"Get up!" Someone screamed, barging through my door and dream. Opening my sleep filled eyes I saw my mother chucking clothes everywhere. Probably to wear. Then I saw something else. It's pitch black outside!
"Mum?" I ask, wondering what is happening. Dragging myself out of bed I slip on the clothes. "Mum?" I ask again, slightly more panicked. She has tears running down her face as she grabs my hand, pulling me out of my bedroom. We run down the stairs to the front door. Alice and Emmett are there too.
"They got Lily." Comes from Dad. Without a thought we are rushed into a blacked out car, mum and dad driving. Going far over the speed limit the airport loomed into view. Tears where streaming down my face, my hand securely in Ali's. Pushing us out, Emmy pushed in the middle of us, grabbing our hands and sprinting through the automatic doors. Chaos greeted us.
Everywhere people we know, cousins and friends, all within the Mafia where their. When I say that is a lot, I mean it. Something happens to the Mafia, it involves both the Italian and Spanish because mum and dad's marriage bonded us and anyone who is somebody knows so. "Charlie!" I male voice screamed, grandpapa.
Emmy drags us over willingly and we get a few farewell smiles, giving our share as well. Around grandpapa are over twenty people, more joining and others running off tickets in hand. This is how we are organized. Our family joint together, the two heads, and as soon as one passed away everything was put on the other. We are family and everyone is just as important.
But for this sort of thing, as it has happened before, Grandpapa is the main. He finds out the news first, gets to the airport first and gets our tickets quickly, using a certificate permitting him to get such things without passports. The police, after seeing what happened the first time, gave them out to certain people who needed it and had it authorised. But only for under eighteens and pregnant women.
"Bye bye Emmy!" I hear from below. Looking down I smile at the six year old brown haired boy with bright blue eyes. "Bye Ali and Belly!"
"Bye Sammy!" We all cheer as Harry; his father dashes by and scoops him up. Without pausing, Emily his pregnant mother at his side, they give a quick smile before dashing off. A few other people give a quick wave and before we can give one back they are gone.
"Children!" Comes mums voice as she appears out of the thinning crowd with dad. Both are frantic and start running, us following. We give a sad smile to Lily's crying parents, Aunt Mia and Uncle Leo. Both also run past with two-year-old Grace and five year old Miky.
"Gate fifteen." Dad indicates as the sign looms up on us. The flight attendant is ripping the last ticket before ushering the man inside. As she is about to close the door dad screams out. "Wait! Three more." We speed up and her head pops up. She gives a nod, knowing what to do. This happens more times then should. "We love you three." Both mum and dad whisper, hugging us before the doors shut.
Running through the small corridor the flight attendant gives a considerate smile, pointing us in the direction of our seats on the close to empty flight. This is going to be a long flight.
The whole flight, seven horrible and strenuous hours, I sat staring out the window. What are you meant to do when this sort of thing happens? Lily is, was, twelve. A sweet blonde haired blue eyed juvenal girl who loved everyone. A disturbance of her favourite puppy brought her onto the porch and they got her. Who can shoot a twelve year old, who hasn't even had her first kiss?
Ali was just as bad as me for the flight. Tears poured down our cheeks, face's emotionless. Shock goes on forever and I found out my stomach is empty. The lights changed down below, the sun coming up. I just watched, knowing that Lily won't ever see the light again. She loved a day when it poured down, but was still warm. Her favourite colour is blue and she wants to be a ballerina, already on point. Athletically fit and articulate. Well, all that is the past now.
"Belly, come on." Comes a whisper from beside me. Looking to the person I see Em with a gentle smile and a hand out. Taking it he pulls me up, a protective arm around Ali and I. Not needing to wait we walk through the small plane and out onto metal steps. The sun shines brightly and the weather is cold. Forks has always been cold.
"Oh thank god." Someone breathes and suddenly arms surround me. They pull me towards a Mercedes, supporting my weight. Carlisle opens the door and I drop in exhausted. He has a smile of relief on his face as Emmy then Ali hops in the back. Carlisle starts the car. "Don't worry, we'll be there soon." He reassures. I give a nod, the tears starting again.
Esme and Carlisle are like second parents when something goes wrong. They care about us, and were actually in the Mafia before they moved to Forks. They moved to get away from problems like this, but still help up when needed. They aren't family, but best friends with the whole family.
They have three kids, who are horrible. Each time we have gone there they have teased us for everything and anything. As we grew up we have always been overly fit, Ali and I used to dress like guys. That changed a few years ago, but they haven't seen the new us. We have chests and curves, plus I'm not a klutz. Emmy isn't a bulky thirteen year old and grew to over six foot. Hopefully they can forget about the teasing this time, for I don't feel up to is.
"Bella!" A hand waves in front of my face, and startled I grab it in a death grip. A whine comes from beside me, Emmy, and I let go. He doesn't get hurt when we do that, well not much, but he can't actually move and starts whining like a baby. Cracking a small smile I give a hug. He hugs back saying I'm forgiven.
"Sorry." I whisper and jump out of the car. He grabs onto Ali and I, pulling us to his side and Carlisle walks in front of us. Squeezing Ali's hand I look forward, walking into the open door and into their gigantic foyer. Always loved this, and the window wall.
"You're safe!" Comes a cry. Esme runs up to us and gives us all big hugs. That's all it takes, a hug, and my legs collapse on me. When we were younger mum and dad said we were going on an adventure, and we would willingly go. At twelve everything changed when I was taken hostage. I knew what it felt like and at thirteen when we had to go hide again; I fainted. This time I'm still awake but the problem is every present. "Oh dear." Esme says as she catches me.
"Pass her here." Carlisle requests and pulls me to his chest. His hand rubs my arm comfortingly and we walk into the lounge room. I notice their three kids there, looking much older then before. Again I am exchanged and end up next to Emmy, his arm around me and my head on his shoulder. Ali sits on the other side analysing the three brats in front of us.
"Esme." Em starts of with a sad and gentle voice. So different to his usual boom. "They didn't eat the food on the plane." Esme rushes into the kitchen. Food? There was food on the plane? Since when? I didn't smell it. Plane food smells horrible though.
"There was food on the plane?" Ali's voice enquires shocked. Guess she didn't realize either. Sitting up on my own, having smelt something I want I look at the three kids. Teenagers really. Rosalie has blonde hair and green eyes. Each of them has startling green eyes, close to emerald. Jasper also has the blonde hair, but messy and a built body. The last one, Edward, has a funny bronze coloured hair and is built, but not overly. Just the right amount. He smirks; does he think I'm checking him out? Like that would happen.
"Ringraziarla," I thank Esme as she hands me a gigantic mug of the family soup. Something that everyone that is in our Mafia knows; which is mainly family. It helps with shock and warms your body. Perfect.
"My pleasure dearys." Esme replies as she hands the others theirs. "Now, do you remember Rose, Jasper and Edward?" She asks as she points each out. I give a nod in comprehension. I remember thururly. "Oh good. Emmett, Alice and Isabella." Esme then introduces pointing to us. She sits down on an armchair, Carlisle standing next to him.
"Now, we have the beach barbeque in La Push to go to today. Did you bring any clothes?" Carlisle asks. How could we bring any? A touch over eight hours ago I woke up, leaving in less than two minutes and got whisked away.
"No time." I reply already out of my shock. Soup works wonders. I scull the last bit, plonking the cup down on the coffee table before getting more comfy. My legs stretched out, body draped over the couch. Alice and Em are the same. I might look like a girl, but it doesn't mean I act like one.
"Well you can borrow some, because we are due at the police beach party in an hour."
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