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Duplicity

Bella's Point of View

2004 (age 19)

"Bella, I don't see why you don't try to do things with your friends! You're young and should enjoy the dating world like your sister." My mother had been going on and on about me not being social enough.

My mother didn't see that, compared to my sisters, I was more of a bookworm. My twin, Rose, the elegant one, whereas I was seen as the ugly duckling. People didn't believe that we were twins. I was sick of getting compared to her.

"Bella, are you even listening to me?" she asked as she finished making the salad.

"Yes." I rolled my eyes at her.

"Lose the attitude with me. I am just—"

"Trying to help me. I know," I finished for her. I took another sip of my water trying to ignore my mother's rants.

You would think after a year of being away at Yale University, she would have missed me, but instead she was trying to tell me what I needed to do. This was one of the reasons my mother and I weren't exactly close to one another.

The rich lifestyle in the Hamptons had really gotten to my mother. All she cared about was status and money.

"There's my little girl!" my dad exclaimed as he rushed into the kitchen.

"Dad!" I smiled. My agitation with my mother was quickly dissipating.

He pulled me into his arms and squeezed me tightly. I could smell the faint scent of scotch and cinnamon.

"What time did you get here?" he asked me as he pulled away.

"Around three this afternoon. Mom said she sent you a text," I said, a bit confused.

"Oh, I must've forgotten." She waved her hand away, quickly dismissing the subject.

"Charlie, you won't believe our daughter. Rose is going out tonight with her old high school friends, and Bella wants to stay home. Bella needs to be more social. I think there's something wrong with her," my mother explained.

My father was quick to roll his eyes. "Renee, there is nothing wrong with Bella. If she would rather hang out here instead of hanging out with other people, that is fine," my father said in an exasperated tone.

"Charlie, she needs to be more social!" My mother's blue eyes glared at my father's.

"Renee, it's been a long day at work. I just wanted to come home and relax with the kids, and hear all about Bella's first year. She's the only child who has gone away to college," my father tried to explain.

"Well, maybe she should've stayed home for college instead," she mumbled to herself as she quickly walked away from my father.

My father turned his attention back to me with a grin. "She means well, kid, so just ignore her for now. Your mother thinks she knows what's best for ya! Let her believe." He got himself a drink before joining me at the table.

"Now, I want to hear everything about your first year!" he said with excitement. This was one of the reasons why I loved my father so much.

My father and I talked well into the early morning hours about my classes, my friends that I had met, and the books we bonded over. No detail was too insignificant for him to hear.

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I stood in the kitchen taking a sip from a steaming cup of coffee as my twin sister lunged forward in pain.

"So, how was last night?" I giggled.

She held her hand up, clenching her eyes tightly, as she leaned for the coffee. "Too…loud…"

"Must've been a good night," I said with a smirk.

"Coffee," she demanded.

She slowly poured herself a cup and took a big drink. "My head feels like it's on fire," she groaned in pain.

"I don't know how you party like that every night," I observed.

"I don't party every night. Only a couple times a week, to let some steam off. You know how Mom can be at times. While you were away at school for most of the year, I was stuck at home with her constantly drilling me on my social life," she explained.

"Rose, you could've gone away to college. It's not like staying at home was your only option."

She shook her head in disagreement. "Bella, you were the one who got good grades. I partied my way through high school and got average grades. What college would really want someone like me?"

I walked over to her and put my arm around her shoulder. "Rose, you know any college would be lucky to have you."

"That's not what Mom said…" she interrupted. "Mom told me I didn't have the brains, so I needed to get a higher education at the community college while trying to find a man with money to take care of me. But what if that's not really what I want in life?" she asked me.

"You need to do what you feel is best. Don't let her manipulate you into thinking what's best for you," I told her.

"Sometimes I wish I could be as carefree as you." She sighed.

"Holy...Bella's here!" Alec came running into the kitchen toward me.

"Hey, little brother." I greeted him with a big hug.

He was only ten, but he was already taller than me. "I thought you weren't getting here until tomorrow?"

"Nope, I got here last night. Dad was hogging me all night." I laughed.

"He always does." He rolled his eyes with a smirk.

"So, how've you been, Mr. Big Shot?" I asked, ruffling his shaggy hair.

"What can I say? The ladies dig me!" He shrugged his shoulders.

"How many girlfriends do you have?" I asked. He had quite the lady fan base at school.

"Four." He smirked as he grabbed himself an apple from the fruit bowl on the center of the counter.

"Four!" I exclaimed. Last time I saw him he had one girlfriend. "What happened to Amelia? I thought she was such a sweet little girl," I said in a dramatic tone.

