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"All hell breaks loose, in a way."
[Bella's POV]
So I sat in Emmett's room while I waited for my… group from hell to arrive.
I liked his room, it was dark blue with all types of music posters around, a large king sized bed, a dark wooden desk, an office chair, a dresser, and a few other things. So while Rose and Emmett sat at his desk, working on their project, I laid on Em's bed, blasting my music.
About 20 minutes later, Em's door flew open, and behold, the pixie stood there. She was glaring at us, well mostly me. She started screaming something along the lines of, "MOVE YOUR ASS!" Or something similar. I shrugged and slipped off the bed, picking up my bag, and waving at Em. "I'll see you later, Em. Rose."
The pixie rolled her eyes and dragged me down the beige hallway, stopping at a pink door. She turned around and looked at me, hate evident in her eyes. "You will be oh so kind as to NOT touch anything other then the place you sit and your belongings. Do you understand?"
"Ya. Can we get this over with? I have to be home soon."
She scoffed, "What? So you can be with your hand tonight?"
"No your boyfriends."
I opened the door to her room and stepped inside, trying very hard not to barf.
Her room was painted a pepto bismol pink, with matching carpets. She had a full sized canopy bed, with pink sheets, pink blankets, and white pillows. She had a white wooden desk, white dresser, and white vanity that overflowed with makeup. She also had about 2 white desk chairs, some bean bags and other things I really didn't care about.
On her bed was Edward, in his usual get up of khaki's and a button down, today's being green. Jasper was sitting in one of her chairs, clad in worn jeans and a red t-shirt. He looked up at me, flashing a grin, which made me roll my eyes.
I sat on one of her bean bag chairs, pulling out one of my notebooks from my bag. "Can like we get this over with?"
The pixie stepped into the room and shut the door, glaring at me, "Yeah I guess we can."
"Good. So like… what do we do?"
Jasper reached into his bag and handed me a sheet of paper with questions on it, "We gotta answer these questions first."
"Alright," I said while looking it over. "The first question is, 'What is the farthest you know about your family lineage on either side of your family? Go as far back as you can and give as many details as you can.' So Edward… You wanna go first?"
Edward sat up on the bed, "Sure I guess. Where should I start?"
"As far back as you know, like great grandparents or even farther." I said in a bored tone, putting one of my ear buds in my ear.
"Well I guess I can say what I remember, slightly. My great grandfather, Aro Volturi, was born in 1903, in Rome, Italy. He married my great grandmother, Sulpicia DeFarrari, in 1923 and came to America in 1924, during the roaring twenties. In around 1948, about 3 years after my great grandfather had finished serving in the army during world war 2, my grandmother, Athenodora Volturi was born. She met my grandfather, Caius Mason in 1968, then married him in 1970. In 1973, my mother, Elizabeth Mason was born. She met my father, Edward Cullen Senior, in 1990, and married him around 1992. I was born in 1993 and that's basically my family history so far."
I wrote down his information, quite intrigued indeed. His family history was interesting, but I think mine had more value. Well, so I thought anyway.
"Alright, how about I go next!"
I groaned and rolled my eyes, joy the pixie was going to go now.
"My great grandfather, Demetri Brandon, was born in 1900 in New York City. He met my great grandmother, Heidi Roche in 1920 and married her about a year later. In 1925, my grandmother, Mary Brandon, was born. She met my grandfather, Alistar McCarty in 1945 and married him in 1948. And in 1960, my father Eric McCarty was born. My father met my mother, Andrea Kelly, in 1986 and married her in 1989. They had my brother, Emmett McCarty in 1992, and I was born in 1993."
I raised an eyebrow, so she was a true born New Yorker huh? Interesting. I jotted it down in my notebook then looked at Jasper, "Well. It's your turn."
He sighed, "Alrighty then. My great great grandfather served in the civil war in 1863, when he was just 17 years old. After the union won, in 1865, my great great grandfather, Jasper Whitlock married Catherine Monroe. My great grandfather was then born in 1875, John Whitlock. My great grandfather met my great grandmother in 1900 and married her in 1903. They had my grandfather in 1910, Lucas Whitlock. My grandfather met my grandmother, Lily Sidle in 1935 and married him in 1940. My father, Carlisle Whitlock, was born in 1950, and met my mother, Esme Everson in 1973. My parent's got married in 1980 and had my brother Peter in 1989. And about 4 years later, in 1993 I was born."
