurant for no reason at all? I'm many things but a thief isn't one of them,"

That caused Edward to crack a smile. "You're right Nessie. Let's go back,"

The manager screamed at us when we returned. I couldn't exactly understand what he was saying because his words were running together. He was that angry. Edward just quickly paid the bill and we left. Thank God. The unwanted attention we were getting was unnerving.

"Where are we going now?" I could still feel the tension and anger coming off of Edward in waves. I didn't dare to question it though. If he wanted to tell me he would've told me already.

"Home," he finally answered. "We are going home. The family is waiting for us,"

That's when it hit me that I hadn't actually met the rest of the family yet. First time I saw them I got injured and knocked myself unconscious. Then after recovering I snuck away before officially meeting anybody. Carlisle and Edward were the only family members that I had actually met. What if they didn't like me? What if they didn't want me around?

I wasn't sure if I could take that kind of rejection. Being rejected by my peers was one thing but being rejected by my family?

Edward's ice cold grasp on my shoulder broke through my thoughts. "You'll be fine Nessie. I promise,"

Okay this guy was really starting to freak me out. It's like he knew exactly what I was thinking and when I was thinking it.

I took a deep breath. Hopefully the rest of the family was as nice as Carlisle and Edward were. I could feel my heart about ready to jump out of my chest. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that this was exactly what I wanted. What I always wanted actually.

Even before the the accident I had always longed to know who my family was. My mother's refusal to tell us anything about our dad and the rest of our family only created more and more questions. Now that I was finally going to meet them I was getting nervous about it?

As we were walking up to the door Edward grabbed my hand. His ice cold touch never failed to catch me by surprise. "Don't worry Nessie. They don't bite,"

I could not help but crack a smile. As soon as he opened the door I saw them. I had a vague memory of them from before I fell and injured my head. They were all beautiful. Insanely beautiful. Inhumane beauty. I guess beauty was a guranteed genetic trait in this family. One that unfortunately skipped over me completely.

My fears of being disliked vanished less than twenty seconds later when a woman in her mid twenties came up to me and hugged me tightly. She sounded like she was crying. Only there were no tears.

"You're so beautiful. Just like your mother and father,"

I felt my body tense up at the mention of my father. Was no one going to tell me who he was? I wanted to ask but instead the question that came out was "Who are you?"

"Sorry. I'm Esme. I'm your-well I guess it doesn't matter just yet. Does it?"

What the hell? "Um I don't understand?"

"You will soon enough Nessie. Now come in and meet the rest of the family,"

I couldn't even begin to count the amount of hugs and kisses I received that day. My worries had truly been for nothing. I was asked a lot of questions. Questions about myself. Questions about my family. Especially about mom.

No matter what though I still felt out of place. Like I didn't belong. Inferior even. As if their beauty weren't enough their obvious wealth was. They didn't need to tell me how rich they were I could see it. I could see it in the clothes they wore and the cars they drove. Everything about them screamed class, elegance, and wealth. Meanwhile I wore clothes from second hand stores and lived in a small apartment in the ghetto. I did the best I could to avoid answering questions about where I lived which was not exactly easy.

It was an odd feeling. I had gotten exactly what I always wanted but I iust felt like I didn't belong. I didn't know if that was a feeling I was ever going to be able to shake off.

I was on my way to the bathroom when I overheard a strange conversation going on between Carlisle and Edward. It hadn't escaped my notice when Edward had suddenly disappeared earlier in the day. Leaving me with my newfound.

"I'm going to kill that mutt. He is going to die a slow, agnozing death for what he's done,"

"Edward, son-"

"It's fault. That mutt raped Bella. He hurt my Bella. That's why she disappeared! That's why my daughter has gone 11 years without knowing her father. It's all his fault! I don't care about the damn treaty anymore! This is war!"

"I understand your anger. Believe me I do. You know Bella was and always will be like a daughter to me. Knowing what happened to her hurts. Knowing I could've had a grandchild to love-"

My mind felt like it had frozen over. It didn't seem logical that Edward could be my father or Carlisle my grandfather. They were both so young. It didn't make any sense.

"We will deal with Jacob later but I think it's time we go to Bella now that we know where she's at," Carlisle spoke.

"I don't know if I could handle it. Seeing her in a coma,"

"Your presence might be what brings her out of it,"

"What?"

"Remember coma patients often are aware of what's going on around them. Talking to her. The shock of hearing your voice again might be enough to bring her out of it,"

It was a minute before anyone spoke again.

"We have to tell Nessie the truth soon though,"

"Carlisle listen," It went silent again. The only thing I could hear was my heart beating. "She's listening. She already knows part of the truth,"

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