A/N All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer
Ok here you go...Carly was a "Whoops I thought this was menopause, but surprise!" baby..Bella had just turned 44 when Carly was born..Bella was (i had it all written down but my daughter thought it was more fun to draw a picture of her "boyfriend" on it so I'm winging it here) in her late 20's & early 30's when she had Masen & Tony (and shush..you know you love it..lol). As for Racheal (cuz FreaKiki you keep me on my toes..lol) here in my world, New Moon never happened..therefore, Eclipse never happened and Breaking Dawn never happened (lol how many of you love that? lmao) so therefore Paul never imprinted on Rachael...there's a line from a song by a band called Bright Eyes it goes: "In this fictitious world, all reality twists" and there you have it...here in the land of Carly (who's name I just found out is spelled wrong) all reality twists..so anyways..here is chapter six...enjoy!
CPOV
Jeremy rushed around the corner and grabbed my wrist. "What the hell Carly?
"Shut up Jeremy; don't freaking start with me." I muttered, wriggling out of his grasp.
"Carly you just rushed off for no reason. What is going on?"
The warning bell rang. "I-I can't do this right now."
I shoved my American Government book at him and took off across campus, running full speed toward an unknown something. Hot tears were spilling down my face, my chest heaving little white clouds of breath into the air; here one second, gone the next.
The second bell rang; I was almost free when two steel arms grabbed me. My feet dangled in mid air for a second before reconnecting with the slick pavement.
"Let me go!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Carly! Carly! Shhh you're okay. I've got you, you're okay," Edward's silky smooth voice soothed.
His strong hands smoothed my unruly dark brown curls. I sobbed, an anguished cry escaping from the very core of my soul.
Edward released me. I turned and grabbed the front of his sweater and twisted it into my fists and buried my face in his chest; my wounded cries echoed across the parking lot. Edward wrapped his arms around me and pulled me until his chest was presses so hard against mine I was sure there was going to be an indentation of some kind. The intense pressure helped to calm me and he never let go. We stood, pressed against one another, in the parking lot as the rain fell in sheets around us.
I shivered, Edward's iron grip loosened and he held me back and looked at me. "You want to get out of here?" he asked.
I nodded just slightly and he took my hand and put me into what I assumed was his car. We drove north out of town, the speedometer creeping higher and higher. The heat was blowing full blast and it quickly warmed my wet body, but my soul still ached.
Edward slowed and turned into an undistinguished break in the trees and parked in front of a large white house. Two seconds later he was helping me out of the car. I gazed up at the house. It was a stunning piece of architecture.
"Your house is beautiful," I told him as he followed me onto the porch.
"Thank you, your mother thought so too."
My breath hitched at the mention of my mom. I took a deep breath and willed myself not to cry.
"I'm sorry," Edward murmured. "I didn't realize how much pain you were in."
I smiled sadly up at him. "I just really miss them, you know?"
Edward nodded sympathetically. "How about if I get you something dry and we pop your wet things into the dryer and while we wait I can tell you about your mother."
"Okay," I agreed.
"Alright. Wait here, I'll be right back."
He disappeared up the staircase and I wandered into the living room. There was a glossy black baby grand in the corner. Photos were arranged on the back of it. I walked over and picked up one of a beautifully pale woman with auburn hair, standing next to her was an equally pale, and just as attractive blond man. I set the photo down and looked at the rest. They were all people I didn't know, until I got to the last one in the back. It was my mom and Edward. She had on a blue sweater and was sitting next to Edward at the piano. She had such a look of love and adoration on her face as she looked at him in the photo. I truly felt for the first time what it must have been like for her to lose him."
"It was hard for her," Edward mused from the doorway. "You look about Rosalie's size, so here you go. There's a bathroom across the foyer."
I took the offered clothes and changed. Edward was sitting at the piano when I returned. "You can sit next to me or on the couch," he said.
I chose the couch; it was probably the better option considering the incident in my room yesterday. The soft cushions sank under my weight. Tucking my feet under me I stared at Edward. He tapped at the keys of the piano; the song was haunting and beautiful.
"What are you playing?" I asked.
"A song I wrote for your mom," he admitted.
"That's nice. Why did you write it for her?"
"After she came here she missed home; Phoenix, and your grandmother. After I met her for the first time, I went to her room and I just sat there night after night watching her sleep."
How creepy, I thought.
Edward smirked, "It was creepy wasn't it?"
I held up my fingers a pinch. "Just a little," I admitted.
"Well I loved her, what can I say?"
"You don't love her anymore?" I asked.
Edward shrugged. "I love her memory as that's all that's left of her; but I will probably love her my entire existence. I miss her everyday."
My heart ached a little; it was a strange mixture of sadness and jealousy. Would Jeremy ever love me like that? I wondered. He can hear what you are thinking, I reminded myself.
Edward burst out laughing. "I'm sorry," I said. "This is a bit out of league. I don't have any…experience in dealing with this sort of thing."
Edward raised an eyebrow and smiled. It was one fluid motion and it was sexy as hell. "I know, don't worry about it. I'll forgive you."
