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I must tell you that I do have two similar stories going, but told in different ways and have different reasons and outcomes for certain things.
None of my stories will be perfect but I'm trying. It's just that when an outcome to something seems unfair, implausible or makes no sense, the outcome that should be sticks in my mind until I can get it out.
Whoever you all are, thanks for reading my stories, it means more than you know. I still need to fix the email for this site.
The Truth Revealed
Chapter One
(Bella's POV)
Dreams And Messages?
I woke in a cold sweat, again, had that same dream, again. It has been happening since I was found in the woods near here over a month ago, by whom, I was never told, but I am positive it was by the one that I dream of every night, and it always start and ends in the same way.
I am standing in the woods, without memory of how I got there, wind blowing around me. He is always there, standing about ten feet away from me, mists surrounds him, so his features are never very clear, just his height of over six feet and his long black hair, that was whipped back and forth by the wind. He would stand there, staring intently at me. the only light, the moon and glow that came from where I know his eyes would be, that glow seared my soul and heated my blood. Just when I am about to ask who was he, he shifts slightly and his mouth begins to move, before a growl erupts from him and he begins running towards me, fear holds me, prevents me from moving. Just before he reaches me, he jumps over my head, that's when I would wake in a cold sweat. Shaking and confused.
I sit up and scoot back, resting my back against the headboard as I look around the room I was told was mine before my mother took me with her when she left my dad, I have vague memories of it, just bits and pieces that flow in and out of my mind. The one memory that did come back was of the night we left. I remember crying not wanting to leave and my dad telling me not to worry, I would be able to come back someday. It didn't even feel like my mom had a choice, she didn't really want to leave, but had to, almost as though she had to take me and run, there was a desperation in their movements that night, as if death itself was on our heels.
Why do I remember that, but everything else is a blank? I question myself silently as I get up and walked over to the mirror that is placed on the wall above my dresser, and stared at myself. I have felt small changes in me, but on the outside, I look the same. Taking a deep breath, I opened a few drawers; I took out what I needed to shower and dress. closing everything up, I walked towards the door on my way to the bathroom, when there was a knock, quickly walking over, I opened it.
My dad stood there, Charlie Swan, chief of police of Forks and a man who has secrets, he wasn't ready to share, and by the way I catch him looking at me sometimes, it has a lot to do with me. I've wanted to ask, but something always stops me, because no matter what I say, he'll only tell me when he feels I am ready.
"Good you're up." He greeted, smiling. "How did you sleep?"
He asks the same thing every morning. "I slept great, thanks dad." That is always my reply, but the way he looks at me, it's as if he knew of my dreams and is waiting for me to say something about it. Do I scream or make any sound in those dreams that erupts in reality? I hope not.
"Good, good." He replies. "I hope you're hungry, I have made us a feast." Still smiling.
"Actually I am starved." I answered. In fact, that's an understatement; my appetite has grown during the last couple of days.
"Well, come down when you're ready." He said, reaching down and kissed me on the forehead, then turned and went downstairs.
I watch him, wondering if he knew of this appetite change of mine. Throwing that thought off as ridiculous. I never eat a lot around him. I always tell him, I will be going out to run some errand or to get some air, in that red vintage truck he bought me, you know, he never answered my question on where or who he got the truck from, but I never pressed, just appreciate that he got it for me, anyway, on those errand or outing for air, I'd find a diner and buy more to eat. It worries me a lot, how much I eat now.
I quickly finish in the bathroom, put my dirty clothes in the hamper, then made my way downstairs. My eyes bugged on reaching the kitchen and seeing all the food placed on the table, there was almost every breakfast item you could think of on it. My gaze went to my dad who was placing a platter of sliced, honeyed ham to join the rest, then sat at the head of the table, I took the seat on his left. He looked at me sheepishly.
"You made all this just for us?" I asked. Even I couldn't eat this much.
"No, we're actually having some company this morning. Two friends from the La Push reservation." He looked intently at me. "Do you remember anything about us taking you there?"
"No." I replied slowly. "I can't seem to remember anything about my younger years here, only the night mom and I left for some reason."
I waited for him to say more about that time, but he just nodded and says. "It seems like just yesterday to me you were my baby, now you're a grown woman and in a few months you will be graduating from high school. Are you excited?" He grinned
"Yeah, I am." I replied
"I am glad you have decided to do online courses, instead of having to go out of town to college." Then his eyes got misty. "After what's happened, I'm not ready to let you go yet."
