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Chapter 4 Puzzle Pieces

Finally I was home, but in reality I couldn't call it home. My parents and I had lived in Phoenix my whole life and it wasn't until I moved away to go to college at the University of Seattle that my parents couldn't live with the fact of being too far away from me; so my dad gave up the fast pace of a police officer in Arizona and found a position in the small town of Forks. They, and I mean they, were to have found someplace closer to me. That way, while in college, I could just drive home for the holidays, but I just never considered it my home. I mean my parents were here; I just had always considered my home as being in Phoenix. When I had gotten the job in Forks my parents were pretty insistent on me coming to live with them, but I had already gotten use to being on my own for four years, while I was in college. Seeing that I really didn't have any money after graduating I decided that it would just be temporary and that most likely I would get my own place once I had the funding.

While walking slowly up to the stairs to my room, my parents were in and out the front door bringing the items we brought home from the hospital. Believe me I tried to help them, but they shooed me away and told me to get some rest. All I could think of was, people I have been in a coma for the last months, sleeping is the last thing on my mind.

Bree! That's what I had on my mind.

Sprinting up the stairs and slamming my door all I could think of was that I needed to get to the bottom of this and I was done with how everything seemed to be spiraling down like I had no control of the outcome. Pacing back and forth in front of my window I just had to figure out what steps to take. What would Sherlock Holmes do? Come on I am just a school teacher, but yet again I am the daughter of a police chief. Think! Think! Think! Ahhh…ha! I need to talk to Alice, well of course not talk to her, but I needed to see if she could shed some light on this matter because she worked at Forks Elementary with me and she was a kindergarten teacher, she might know something. I just couldn't believe that I was having this silent conversation with myself because I don't recall ever, ever talking to myself as much as I did before my coma.

Alright so I couldn't just pick up the phone and call her, she probably would think it's some sicko on the other end just breathing into the phone. Instead I opted for sending her an email. Sitting down and turning on my laptop that I had used in college, I tapped my desk with my index finger thinking about what my next step would be after I got some information from Alice. Since I was on the internet I decided I would try and Google some information about Bree's family. Sending a quick email to Alice:

I need to talk to you, you know have some girl time, can we do lunch on Saturday? Thanks, Bella

I typed in the Google taskbar: Bree Newton. Hmmm…nothing. Then I tried Mike Newton, Bree's father. I got something but it wasn't really what I was looking for…Mike Newton Owner of Newton's Outfitters…Co-Owner Lauren Newton…founded in 1950. Now I knew Lauren was Mike's wife because my mom went on and on about me needing to be friends with her and that she had married her high school sweetheart , Mike. Feeling a little defeated, I checked my email before turning it off and noticed that Alice had responded:

Girl time, I thought you would never ask. Maybe after lunch we could do some shopping. Oh how I have missed you! Let's go to Port Angeles, eat and then shop. Sound good? Pick you up at eleven. –Alice

P.S.-- I need to be back by five, Jasper is taking me out for Valentine's Day.

While I was reading Alice's email I heard a knock at my door, almost tripping over my bags from the hospital, I opened the door. My mom was standing there her face flushed and a wide smile on her face. "Dr. Cullen, Edward, is downstairs and says he would like to see you." I should have known that was the reason why her face was so flushed; she had just been in the presence of the most prefect man on earth. Don't get me wrong, Charlie is handsome and my mom is head over hills for him, but Edward is the picture of perfection.

Smiling back at my mom I walked passed her down the stairs and went to the living room, pausing when I saw him. He was leaning up against the door frame to the sliding back door with his back facing me. He was wearing dark jeans and a gray polo shirt. Not even noticing I was suddenly right behind him, I tapped him on the shoulder and he jumped, shooting his head around suddenly met my eyes. His face grew into a tight smile as I bit my lip.

"Bella, sorry, you are so quiet I didn't hear you approach me."

All I could do was shake my head as I pointed to myself and mouthed sorry, gesturing that I was sorry for startling him.

"No, it's ok Bella." He said as he stuck out his hand with a package in it. "I got you something, it's not much but I think you could use it."

The package was rectangular wrapped in simple brown paper and a string wrapped around it to hold it together. Opening it, being careful not to give myself a paper cut, I pulled it out of its wrapping to reveal a small dry erase board with some colorful pens and a small cloth on top.

"I thought you could save some trees by using this and not your notebook," he said in amusement.

It was so thoughtful, I just couldn't believe how he was making me feel. The warmth that just radiated off of him, he was the most compassionate person I knew. I tossed the present along with the packaging on to the couch. Turning to him I leapt, closing the distance between us as I wrapped my arms around him crushing my body into his. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up, squeezing me into a tight loving embrace. I placed soft kisses on his neck making my way towards his lips...pausing… I looked into his eyes letting him know how I felt with just my gaze…closed my eyes, and then smashed my lips into his. Setting me back to the ground he brought his hands…aw his hands…to my face. We slowed our kiss and parted just looking into each other's eyes. How come I have so many wonderful feelings for this man that I barely even know, but definitely causes me to feel that I am loved and cared for over a short amount of him?

After looking at him and feeling lost in his eyes I suddenly felt guilty, frustrated, angry and sad. He must of seen a change in my expression because he pulled away from me and took my face in his hands and asked, "Bella, sweetheart, what's wrong? You were so happy one minute and now you look like you have had the life drained from you."

Pulling away from him I turned and walked over to the coach and sat down putting my face in my hands shaking my head. I am done with this, I thought to myself, I want my voice back and I want my memory back to the way it was. I wanted to scream at that moment, but just couldn't. My chest was feeling heavy and I was literally getting upset. Edward must have noticed that I was having some internal battle with myself because he came over and put his arm around, pulling me to his side. I don't want to be coddled like a child! So I ripped myself away from his arms, slammed the sliding glass door open and ran out towards the dense forest.

