If You Only Knew- Chapter 3

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Previously:

"What's your name?" I heard a voice ask. It came from the 'pixie'. Her eyes bright, smiling, but not coming any closer. I knew that she, or the caramel haired woman, would appear to be the most non-threatening which was why they were slightly closer than the rest of them.

"Winter." I simply replied, gazing over the rest of their faces. "What is going on, Alice?"

A look of pure shock crossed their features, including Alice's, when I realized my mistake.

'Oh, Crap!'

Chapter 3

I had not formally been introduced to any of them except for Esme and Carlisle, and for me to know who she was…was undoubtedly unnerving. I could tell that the atmosphere was noticeably more tense.

"How did you know my name?" Alice's soft voice asked, her brows crunched in confusion.

I didn't know what to answer at that point as my heart accelerated, panic starting to seep in. I tore my eyes away from them, instead looking at the floor, my mind going into overdrive, trying to think of a lie. 'What do I tell them?'

"I don't know…" I whispered, answering my own thought in my head, suddenly feeling ashamed about my answer. For a minute I stared at the floor, not making any eye contact with anyone, as my fingers roamed over the brace hugging my wrist. It didn't take more than a minute for the guilt to consume me making me want to tell them about the crash, which I'm sure one of them would ask me eventually.

" I don't know what is going on. One minute, I am riding in the backseat of my parents car, and then the car started to roll, and I blacked out. Next thing I know I'm waking up here, with no memory of how I got here." I sighed shaking my head frustrated. "I'm so confused!"

I wove my hands through my hair, burying my eyes in the palms of my hands, my eye brushing up against the unfamiliar texture surrounding my wrist. I glanced back up as the door opened once again, and another blonde strode into the living room. Carlisle. He held a black bag in his hand and I knew instantly what it was and what it contained. It was Carlisle's black doctor's bag filled with various instruments including a blood pressure cuff. His golden eyes met mine briefly, as he noticed I was awake.

"How are you feeling?" Carlisle asked, seemingly genuinely concerned and in full on doctor mode. He stood a few feet away, unsure of approaching me.

Words couldn't describe what I was feeling at the moment, so I shrugged, not speaking. I was embarrassed at my actions the last time that I had seen him, and I felt horrible about it. I pulled my knees up to my chest as my way of coping with the situation, my arms wrapping around my knees carefully.

"What's your name?" He asked again from the same spot, when he realized that my actions would be the only response I was going to give him.

"Her name is Winter, Carlisle." Esme answered him.

"Well, Winter…Would you allow me to examine your injuries?" Carlisle asked politely smiling. I glanced at my wrapped arm, and brushed my fingers over the bandages. My eyes flashed to Carlisle's and then to the family behind him, before returning to his one last time, as if asking, 'What about them?'

I was feeling kinda overwhelmed at all the people in the room, but when Carlisle assured me that I was perfectly safe, I sighed and held out my bandaged arm as my response and he closed the distance between us and took a seat next to me. I figured since he already dressed my injuries already, even though I was unconscious at the time, he could do what he needed to do.

I heard a chuckle from someone although I couldn't tell who, and realized I was acting like Rosalie. The exam was over quickly. I think Jasper had been working his emotion magic because even with the others in the room, it didn't bother me as much as it should have. Besides…what fan girl would not want to be taken care of by Dr. Carlisle Cullen himself.

I repeated my story of the crash to Carlisle when he asked and he listened with curiosity.

"Emmett? Were there any other survivors?" Carlisle asked him, turning to face him.

"No. She was the only person in the car." The wrestler answered…Yep. I knew that it was Emmett from the moment that I saw him. Carlisle simply nodded.

"Do you have any family that could come and get you?" Carlisle questioned turning back to me. I shook my head 'no'. I didn't have any family in this universe…Hell, I didn't even exist here!

"I shouldn't even be here." I stated quietly. Not looking at them. Instead, I stared at the wooded flooring, wondering what in the world I was doing here and what I was going to do next. It was a full minute before anyone said anything, Carlisle packed up his things and headed towards his office.

"How do you know so much about us?"

Of course Alice would be asking. I sighed, pulling my legs up to my chest as I had done previously. What would I tell them? Nothing made sense anymore. Yeah, I knew more than I should know about who they were and where they came from, But I wasn't about to tell them that yet.

"I can't really explain." I stated, my eyes roaming over the confused faces. "All I can really say is that I just know things. I guess you could call me psychic."

That seemed to satisfy them, as they didn't push the matter anymore. I expected Alice to at least ask more questions, since I was 'technically' like her, but to my surprise she didn't. It wasn't until my stomach growled that I realized that I was starving.