"I'm sorry about this afternoon too. I admit I did it on purpose, to hurt you, but I wound up hurting myself too."
"I know," he admitted sadly. "I'm sorry I put you in that position. So, I do have one question for you."
I stared at him, afraid of what he was going to ask. "Don't be afraid, it's a simple question."
"Stop doing that!" I demanded.
"Sorry," Edward said sheepishly. "You'd think after all this time I'd have better control over it."
"What's your question?" I asked.
"What have you decided about what I am?"
"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I can't sit here and hear these things you're telling me and not believe but reason and logic defy your existence. So, truthfully, I have no idea what to believe. I always said that I couldn't believe in something I'd never seen with my own two eyes. The wind, God, aliens. I was always told that vampires aren't real, they don't exist, but here you sit. So what do I believe? Do I believe what I see right in front of me or do I believe what I was always told?"
Edward nodded. "I can accept that. I know it's hard to believe, but what I'm telling you is the truth; do with it what you will."
"Okay, I will, but what are we now? Are we friends? Can I see you at school and say hi or what?"
"I can be your friend as long as that's all you ever ask of me."
My heart fell a bit but I smiled at him. "I can do that. You tell me about my mom though. If you can bring her back to life through your memories then maybe I can learn to let her go."
Edward nodded. He'd been sitting at the piano weaving songs together. I could always tell when one song ended and a new one began. It would go from being almost sickeningly sweet to frantic and chaotic.
"What are you playing?" I asked as I straightened my legs and got up. I crossed the room and sat next to him. The song he'd been playing stopped abruptly and he went back to the song he'd been playing when he first sat down.
"This is Esme's song." He played a few bars. "My mother, in a sense," he answered the unspoken question.
The song spun into my mom's lullaby. "Bella's lullaby," he said softly. At the bridge the song evolved into something dark and twisty. "The Vampire's Regret," he said and the song changed again. "The Vampire's Revenge, Acceptance of Love. Italian Denial, Moved on and lastly, The Final Goodbye. All, well except Esme's, are about your mom."
I sighed deeply and stared out the huge bay window. "It must have been so sad. For both of you. I mean I know what she went through, but how did you cope? Did you just sit here and write music?"
Edward cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I-uh, I can't believe they didn't tell you," he muttered.
"Huh? Tell me what?" my questioning eyes searched his face, seeking answers to questions I'd yet to ask.
"Let's just say I didn't handle it well." Edward looked away.
"What does that even mean?"
"It was bad Carly. I did things-stupid things and I paid dearly for them." Edward glanced at his watch, "It's getting late-we should head back to school."
He slid off the piano bench and left the room. When he came back he had my dry clothes. I took them and went into the bathroom to change.
On the way back to school Edward was quiet.
What's wrong?
"Nothing, just worried about being friends with you," he said.
Why? Because of my mom?
"No, because of your heritage. You do know about that don't you?"
My mind flashed to Sam flying through the air, his skin being peeled away as black fur took its place. Four paw thumping loudly on the almost frozen ground; a snarl erupting from between the long sharp teeth in his werewolf mouth.
"Okay, okay I get it, you know," Edward laughed.
This is all so strange.
"Not really," Edward disagreed. "I can't believe your parents never told you. Your mom was so accepting of it all, the fact that they never told you is what I find strange."
Finally I spoke, "Emily said she was to accepting, that she just let you in before she really understood you."
"Understood me?" Edward asked through clenched teeth. "What's that supposed to mean?"
I glanced at him, my heart started galloping, fear tingled in my toes; washed over me. "I d-d-don't know. That's just what Emily said." I looked down at my fingernails. Edward whipped the car into the parking lot; I hurled toward him then slammed into the door as the car careened into a parking spot.
"What is your problem?" I yelled at him. "Are you trying to kill me? Why would you do that Edward? I'm human; I don't have the gift of everlasting life."
"Edward gripped the steering wheel. "I'm sorry," he said, his pristine teeth gritted. "I have a problem with my temper sometimes."
"Yea, I'd say," I scoffed. "You've got to learn to chill out. You can't go around driving like a maniac, trying to kill me."
"I'm sorry Carly." Edward looked properly remorseful. "You should get going, Emily will be here soon," he said pointing at the clock.
I grabbed my back pack and opened the door. "Thank you for today. I'll see you later." I got out of the car and headed toward the parent pick up lane. Emily was waiting for me when I walked out of the main building.
"Hey you," she smiled. "How was your first day back?"
I shrugged. "You know. It was school. Paige and Jeremy were glad to see me back, but its school, it sucked and I wish I didn't have to go back.
Emily pulled away from the curb. I know honey, but it's important to keep living. Not to sound insensitive, but life goes on even when you don't want it to. You can either sit back and let it pass you by or you can keep living you have to pick one or the other."
I sat back and stared out the passenger side window, watching at the town I'd known my whole life passed by. I had the feeling that something was going to happen, something big, and I was going to be powerless to stop it. But the serene feeling in my stomach told me that whatever it was, maybe I didn't want to stop it.
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