I started this next chapter as soon as I posted the last, and I didn't even wait to see the reviews. So I'm terribly sorry to anyone who hated it so much and didn't want me to go on. Anyway, so what'd you all think of the sequel compared to my first story? I'm having so much fun writing the chapters, I want to make a third. Talk about being overeager. Lol, I haven't even finished this one. Okay okay, ill stop blabbering and let you read on.
Disclaimer: Please read this because I have to put it here. Please, can someone tell me if you guys even read the disclaimers? Anyway, Twilight is not mine, the characters are not mine, except Melanie, Alura, and my fav little character that I made up, Olivia. Wow I'm so talking too much. slaps self. Stop. Argh! My fingers are possessed! I can't…stop…writing…NOOOOOO!
Chapter Three-Sisterly Love
Bella's POV
"Vampires can't sleep", Edward pointed out. I grunted. "You know me, such a rule breaker". Edward chuckled. "Rebel". Well I did the closest thing to sleeping that a vampire can do. I laid my head back against the seat, closed my eyes and ignored the annoying little voices in my head.
What felt like minutes later Edward said, "Can you guys hear that"? In response I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "I think daddy's hearing the voices in his head again", I glanced at Olivia and she nodded. "Time to make reservations at the white padded room"? This time she shook her head. "Maybe just inquires", she said.
I threw Edward a questioning look. "I said we might need to make inquires for you in the white padded room the other day", he confessed. "And now she used it against you", I chuckled. But I stopped. I really did hear something.
"What is that"? I frowned. I found out soon enough. We pulled down a long, narrow drive that had hedges on either side. Photographers and reporters shoved microphones in a tall girl's face. She had pale skin, like mine. That surprised me.
She also had long, strawberry blonde hair that was plaited and fell over one shoulder. Her eyes were bright blue, and she was wearing a floral shirt and jeans with flip flops. For a human, she did a good job of making flip flops looking fashionable.
"Is that…her"? I asked softly. "Yes", Edward replied. The girl…well, Melanie, glared at our car. A few reporters turned their heads, but there was only one that paid attention and noticed that we didn't have cameras, camera crew, or microphones.
So it was obvious that we weren't one of them. "He thinks we are related to Melanie", Edward leaned over and whispered in my ear. "And that you are absolutely stunning", he added sourly. I was too nervous to answer. "Olivia"? I asked. I turned to look at her.
She rubbed her eyes. "Yes mummy"? She asked. "You stay in the car, okay"? My previous nervous anger was now replaced by fear. I wasn't just nervous, I was petrified.
What if she didn't like me? What if she didn't believe me? I pushed away the questions. "You ready"? Edward reached for my hand. I nodded and got out of the car just as another girl walked out of the house.
This was more like it. She had tanned, flawless skin, crystal blue eyes and dead straight, silky blonde hair. And just what I expected, stilettos and a bright red bikini. She had one hand on her hip and she frowned at one of the reporters. I overheard one of the other woman reporters who was shoving a microphone in Melanie's face.
"Are the rumours true, Melanie, are you really pregnant"? There was a lot of noise and people were swarming everywhere. "No, I am not pregnant, it was a false alarm", Melanie said in obvious exasperation. "Is it true that you broke up with your boyfriend over this 'false alarm'"? Another reporter shouted. "No, we broke up because our relationship didn't fit in with our lifestyles".
That was sad. A few years ago that would have been me and Edward. Our relationships didn't fit in with our lifestyles. But there was no time for that now. I pushed through the crowd, Edward following.
Everyone turned to look at us in amazement. Melanie looked jealous. "Um, are you Melanie Thomas"? I asked. "Yes. I don't know who the hell you are, so bugger off and don't come back", she snapped.
I stared, wide-eyed. I heard a low growl in Edward's chest. Melanie glanced at our car. "What's with the runt? Let me guess, you want me to sign its diaper", she laughed darkly. "That runt is my daughter, and her name is Olivia", I snapped back at her. The reporters started to move away and formed a circle around us.
I saw the quick flashes of the cameras. I decided I could at least give them something to talk about. "You really want to know who I am? I'm your sister! You were put up for adoption when you were a baby and I came to see you"! I shouted.
I received the blank stare that I was expecting, and I turned on my heel and jumped into the car, slamming the door behind me. I folded my arms stubbornly and plastered a frown on my face. I sat sulking while Edward pulled out of the drive.
"Now I know why people with sisters wish they were only children", I growled. What a pig. Of all the things I had expected my sister to be, it wasn't an arrogant self-centred biarch like that.
And I could practically feel Edward fuming beside me. Olivia had her head down, and was hugging her teddy, drifting off to sleep. He was most upset about that, I could tell. "We can go to the hospital now if you like", I whispered to Edward.
That cheered him up slightly. We headed in the direction of the hospital. I couldn't get Melanie's words out of my head. "Just bugger off"! The more I thought about it the angrier I became.
How could she just do that? Edward gave me a sideways glance. "Try and see things from her point of view", he said. I glared at him. "I am, but I can't seem to get my head that far up my arse", I scoffed.