Revised

Chapter Four – Truth?

I followed them into the forest. I could barely see the entrance they went in; it was overgrown with trees but going down the track I could see where there had been lit torches for a celebration of some sort. Their car made a sharp left and pulled into the driveway of a very expensive looking house. Panels of glass lined one whole side while wood covered the rest. Trees surrounded the house but my attention was drawn to the fact I was getting closer. I stopped. The Chevy squeaked to an abrupt stop. I was hidden behind a thick bramble bush that was only yards away from the house.

His car stopped outside a garage door which seemed to open as soon as it entered the area in front. I gazed in wonder of what would jump out. Shocked by the sight of a tall blonde, my mouth gaped open. Since when did he have a sister? I saw Renéesme get out of the car and run towards the blonde. I was too busy watching the brief exchange to notice the small, dark haired girl that danced out of the front door. Another sister? She seemed not to notice them as she started to walk towards me. I cussed.

Sudden realisation made me wonder if she had seen me coming but that was beyond belief. No one can see into the future, surely. What did it matter? She must have seen the truck. She tapped on the passenger window for me to let her in. I hesitated but reluctantly felt I could trust her. I hardly know her!

"Hey" Her voice rang like Renéesme's. No way were they related. Come on, seriously! She hopped into the passenger's seat and looked at me. "So who are you?…" she began to count on her fingers multiple questions to ask "…what do you want? How did you find this house?" She took a moment to breathe when I stopped her midsentence.

"I could say the same to you. Who are you? And how do you know Renéesme?" She seemed startled that I knew her. She was obviously stuck for an answer. I could see her working it out in her head.

"She is … my niece." She stated bluntly. "She is the child of my brother and his wife."

I returned my gaze to Renéesme, the blonde and him – I never actually found out his name. Her gaze followed mine. She seemed to know what I was about to say; like she had already had this conversation worked out.

"No, his name is Jasper. He's my … husband."

"And the blonde?" I asked

"My sister. Rosalie."

"What's your name? If you don't mind me asking." I questioned

"Alice. Alice Cullen." With that she jumped out of the car and bounced towards Rosalie, Jasper and Renéesme. Was she really married to him and she was so young to be an aunt. Was this really the truth?