Yay! It's an update! Sorry for the long delay on most of my stories! I have MAJOR writer's block for ALL of them.

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EDIT: I'm replacing the previous Truth with this one. Only one minor change. I had 2 Chapter Sevens in a row.

Chapter Eight
Truth

"Bella," Jake began as he pushed his chair back away from the table. "Are you alright?"

I nodded through my loud sobs. I knew that soon an incredibly grouchy librarian would approach us in order to tell us to shut up.

Jake took a seat beside me and pulled me into his arms. He felt like his temperature was over a hundred degrees and because of it, I began to sweat. But because of him holding me, I began to calm down and my sobs soon transformed into loud, annoying hiccups.

"I know it seems like all this is a bit much, Bells," Jake whispered before placing a kiss on top of my head. "But I promise you it'll get better."

"How?" I chirped out as I muffled a hiccup for what seemed like the fiftieth time since I started. "If what you said is really true, this life could end up like the past. I'll fall for Edward. We'll make plans to get married. It won't happen and so on. I don't remember the heartache but I'm sure it was bad and honestly I don't think I could handle Edward ripping out my heart, Jake. I… I don't want to lose the Cullens again. Alice has been so good to me these past few days. She even kept Edward away from me. What am I going to do? I can't fall for Edward Cullen."

"Then don't," Jake simply replied. "Don't even tell the lee—Edward – that you know that you're really Isabella Marie Swan."

"What about Alice? She might even know by now."

"If you feel comfortable and are positive that Alice won't tell Edward or anyone else then go for it."

I gave a slight nod and wiped the remaining tears away with the back of my hand. "I can't believe it's all true," I muttered. "I can't believe that I'm really Isabella Swan."

"I know how you feel," Jacob said as he removed his arms from around me to begin picking up the books and newspapers we had scattered across the table. "Out of the pack I was the third to know who I really was."

I gave him a questioning look. He had said that he was the third to remember. So who else had been reincarnated into this century? And did I know them?

"Sam Umbridge was the first. He began dreaming of being Sam Uley, the leader of the Quileute werewolves."

"So then…" I began. I chewed on my lip in deep thought. I had met Sam Umbridge at my mother's funeral. He was a nice guy but intimidating with his height and muscles. I had even met his fiancée, Emily. She was very pretty and extremely sweet, even with the scars running down her face. She had been trapped in a house fire when she was eighteen. "Does Emily know?"

Jacob nodded as he stacked the books up at the end of the table. "She was told by Sam a day after he told me. I don't think he would've mentioned it but he started to have dreams of attacking her when he was a werewolf and giving her the scars."

"Did she believe him?"

"Not at first. At least that's what she said. But I think hearing Sam tell her that he was a werewolf triggered something hidden deep within her mind because she woke up knowing her life as Emily Young."

"Okay," I said slowly as I picked up my purse and throwing the strap over a shoulder. "So, you, Sam, and Emily know. Who found out before you and Emily?"

"Seth Clarkson – well, his name was Seth Clearwater."

"But he's so little!" I exclaimed, my eyes bugging out of their sockets. Seth Clarkson was only twelve years old.

Poor thing… he must've had a heart attack when he found out.

"When he first phased so many years ago," Jacob said as he scooped me up into his arms before picking up my crutch. "He was fourteen. I was sixteen. And you… you were eighteen."

"But we're the same age!"

"Now we are. But not now. Not in this lifetime."

I let out a loud and frustrated sigh, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Big baby," Jake mumbled as he placed me in his car. I simply growled and mumbled every cuss word that I could think of the whole ride home.

When Jake pulled into my driveway, we weren't greeted by the sight of Charlie's police cruiser but by a yellow Porsche – Alice'syellow Porsche. I turned slightly in my seat to glance at my best friend. He was clutching the steering wheel so tight that his tan knuckles were quickly becoming as white as the Cullens pale skin. Not only that, but he was growling.

"Jake," I said as I placed my hand upon his arm. He continued to growl. "Jacob?"

Still nothing.

I sighed and grabbed hold of my crutch just as Alice came running out of the house. "I got to go now, Jake," I whispered as Alice opened the door of the car for me. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

He gave a nod and a grunt. I sighed and leaned over to him. I placed a kiss on his cheek and as Alice lifted me from the vehicle, I glanced at Jake. His expression had softened up a bit.

"Bye," I whispered just as Alice closed the car door.

"Did you find out everything you needed to?" Alice asked as she set me down on my bed and then thrust a turkey sandwich into my hand.

I nodded as I picked at the corners of the bread. "I'm Isabella Swan," I grumbled.

Alice squealed and clapped her hands together. "I knew you'd remember! I'm so happy for you, Bella!"

I threw the place with my sandwich down onto my nightstand and looked right into Alice's topaz, cheerful eyes. "Enough, Alice," I snapped. "I may be Bella Swan. I may have her memories but we're completely different now. I'm not going to fall in love with Edward and also, your family can't know that I know. Got it?"

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