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Chapter two
Awakening
Sunlight filtered in through the window. I could hear talking around me but I didn't open my eyes, until I realized, I didn't know where I was.
I sat up in the bed. The sheets were white, and the cover was thick and down-filled. I looked at my clothing; I was wearing a blue cotton tee shirt and a pair of striped pajama pants.
I looked to the bedside table and saw that a phone and gun were sitting there, untouched.
Fearful, I grabbed the gun and slowly crept into the hallway. The floors were hardwood, and the walls were a soft golden color.
Walking down the stairs, I heard the voices grow louder, and the distant sounds of cooking.
I held my gun ready, edging closer to the open kitchen door. I peeked around the side of the door.
There was a family all sitting in the vast kitchen. At the kitchen island, there was a blond haired male talking to a female with black spiky hair. She held her hand up to his, their fingertips touching lightly. At the table was another male arm wrestling with a woman. She was small compared to him, but to me it seemed that she held her own; he was struggling while she looked bored, looking at the fingernails of her other hand. Looking out of the window was another man. He had his palm touching the glass.
I took another step, trying to surprise them but the floor creaked under my feet.
Instantly all eyes turned to me.
"You don't need that gun, Isabella." The black haired girl said.
"Who are you?" I asked, still holding my gun up.
"I'm Alice. This is Jasper," she nodded at the man she held her hand up to.
"Rosalie and Emmett."
The two arm wrestling.
"Edward."
The man at the window.
"Esme, our mother."
Out of nowhere, a caramel haired woman appeared with a plate of food.
"Are you hungry, dear?"
I dropped my hands to my side.
"How did I get here?"
The woman named Esme led me to a chair and sat the plate down in front of me.
"You had an accident in front of our house, kind of. Your car hit a tree near the driveway of our home. You don't remember? Do you remember anything about us?" The woman named Rosalie answered.
"I remember a man standing in the road and then waking up here." I looked down, shaking my head.
"Luckily you only got minor scratches and that one cut. I think that happened by your head hitting the steering wheel. I may be wrong."
I brought my hand to my forehead. There was a little stitching along the hairline.
"Eat, Isabella." The male at the window walked over to me and sat down next to me.
Such authority. Charlie would be his best friend.
I smiled to myself taking a bite of toast.
I noticed their eye color, a topaz that made them look different than other people I've met before. They were also beautiful, not one imperfection on their faces, with expensive looking clothes to match.
I looked out of the window.
I know these people. I have this weird connection to them, I just don't know how I got it. Let me think. College? No. Family? If I was related to them I would be drop dead gorgeous. So, no. Hmmm…high school.
Then it hit me.
This was the famous Edward Cullen, who left me when Jasper tried to kill me for my blood.
I gasped.
"Oh, no. She remembers."
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