Chapter 3: Reunion
Esme drops the plate she was holding and turns around.
"So he's here?" I take their silence as confirmation, "When can I see him? I wonder if he'll recognize me. Where is he?" I know I'm rambling but at this moment in time I don't really care.
I look at Carlisle to see him lock gazes with Esme for a second, then she looks at me and says, "Come with me sweetie, Carlisle will get them."
Them? THEM? I just want to see Emmett not them! But I go with her anyway because you can't say no to someone like Esme. I sit Indian style on the white couch in a large living area and look down at my thumbs. This is what I've been waiting for, for eight years. Is he going to accept me back with open arms, even after everything I did? It hurts to think about coming all this way to only find out that he doesn't want me, not that I'd be surprised or anything, but it would still hurt the same. I hear footsteps come up behind me, a lot of them. But I'm too much of a coward to look up and meet their eyes. One pair of footsteps doesn't stop and a large teenager squats down in front of me. I saw his large pale arm reach out to me and I instantly pull back. He doesn't remove his arm, he just waits to see if I'm going to do anything else. When he's positive that I'm not going anywhere he reaches toward me again and rests his hand under my chin. I tense up as I feel is cold, stone flesh against mine. He pulls my face parallel to his and I'm forced to stare into his deep golden eyes.
Wait, that's not right, "Em-Emmett? What happened to you?"
"I could ask you the same thing. Where have you been Bella-Boo? I thought you died along with mom eight years ago?" I smile as I remember the old nickname and sigh deeply.
"It's a long story Em, one that I don't think you'll like."
"Well, you're gonna tell me anyway, 'cause I'm your big bro and if I can't protect who than who can?" I look at him intently for a moment before I remember that we're not alone.
But before I can say anything a tiny girl with brown pixie hair walks up to me and playfully hits Emmett on his arm, "Emmett, how rude! Hi Bella I'm Alice, Emmett's adoptive sister, this is Edward, my brother, Jasper, and his twin sister, Rosalie Hale."
I look around Emmett's wide frame and stare point blank at them. Rosalie is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I felt my own self-esteem go down as I take in her long, wavy, blonde hair, her slender frame, and her full red lips. Life really wasn't fair. I turn my head to the next person before I become totally depressed and realize it's the other twin, Jasper. His shaggy blond hair is pulled back into a short pony but he looks like he's in a lot of pain. I move along down the line expecting to see a small scrawny man who looks like Alice. Of course, I'm wrong. I look up to see Edward gorgeous and lean and slim and, and perfect only to get ensnared in his frustrated gaze. His golden eyes are smoldering as I get sucked deeper and deeper into them suddenly his gaze becomes hard as if he's just noticing what is happening between us. I quickly look down and try to hide the heat spreading across my cheeks.
"Ok Alice, she's knows you. Now, it's story time."