"She played me." He pouted. "She had three boyfriends on the side!" He threw his hands up in the air and his eyes were wide in disbelief.

"Coming from the boy who has four girlfriends." I giggled.

He stuck his tongue out at me before disappearing from the kitchen.

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I was really enjoying my summer break, except for when my mom decided to have another talk with me. She wouldn't let up about my social life. My father had been leaving the office earlier to spend time with my siblings and me. If it weren't for my siblings and my father, I probably wouldn't have come home for the summer. There was only so much I could take from my mom.

Tonight was my mother's afternoon teas with the ladies. Esme Cullen, my mom's best friend, was hosting it at her house. The Cullens' and my parents were the town's most perfect couples, and had been friends forever.

I had the house to myself tonight for a change. My oldest sister Vanessa was at her boyfriend's house, Rose was at a club with friends, and Alec was at a birthday party. My father was home, but he was upstairs working. He said something about an account not looking right and needing to get to the bottom of it.

As I relaxed on the couch in my pajamas watching movie after movie, I contemplated my life at the moment. Here I was—a nineteen year-old single woman, home in her pajamas, watching movies. Maybe my mother was right. I needed to get out and be more social, but I had a hard time connecting with people that Mom approved of. Most women my age in this town were big time partiers, looking for a man that can keep up with their lifestyle. I had no desire to be like that.

Around nine o'clock the doorbell rang. Knowing that my father probably was too involved with his work, I got up to answer the door. My feet padded loudly against the tiled floor. I looked through the peephole, and saw Carlisle's bright blond hair.

For a fifty year-old, he still looked like he was in his early forties. There was minimal gray coloring on the sides of his head, and little hints of wrinkles around his eyes. He was quite dashing for an older man.

"Hi, Carlisle," I greeted.

"Oh, if it isn't the little Swan. How have you been, my dear?" he asked me as he embraced me in a big hug. He smelled of whiskey and cheap feminine perfume—that wasn't right.

"I've been great! I just recently finished my first year at Yale." I smiled.

"I've heard. You're father told me all about it the other day. I always knew you would go off and do great things. Did your father tell you Edward got back home a couple days ago, too? He finished his first year at Harvard. He did exceptionally well this year." He smiled proudly.

"Well, I must congratulate him soon. How are Kate and Masen?" I asked curiously.

"Where should I start?" he laughed. "Kate started working at the company. I think she's just waiting for Garrett to propose to her so she can stop working. He started working at his father's private practice."

"Oh, he went into pediatrics?" I asked. The last I had heard about Garrett, he was planning to become a surgeon.

"Yeah, his father convinced him to stay in the family business." He smiled proudly.

"What about Masen?" I knew he never really got along with the older twin compared to his youngest son, Edward.

"That boy has been getting into a lot of trouble. He came home the other night with a big tattoo up his arm." He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed.

"So, he's not going to school?" I inquired.

"Nope, he told me, and I quote, life experiences are the cheapest and best way to educate yourself." He shook his head in disappointment.

"Well, college isn't for everyone," I said, hoping to get him to see a bigger picture.

"No it isn't, but every Cullen man has gone to Harvard Business School, and he clearly broke the tradition." He shook his head.

Carlisle Cullen was a mystery to me. He could be a charming and charitable man, yet he was extremely judgmental toward others.

"Well, it's been nice talking to you, but I must go and see your father now. I've some very important things to discuss with him." The spark in his eyes made him look extremely suspicious. I couldn't exactly put my finger on it, but something wasn't right. Our parents always openly discussed things around us, regardless of the subject. Why was he being so cagy now?

His steps quickened as he went up the stairs and toward my father's study. I stealthily walked up the stairs toward my father's study, trying to hear.

"Charlie, I'm telling you this is the perfect solution to my marriage!" Carlisle said in an excited tone.

"I think you are forgetting the fact that you are married and that is considered adultery. Are you really willing to risk everything for some girl that puts out?" my father asked in a disappointed tone.

"Yes! Esme has been such a frigid bitch lately and it's gotten worse. I work all the fucking time while she sits at home and plans tea parties and other events. I don't get to enjoy my money because of what she does. Siobhan is a wonderful young woman who I can enjoy for the night and not have to worry about talking and other shit that Esme wants."

"Carlisle, are you even listening to yourself? This Siobhan woman is some young girl looking for someone to take care of her. She's using you for the money—"

"At least I'm benefiting from it," Carlisle interrupted.

"For what— five minutes?" my father scoffed.

"A whole night!"