"Forgive us. You must be hungry. Would you like something to eat?" Esme asked as my eyes flashed to her. She smiled warmly at me, and seemed generally concerned. Ah, Esme…the books didn't get it right. She was so much more generous than I could have imagined. I stifled a laugh as I accepted. I cautiously stood up from the couch and carefully followed Esme into the kitchen area and took a seat at their wooden table.

"I can make some soup if you like?" She questioned me.

"That sounds great." I agreed again my stomach grumbled as I watched as she pulled out a saucepan from one of the cupboards and began heating up a can of tomato soup. It was quite fascinating to watch as she flitted around the kitchen as she prepared my meal, and inside I knew she was dying to not have to try and act human.

I chuckled quietly to myself as she placed the hot reddish orange-ish liquid in front of me, imagining it was blood, and didn't point out the fact that she wasn't eating any of it.

"Is something the matter dear?" She asked taking a seat across the table from me as I lifted a spoonful to my mouth moaning slightly as the hot liquid flowed down my throat.

"This is wonderful." I commented, continuing to spoon the tomato soup into my mouth. "Thank you Esme."

"You're welcome dear."

As I was eating, I noticed a honey blonde haired figure standing in the doorway. His arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned up against the doorframe. His eyes watching my every move. My heartbeat echoed loudly in my chest as I continued to gaze at him. I felt sad, knowing how much he hated being the weak link of the family, and I smiled weakly at him knowing my presence was probably causing him pain. I averted my eyes back to my remaining soup as soon as I saw Alice join him in the doorway. As soon as my meal was done, Esme took my bowl and washed it.

"I should probably get going." I spoke standing up from the table warily. "I don't want to impose."

"It's nothing dear." Esme countered. I glanced up at Jasper, trying to read his face. It appeared to me like he was glad I was leaving and I was grateful that I would soon be out of the house and all of them could relax.

"Perhaps someone should drive you home." A voice chimed. My eyes flashed to the sound of the voice, and my eyes widened as they landed on it's source. It was Jasper. I had never expected him to say anything while I was here. What was he doing?

"Excellent idea, Jasper." Esme crooned clasping her hands together in front of her. "Alice, Jasper. Perhaps you two could escort Winter home."

"Absolutely." Alice chimed, her eyes held something that I couldn't read as I was ushered out of the kitchen to the door.

"Thank you for the wonderful soup, Esme." I thanked again. I felt like such an idiot. Like such a selfish person, for making Esme go out of her way to make me food that none of the family would ever eat. Yeah, I knew that they were just keeping up the human façade but still…that was wrong of me to do.

"I'm glad you liked it." Esme smiled back at me. "Have a safe trip."

I didn't respond, but nodded a thank you towards her and climbed into Carlisle's black Mercedes. I understood why we might be taking Carlisle's car instead of her own…because of more space…and suddenly felt really nervous being in the car with the two of them. I had a good feeling that neither one of them would attack me, but that wasn't the only reason I was hesitant. I had no idea where to go. After a couple of minutes, I decided that I would attempt to go home, and call my relatives. They would want to at least know that their loved ones were dead…and I really wanted a shower. I could still feel the dried blood in my hair and knew I probably looked like hell.

I gave directions to my house to Jasper only speaking when I needed to and felt grateful when my house finally came into view. I expected them to just drop me off at the front door, but instead he parked the car and they followed me up to the house.

I unlocked the front door with a spare key we had hidden in one of those fake rocks that I insisted we buy a few years ago, and was now grateful that my parents had actually listened to me. Having my parents listen to me or pay attention to me was uncommon. My parents focused their energy on my sister, rarely giving me a second look.

I noticed that something was terribly wrong from the first moment that I stepped inside the house. The small rectangular wooden table that we normally kept by the front door had vanished, and where there should have been a coat rack sitting next to the table, was also nowhere to be found. Instead there was nothing but air. My eyes searched around from wall to wall, as my sneakers echoed across the wooden flooring.

It was all gone.

Everything.

There was nothing here. No ugly maroon couch that our grandmother had given us right before she passed away, no framed school photos on the wall documenting my sister and I growing up year after year. There was nothing.

For a moment, it felt like I couldn't breathe. Like I had run a mile and no matter how deep a breath I tried to take, it always seemed like it wasn't enough. My head started spinning from the lack of oxygen and my knees hit the floor hard. I didn't realize that I was crying until I felt the coolness of my tears streaming from my eyes.

I didn't want to accept the fact that I was now alone. Utterly alone. My family was gone. My belongings were gone. It appeared that no one had lived in the house, but my family had lived in the house for years.

What the hell is going on?

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