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Listening to that story was one of the most painful things I have ever had endured in my life. Not that it was boring or too long, but just listening to what she went through. I couldn't believe half of what she said, how her own father could be so cruel.

How weird is it that our parents had the same names and we went through the same things, but on different sides. It's like – HOLY SHIT!!!

"Bella?" I asked really hesitant. I didn't want to scare her.

"Yeah?"

"What was your brother's name?"

"Um, Emmett. And my twin brother was named, oh crap. I think it's Jasper. I can't remember. How horrible is it that I can't remember? I mean, I have to be the worst sister ever to not-"

"Chill Bells. It's ok. I'm sure your brothers will understand. I mean, you didn't choose this or anything. I'm sure that they'll be thrilled that you're back home.

She looked kind of thoughtful for a while. I processed her answer more thoroughly. Emmett and Jasper….well they weren't the most common names in the world, especially together. It couldn't be, could it??

She started playing with her necklace again. I looked at my watch, and back at her necklace. They both had the same crest engraved in them,

"Holy shit, look. Your necklace, it matches . . ." I trailed off, and she came to the same conclusions as I did.

"Em-Emmett? Is that really you? You really came and found me? You're really here? Holy shit!! IT's really you!!" Bella yelled out, jumping on me in the process.

"Hey can we go see mom, and Jasper? I really need to see them. Please? Please? Please?"

Bella was almost hyperventilating, she was so excited. I just couldn't say no to her.

"Sure. We live about half an hour away from here. We've lived in the same house since you . . . ya know. We wanted you to be able to find your way home. We always knew you would, we just didn't know when. Holy crap I can't believe you're finally here!" I engulfed her in one of my huge bear hugs that I'm known for. I felt her wince away, and that just pissed me off. I mean, who the fuck is that sick that they would do this kind of stuff to an innocent kid, their OWN kid, to make it worse.

The ride to the house was filled with my unbelievably funny childhood stories. She wanted to know everything about us. I'm sure Bella was imagining her life with us instead of that monster. I mean, poor kid missed out on 17 years of a normal life. Missed out on 17 years with her family, and soon-to-be favorite big brother!

Man, mom's gonna freak! Well, after she gets over having company when we are in the process of cleaning out the house. Dylan won't believe it either . . . damn they're faces will be priceless!

I looked over at Bella in the passenger seat of my huge red Jeep, and she looked like she was scared out of her mind.

BPOV

Holy fuck holy shit holy fuck. There is no way I'm making the right choice by doing this. No way. My mother and Jasper aren't going to want me, all broke, ugly, worthless. I'm just going to make a fool out of myself! There is no way I can go through with this. I don't care what Emmett said. They aren't going to want me barging in on their lives. They won't recognize me. Oh God what have I gotten myself into??

I started hyperventilating again. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. All of the feeling and thoughts I had swirling in my head were going into overdrive. Emmett's announcement that we were only 10 minutes away didn't help much either.

I tried focusing on whatever happy thoughts I had to calm myself, and some were pretty sad excuses for happy memories. I mean what kind of kid focuses on the first time they saw a hockey game on TV as the best thing to happen to them? Yeah, it was pretty pathetic, but thinking about the New York Rangers always calmed me down. (A/N: the rangers actually do calm me down. Pretty sad, but true.)

I focused on remembering my mom and twin brother. I couldn't remember much, I was so little when all of this happened. My mom had caramel colored hair and was always really loving. Jasper had blue eyes, and I'm not sure what color hair he had. I don't think he had hair by the time I was taken.

I opened my eyes, and realized we had pulled up in front of a very familiar house. It was huge, very modern, and had a lot of windows all over it. I had dreamed about it and imagined coming back here for 13 years, and it's finally coming true.

Emmet helped me out of the car, I was still really weak and in a daze from the past few hours.

Emmett walked in first, holding my hand behind him, and pulling me behind him in the process, as he entered the house. I took in everything really fast. There was hockey equipment lining the front hallway, things looked like they were being cleaned out and thrown out.

"Sorry about the mess. It's 'winter cleaning' as mom calls it. She's gonna be mad at me for bringing you until she knows who you are. She hates having company while we clean. She hates having people see the house like this."

"Oh I really don't mind. It's amazing. So much better than I imagined," I replied, still looking around. "You play hockey?" I asked, and gestured to the bags and equipment in the front hallway.

"Yeah definitely. I'm trying to get a scholarship to Boston University. I'm a senior this year, so it's my last shot. You know hockey?"

He looked at me, obviously not expecting my response.

"Hell yeah! Hockey was like my escape. I can't actually play, I'm too clumsy on skates. But I love watching and I think I know the game pretty well."

I was so proud of myself, for being able to fit in and find some kind of common ground with my older brother, and by the looks of the second bag, my twin brother as well.

"Emmett is that you?" We heard a voice float from upstairs. I saw a beautiful woman who looked like she was only 35 come down the stairs. She looked like how I would picture my mom, but she was way too young. An Aunt, maybe?

"What did I tell you about bringing people over? The house is not presentable, you should know this by now! I'm sorry dear, I swear this one never uses his head. I'm Esme. I'm very sorry for how the house loo-" She stopped and looked at me for a long time, like she recognized me, but couldn't figure out from where.

"Mom, this is Bella" Emmett said slowly, like he knew his mom knew.

"Oh my lord Bella? Is that really you? Emmett where, how? Oh my gosh I can't believe it's you sweetie. How did you get here? Where were you? You're all grown up! And so much more beautiful than I ever imagined. And you still have the locket! It looks like you have never taken it off. Wow, I cant believe it's you!" Esme just kept going on and on, I was so surprised. I thought for sure she wouldn't want me to stay. I'm sure hearing my story would change her mind.

"Jasper come down here! Look who it is!" Esme called up the stairs, and a really tall, 17 year old came down the stairs. I was right about the blue eyes, and he had longish blond hair, the same color and length as James, but thank god it was curly, or I wouldn't be able to look at him. Even now it was hard. He looked so much like James.

"Who is this?" Jasper asked. He sounded sad. Not like upset, but like kind of depressed. Apparently Emmett and Esme, I mean mom, have heard it a lot.

"Jasper this is Bella. You remember us telling you about her. Your twin sister. I found her." Emmet said with a lot of pride in his voice. Jasper looked really shocked, than looked like he was about to cry, then hurried back into his room.

A/N: haha bet you didn't see that coming. That was a pretty long chap for me . . . almost 1500 words! I hope you liked it. Sorry for the long wait. I swear im already writing the next chapter. Review please! I feel like nobody's reading…..and it's not exactly making me feel motivated to update.

Btw: the Rangers are a hockey team in new York. They play in the NHL and it's my favorite sports team.

LETS GO RANGERS

Emily