"I don't give a damn about that shit, Carlisle. You made a vow to be with your wife and only her. I don't know what's going on between you two, but this is not the answer. Hiring an escort for a quick romp in the sheets is extremely ludicrous. Are you even thinking about what will happen when this gets out?"

"No one will ever find out!" Carlisle insisted.

"Of course people will find out— you are crazy if you truly believe they won't!"

"I really don't want to get in with it with you. All I came by to tell you was that if you and Renee were having problems here is the number to call…"

"I don't need nor want it! I don't give a damn how rough things get between Renee and me. Having an affair is never the answer," my father proclaimed.

"If you insist! The offer will always be there," Carlisle said. "Well, if Esme is wondering where I was tonight, please let her know that I was with you the whole time, having a guy's night out."

I could hear a chair moving, and I quickly scrambled away from the door and toward the guest bathroom down the hall. Pretending to use the restroom, I flashed my hand along the censor near the spout and washed my hands in the black marble sink, before heading out.

I immediately bumped into a hard muscular body and could hear the faint chuckle coming from Carlisle.

"You alright there, little Swan?" he asked me.

I nodded my head, still trying to grasp the conversation he had with my father. This man who I considered to be an uncle of mine, a man I had put on a pedestal so high, believing he could do no wrong, was having an affair with a younger woman.

He looked back toward my father's closed study and back to me, giving me a suspicious look, but I gave nothing away. He turned toward the stairs with a pleasant look before leaving me with my own thoughts.

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Over the past couple of days, things had been a little weird at my household. My father wasn't his normal, upbeat self, making the tension in the house suffocating. I think he was still trying to process that one of his best friends was having an affair, and he didn't know what to do.

While my father was a bit moody nowadays, my mother was following me around with big ass wedding dresses, asking me about my size. She thought by bribing me with them, it would push me to find myself a man to settle down with. She didn't get the concept that I wanted to get my education before I even thought of settling down.

After being home for five days, I was ready to get back to Yale. My siblings were barely around the house, and I was stuck between both of my parents' sour moods.

When my mother realized we were out of milk this morning, I was quick to offer to pick some up in order to have a valid excuse to get out of the house. Anything was better than sitting at home with her constantly in my face.

I walked into the local market, smiling at the friendly faces as I maneuvered toward the back to the dairy products.

As I went to reach for a jug of milk, my hand brushed against a familiar pale one.

"I'm sorry. Ladies first," the velvety voice said in a polite tone.

"Always a gentleman, aren't you Edward?" I smiled at him.

"My parents taught me well." He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his crooked smile widened.

I had always thought Edward was handsome and charming like his father, but the difference was Edward was actually nice to people. Throughout high school Edward was a major jock, but instead of getting into the hype of the rich kid lifestyle, he didn't flaunt his money or his status. Edward was friendly to everyone and hung out with many different cliques.

"They certainly did," I agreed with him.

"My father told me you got back this week. How's Yale going for you?"

"Great. I really enjoyed being on my own for once," I replied.

"Yeah, it's certainly different without family around," he agreed.

"Congratulations on finishing your first year!" I said.

"Thanks…"

"Yo, Ed! You coming, man?" An unfamiliar tall blond man called toward him. He looked extremely agitated from where he was standing.

"Sorry about him," Edward apologized.

I smiled, letting him know there were no hard feelings. He motioned with his hand for me to grab a jug of milk first.

"We'll have to catch up some time, Bella. It was nice seeing you again," he said.

"Sure, that sounds great! Have fun, Edward." I nodded my head toward the man that was waiting.

Edward gave me one last smile before walking toward the man.

"Jeeze, Jeffery you couldn't wait five minutes?" Edward said in an exasperated tone.

"I was trying to save you from that fat needy chick over there," his friend Jeffery said, nodding his head toward me.

I suddenly felt extremely self-conscious about myself. I wasn't fat, but around here, if you weren't a size zero, you were fat. I had often been called an ugly duckling and fat, since I didn't really care about wearing make-up or starving myself.

"Hey, man, that's not cool. Bella's a really nice woman and I've known her since we were kids. And don't call her fat, I think she's perfect," Edward whispered in a soft voice.

"Holy shit! I need to call 911, because someone's balls have gone missing!"

"Shut up!" Edward was clearly agitated at his friend, and I couldn't help but smile.

After they rang up his order, they rang up mine. Before Edward left, he turned toward me with a smile.

"See you soon, Bella Swan," he said before disappearing out of the shop.

"See you soon, Edward Cullen," I whispered to myself with a smile as I checked out.

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