I wrote down my notes, then looked up to see them all staring at me.
"Oh yeah it's my turn huh?"
"Yeah it is. Hurry up I want you out of my house."
"And I want you out of my life but that's not happening anytime soon."
"Shut up!"
"Yeah yeah. Anyway it began in 1880 when my great great grandfather, Jonathan Hagerty was born in France. He dueled with Francis Jean for my great great grandmother, Louise McClean's hand in marriage, in 1900. Jonathan killed Francis and fled with Louis to America. In 1905 they were married, and about 3 years later my great grandmother Whoe was born. Sadly Louise died during child birth, leaving Jonathan alone with my great grandmother. But in 1916, he married Maggie McDouglas, who was from Ireland and already had 3 kids. In 1920, Jonathan died, leaving Whoe in Maggie's care. "
"Maggie abused Whoe, so Jonathans' lawyers removed Whoe from her custody, and placed her in an all girls boarding school until 1928, when she turned 18 and left the school with her father's fortune. In 1935 she met my great grandfather, Harry McGee, and married him in 1940. In 1945, my grandmother Helen McGee was born. She met my grandfather, Alexander Swan in 1970 and married him in 1973. My father, Charles Swan, was born in 1974 and had the sad disgrace to meet my mother, Renee Dwyer in 1990. My sister, Mandy, was conceived in 1990 and my father married my mother even though he was 16. My sister was born in 1991 and around 2 years later, I was born. My mother decieded to leave my father, my sister, and I in 1995. So she packed up and left with her sister, Joanne Dwyer."
I took a breath and looked at the others, who all held surprise and shock in their eyes.
"Yeah whatever. The next question on the sheet says, 'Do you have any siblings or cousins?' So Edward any cousins or siblings?"
He looked startled and shook his head, "I have my cousins Alec and Jane, but that's it. I'm an only child."
"Mhm I see I see. Alice?"
"I have emmet. Duh. And I think my cousins Cora and Skye."
"Mkay and Jasper?"
"Ah just Peter. No cousins.'
"Kay then. And I have Mandy, along with my cousins Sean, Rose, and Holly."
I wrote it down in my book and looked at the question sheet.
"'Does your family have and missing relatives now adays, like a parent? If yes then explain how so.' So anyone wanna share?"
Alice smirked, "I do! My parent's faught a lot when I was younger, so does that count?"
I sighed and shook my head, "Those aren't real problems you know. Their still together aren't they?"
"Yeah so? How would you know hm? You don't seem to have a hard life."
"Alice I would advise against pissing her off," Jasper warned cautiously.
"I'm agreeing with Jasper, love, let Bella be."
"Oh no no. It's fine I promise. So you think I don't have a hard life huh?"
"Not at all."
I stood up and glared at her, "You really wanna know? Alright then. I'll tell you since you wanna know so bad about me. My mother left my family when I was about 2 years old, and Mandy was 4. She and her fucked up sister, Joanne left me, Mandy, Sean, and Holly without mothers. My father struggled to raise two daughters while working as a police chief in our small town of Forks in Washington. My uncle, Sean Thellwell, took his son and daughter in, since he was responsible. My cousin Rose? She lucked the fuck out. Her mother is my dad's sister, Aunt June, and she's happily married to Joseph Hale. She Rose didn't have to watch day after day as her father struggled with both me and my sister's teenage years. And when I turned 8? We moved here. To New York. I was like across the country from my cousins, the people I loved. Mandy adapted though, met a new group of friends. I stayed with her and her friends until she turned 14 and decided to enroll in boarding school in England. So for about 4 years, my life was hell. But that's the past, this is now. I've had a fucked up life. But I'm not complaining. I'm done for today, I'm going home."
I grabbed my bag and left her room, slamming the door loudly.
I made my way out of her house, got on my bike, and sped home cursing God and my insecurity about my family.
When I got back to the house, instead of going in like always, I went into the backyard. I sat on the rocking bench we had and I cried. I let my anger out, my pain, everything out.
Hell broke loose alright, I finally snapped and yelled….
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And those Bio's were just fictional…
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