A lump formed in my throat, my eyes became watery and anguish squeezed my heart at the memories, but I knew I had to be strong; we had to be strong for each other.
"I hear there is going to be a dance at your school next Friday before break, will you be going?" He asks. Pulling his self from the painful thoughts.
I wonder how much I should tell him. "Yes, I'm going with a group of friends." I finally replied.
"That's great" He replied. "What are their names? I just might know them." The way he asked, I got the feeling he already knew, but didn't want me to know he did.
Just as I was about to reply, the doorbell rung. "I'll get it." He offered, then went to answer it.
When he returned, there were two large Indian men with him. My eyes widened, they reminded me of the man in my dreams, I am not sure why, because I never saw his features, they just did, except, the one in my dream seem as though he would be bigger than these two. One seemed to be my dad's age, the other, six or seven years older than me.
"Bella, I'd like you to meet Billy Black and Sam Uley." They both walked over and shook my hand, before my dad invited to them to sit. "I don't know if you remember Billy, but his son, Jacob and you were inseparable, even though he is five years older than you. He always made sure you were safe and that nothing or no one hurt you." Everyone but me chuckled at the memory.
When he said the name, Jacob, memories of a big Indian boy holding my hands as we walked, or carrying me on his shoulders as we played some game that had to do with racing, but just as fast the memories slipped away.
"We would have come to see you sooner." Billy was saying. "But we felt you needed this time alone with your father." He smiled. "I know Jacob is dying to see you."
"Speaking of Jacob." My dad began. "How is everything going?"
"Everything is going fine." Billy replied. "As you know, he has a successful security business now, Sam here is his second in command, he runs things for Jacob while he finishes high school."
"That's great, he had so much put on his shoulders at such a young age, I'm glad he decided to go back to school." My dad replied. "But I was really hoping he would be here today."
It was Sam who replied. "He really wanted to, but he had a few things to do to get ready for school." Then he turns to me. "He says to tell you, he couldn't wait to see you again."
"Really?" I asked, confused, though I have glimpses of memories, nothing ever sticks.
Billy must have noticed my confusion. "You're like a daughter to me, though you might not remember some of the past, I love you like you were my own." He smiles, as if at himself. "We'll always be here for you."
I was touched by his words. "Thanks Billy." I said softly and smiled. He nodded and smiled back.
"Okay." My dad broke in. "We can talk of old times later, lets eat before the food gets too cold."
We all dug in, conversation went towards general things, though once in a while I would catch Sam or Billy watching me, when I did, they would smile and go back to eating. After we were done, the men went into the den to talk privately and I volunteered to clean up the kitchen. When I was done I made a fresh pot of coffee and went to ask the men if they wanted a cup, but before I reached I heard my dad ask a question that seemed strange to me and made me stop and listen.
"Have Jacob been dating?" My dad asked and sounded very serious.
"You know better than that." Billy replied. "He is….." Sam broke in
"Maybe we should talk about this another time." I got the feeling he knew I was there, so I walked the rest of the way in. They turned towards me when I entered.
"Would any of you like a cup of coffee?" I asked
"None for us." Billy answered and stood up. "In fact we need to be going; Sam and I promised to help Jacob with a few things on his house." He walked over and hugged me. "I hope you come down and see us soon."
Sam just waved and my dad walked them to the door. I waited in the den for him to return. "What are your plans for today?" He asked as he walked back in.
Since it was Sunday, my day was free, though I did have plans. "I am meeting a friend in Port Angeles to check out some dress shops." I replied. "We are going to try and find a dress for the dance next week."
"The same friend, you're going with?"
"Yes, one of them at least." I replied, wondering what he was really thinking.
I felt as though he wanted to say something else, but instead asked. "Do you have enough for what you'll need to buy?"
"Yes, I do." I answered
"Okay, I need to go into the station for a little while." He said as he walked over and kissed my cheek. "You be careful out there." Grabbing his things from the coat hanger. "I'll bring some Chinese home for dinner tonight, I'm sure we'll both be too tired to cook."
"Sounds good." I replied. Then he left. After he was gone, I made my way upstairs to prepare for my day. I was not really looking forward to it, at all, and to make it worst, the day was dreary and overcast.
(Billy's POV)
The ride back to the reservation was silent, we each in our own thoughts, one thing was for sure, Jacob was not going to be happy at the news we had to tell him. What Sam smelt as soon as we pulled up at the swans' house today? So we didn't speak of it, we will need all our energy for this conversation with Jacob, it's going to take all our persuasive power to prevent him from coming to collect Bella today, forcible if he had to.
