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Last chapter I said that I wanted 80 reviews. I have 77 now, but I want to thank you anyway!

This is chapter 14 which is long, but they will be longer than this!

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Chapter 14

Truths

Previous

What connection had these personal reasons with the third Cullen or his Bank?

I think I deserved to know and I will know.

After I turned the TV off I stepped out of my apartment and went outside the building to wait for Edward. I was wondering if he was still thinking about the police thing. I obviously liked him, but I don't know if he still believes that I am going to give his name to the police.

Of course not. I could never give his name to the police. Not only because I liked him, but because of my parents' issue. Like me, my parents were locked in a grocery store, not in a Bank, by robbers. After the robbers had taken the money they left, but my dad was the chief of the police and he knew them. They were from his town - our town. The town I spent thirteen years of my life in. Forks.

My parents knew them; my dad started looking for them the minute he got out of the grocery store. Big mistake. My mom told him that it wasn't so necessary to go after them, but my dad was very stubborn, like me. He went after the robbers, being the police man that he was. My mom couldn't leave him doing this alone, weapon-less, so she went to the police station and asked for help. She gave the names and the police started to look for them. Some cops went to help my dad, but it was too late. My mom went to her brother's house to tell him what was happening. When she couldn't wait for my dad to come back, she stepped out of my uncle's house.

She saw many people standing together forming a circle. She ran there and she saw my dad dead. They had shot him.

My mom was crying for three days at my uncle's house. I was there and I was trying to calm her down. It was hard for me that I had lost my dad.

Little did I know that, that third day they could kill my mom as well.

She decided to go out for a walk to get some fresh air, to forget my dad's death for a while. She never came back.

Later the police told us that it was the same guys who had killed my dad.

I was fourteen, and I was saying to myself that I had to be strong. Of course my uncle Fill was taking care of me, but I was missing my parents.

So, when they had locked us in the Bank, I was sure that I'd die. I didn't mind so much because I knew I would die, so it was only a matter of time.

Fortunately, no one got hurt. And I found a boyfriend. The robber.

Wait. What? A boyfriend?

No, Edward wasn't my boyfriend. He hadn't asked me to be his girlfriend, so I couldn't tell that he was my boyfriend.

As I was thinking, a tear escaped my eye. A tear full of love for my parents and Edward.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus on Edward and not my parents.

"Bella," I heard his voice.

I opened my eyes and I saw him standing in front of me, next to his car. Thank God; I wasn't crying.

His car? He had my Porsche!

Well, not exactly my Porsche, because it was black, but it was still the Porsche 911.

"Is this your car?" I asked in disbelief as I took a few steps closer to him.

"Yeah, I have two cars. One silver Volvo, the one you saw yesterday, and this," he said.

"No, no, no. This is my car," I said.

"What?"

"Look over there," I told him as I pointed towards my car.

"WOW," he exclaimed in awe.

"Yeah."

"So do you own a Porsche which costs a half million?"

"It was my dad's present for my fourteen birthday." He had wanted me to drive it when I was seventeen. He was saving money for years.

"Lucky you," he smiled. "Come in," he said, and I jumped into his car.

"Where are we going?" I asked when I had strapped myself in.

"You will see," he said and he started the car.

I was wondering when the right time to ask him about the Cullens was.

I couldn't wait any longer.

"This morning, I was watching the news and I heard about the robbery," I mentioned casually.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes, and I learnt something I didn't know before," I informed him.

"And what was that?" He was really curious.

"That the owner of the Bank is Mr. Carlisle Cullen. Do you know him?" I asked.

He froze.

"Do you know him, Edward?" I repeated.

"Yes," he answered, still frozen.

"How long have you know him for?"

"Twenty four years." Wait a minute! What? How old was he?

"Whoa, Edward; how old are you?" I asked him doubtfully.

"Twenty four," he replied, starting to calm down.

He had known him for twenty four years. Since he was born?

"Edward, this is impossible. You knew him since you were born?" I asked, completely confused.

"Yes," he said simply.

"Who is he?" I asked. I didn't get it! What was going on here?

With his eyes on the road, he took a deep breath and he answered.

"He is my father."

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This is the end of the chapter. I hope you like it!

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And I have a teaser for you.

Hot Teaser for Chapter 15

"I see you like my boobs," I whispered to him. He looked up at me.

"Are you crazy? I love them!" he said as he buried his face again in my boobs.

After a minute of kissing and touching, he spoke.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. He wanted to play. I liked it. He wanted me to suck his cock? Okay!

"Yeah, I am," I said eagerly. I put my hand on his cock. He froze and moaned in pleasure at the same time.

"I didn't mean this," he said. Oh. My cheeks were red and I was blushing harder and harder as he looked at me.

"I mean, it is morning. Don't you want breakfast?" he asked. I didn't speak. I felt so embarrassed.

"Hey, don't be ashamed," he said as his lips met mine only for a second. I didn't speak. "I would love to see your fleshy lips around my cock," he said as he kissed me one more time. "But not now, honey," he said as he leant down to kiss me one more time.

Love u!

C u on Saturday

Sofia

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