"Whoa, Whoa!" he called after me. "Bella, what just happened in there, are you okay?"

So completely beside myself I sharply whipped my body around and just glared at him. Get a hold of yourself Bella this is so not his fault. All I could do is motion to my neck, throw my hands up in the air and try and scream, but still nothing happened. There was so much in me that just wanted to talk, scream, whisper sweet nothings to this man and I just couldn't do anything. It wasn't self pity, that I felt inside it was pure frustration and anger. There's so much that I want to say and ask him because I don't know him and having to write them don't frustrates me beyond reasoning because there is no way of explaining emotions in writing. He wouldn't be able to hear my tone and understand the deep feelings that I have for him. And then there is this whole issue with Bree, my impairment totally has and is a handicap for me, and there just isn't enough time for me to learn sign language---I needed to find out what was happening with Bree!

Without even noticing and being so caught up in my own anger, Edward had closed the distance between us.

"Bella, it's freezing out here, why don't we go inside and you can put your present to use," he said reaching out his hand to me. I took it, his hands are so warm and I felt all tingly inside.

We sat down on the couch, I leaned forward and he put his hand on my back and started running circles around lightly massaging my tense muscles. He handed me the dry erase board and a pen. First things first!

While Edward watched I wrote: I hate writing things down. I want to be able to express myself through my voice, not this way! I want to scream. I am frustrated, sad and just completely angry.

Still rubbing my back he answered, "Hmmm…well…even though I can't say that I truly understand what you are going through, I have seen some…not a lot of people being impaired by a traumatic experience; whether it was witnessing something terrible or being injured by an accident. This I can give you my honest personal and professional opinion on, I believe that your mind and your voice are connected. Once your mind finally figures out what has been forgotten, you will probably regain your speech. I know that sounds like I am so unattached, but Bells," turns and takes my hand and looks at me, "there is nothing I wouldn't do to hear that voice say my name, to laugh or even scream. Ever since I saw you in the hospital I have tried to imagine what your voice sounds like and if it's anything like the rest of you I am sure it's angelic." He smiles at me and then kisses the top of my hand.

Shocked by his words I wipe the dry erase board and write:

You are too sweet to me. I have felt so many emotions about you too soon and with that I want to know more about you. Another thing is that my mind is so confused and I need to figure out what lead me here that includes also what has happened to Bree. So maybe this isn't the right time to start up a relationship until I can situate all my baggage.

"It's great to know that you are having these emotions about me because I feel the same way, I want to get to know you and that means everything about you. You fascinate me and I want to be there to help you carry your baggage no matter how heavy it is. If you want me to I will be there for you every step of the way, just let me in, and let me help you through this trial. We can do this together and learn about one another along the way….it will make us stronger," he says while he motions between the two of us.

By now I have tears running down my face and dropping on top of our intertwined hands, I wipe them away from my face. I just can't believe that after all this time of counting and relying on myself that the one person that I have known for the least amount of time wants to help carry my burdens. Honestly, it was utterly overwhelming.

Edward and I sat there going back and forth me writing down things about myself and questions I wanted to know about him. I also told him that I was going to lunch with Alice on Saturday and that maybe she had some light to shed on about Bree. He thought it was a great idea and insisted on coming along so he could ease the questioning since I couldn't talk and that way make communication better between Alice and I. Plus, he did mention it was Valentine's Day and he was meaning to ask me out on a date.

Our conclusion was that he would meet us there, eat lunch, let Alice and I attend to some shopping and then meet up somewhere for dinner. He told me he had some shopping to do himself with Emmett, which I had learned to be his older, much bigger brother. Emmett was married to a woman named Rosalie and he knew if he didn't get her something extra special for her on Valentine's Day that he would be in the dog house for a month.

It was getting late; before he left he made certain I was feeling content and comforted me again that everything would be fine if we just stuck together. Walking up the stairs and into my room I pulled the sheets back lied down and I was suddenly asleep, but found myself lost in a nightmare.

Oh no… Bree! I tried calling out to her but she couldn't hear me. She was running down a hallway just screaming….No!...No! Tears rolling down her face as she kept looking over her shoulder. Please... please...noooo! She finally reached the end of the hallway swinging a door open and slamming it shut trying to lock it, but wait there was no lock on the door. She sat down with her back against the door her feet pushing against the floor trying with every ounce of her strength to keep the door closed. Bang, Bang, Bang! Someone was trying to break the door down. She screamed….NO…NO…PLEASE…P-PLEASE…DON'T HURT ME…I DIDN'T MEAN TOO… I'M SORRY…PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! The door broke open. The tall man hovered over her… NO….NO………she was sobbing and trembling with a ghastly amount of fear and pain across her face…..PAPA!

Lurching from my nightmare I had tears rolling down my face, dripping with sweat, my heart beating so fast and I was out of breath. Then I felt all the blood drain from my face and feeling as though my heart was being ripped from my chest. Is she hurt? Is she alive? Is she dead? Uhhh…I thought gasping for air.

Jumping from my bed and throwing all my sheets to the floor I was compelled to wake up Charlie to tell him about my nightmare. I knew that it wasn't solid evidence, but like even Charlie said before that he thinks Bree and I are connected somehow; so I thought he should be aware that she wasn't just gone that maybe she was hurt as well. My life is going to be worth nothing if I did not find that sweet, beautiful girl.

Next Chapter will be some of Edward's Point of View

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