We pulled up in front of the house he had built, all that's left to do is furnish it and some minor details, but the furnishing he is leaving up to his mate, he is staying with me until then. As soon as we exited the car, he came out to meet us.
"So, how is she?" He asked as soon as he stood before us.
"I'm fine Jacob, thanks for asking." I joked, knowing it really wasn't the time for it, but couldn't resist.
"Sorry dad, I mean no disrespect, but I can see you are fine, and I need to know about Bella."
Sam and I looked at each other then back at him. "She is fine." Sam answered
He looked at us suspiciously. "What are you not telling me? Did you find out what I asked you to?"
"You know, if you had come with us today, you could have found out for yourself." I told him
"You know I couldn't dad." He replied. "If I had gone with you and smelt the bloodsuckers anywhere in her home, I might not have been able to stop myself from wolfing out." He grinned. "Can you imagine that introduction of my wolf half to Bella?"
"Yeah, you have a point."
Sam took a deep breath. "Their scent was there, not inside the house, but around it."
His eyes widened and a growl erupted from him. But quickly calmed down. "At least they haven't gotten bold enough to enter her house, yet." He thought for a minute. "Did you tell Charlie about me going back to school?"
"Yes, we did." Sam replied
"We're lucky that the schools on the reservation and the one in Forks are different districts and have no contact." I added. "Or they'd find out you had graduated early from the school here." Smiling with pride. "Who would have thought a man like me would help create a son with your brains."
"You're very smart dad; you've taught me a lot." He said with a smile. "Anyway, I need her to be comfortable around me again and a school is the best place to start." He explains, as if we didn't know that already. "Have we found out who did that to her family yet?" He asked seriously
"No." Sam replied. "They left no evidence, not even a scent to follow, we have suspicions about the Cullens, but as I said no evidence. And no Jacob, we can't just go over there and rip them apart with no other reason but you think they did something."
"Stupid treaty." He grinned. "You spoil all my fun Sam.
"In that case, my job is done here." Sam replied with a laugh. "Anyway, I need to go check on Leah, then Paul and I need to relieve Jared and Embry.
After he left, I turned back to my son. "Is there anything you need my help with?"
"Actually dad, I do." He replied.
I slapped him on the back. "Sure son, lead the way."
(Bella's POV)
I pull up in front of the boutique we agreed to meet at and wasn't really surprised to see that she brought her brother with her. "We'll talk later, she is here." Then they both walked over to greet me at my truck as I stepped out, just before I greeted them, it hit me. I should not have been able to hear that. "Hello." I said to them both, while I turned and locked up my truck, shaking my surprise off me, so they would not see how shaken I was or suspect anything.
"You ready to shop?" She asked cheerfully.
"As ready as I'll ever be." I replied. It really should be a crime for something who looked so cold to be so cheerful, very deceptive.
"I love to shop." She informed me, still cheerfully.
"Yeah." I stated, nodding my head. "I can see that." Then I thought of something. "How about we get something to eat after we are done shopping?"
It was almost comical the way they looked at each other in alarm, then tried to play it off. "Thanks Bella, but we had a huge breakfast before we left home and our mother was hoping we could convince you to have dinner with us after." She replied.
Yeah right, I thought, what excuse will all of you come up for not eating this time, as you usually do. "I would love to, but my dad is bringing Chinese home tonight for us." besides one of these times my luck might run out and I'll end up on the menu, no thank you.
"That's too bad." Edward replied. "Maybe next time."
He walked ahead of us and pulled open the door to the boutique. Alice walked in ahead of us, just when I was about to follow, he held my arm to stop me. "I hope you didn't mind me coming along today." Then he smiled. "I couldn't resist the opportunity to spend some time with you, even in the company of my over active sister."
"Sure, no problem." I replied, then quickly followed her into the store. His smile and voice just rakes on my nerves and more so today than it usually does.
I couldn't wait for the time when I didn't have to pretend to enjoy their company. A time when I won't have to put up with Edward's disgusting flirtations or Alice's phony cheerfulness. There is something they or they're kind, want from me and my family, that's the only reason I can think of for their attack on us.
I look at them and wonder, were you there that night? Were you involved in anyway? Something in the back of my mind tells me, yes, they were involved in some way, then seething anger takes hold and I want them to suffer, as much as these things can, for the hell and heartache their kind brought to my family. Oh, not all at once, but a little at a time and when the last one lay withering in flames, then I will truly be able to mourn.
