The silence that stretched after Melody's statement could have lasted for years for all I noticed. I could hear my own heart rate increasing and my breathing went shallow as I processed what my old friend had just told me.

I heard Edward hissing quietly at her, just barely out of my hearing range so that I would have no hopes of catching what was being said.

"I think," I interrupted, my voice hoarse with dread, "I think I'd better go home, Edward... I need to talk to Charlie."

Edward studied my face for a minute and he looked resigned as we got to our feet and headed out to the Volvo. We drove in silence through town to Charlie's house where the police cruiser and my truck were parked outside. Edward pulled up behind my beat up truck and I received a flash of images: the boy from the picture that Melody said was Drew running behind the truck to escape me as I dragged a large hose around.

"Hold on, Bells," this Drew ordered. "Now don't do anything I'll regret."

I laughed at him, "You brought this upon yourself - did you think you could get away with painting my bike pink?"

In the present, I turned towards Edward who was avoiding my gaze. "You knew."

It wasn't a question and he very well knew it.

"Ch-Charlie thinks about him sometimes." Edward whispered, his velvet voice low with fear of how I would react. "Carlisle saw it on your medical records, once."

"Where is he?" I asked. "Does Charlie know that?"

We were interrupted by the car door being jerked open and Charlie leaning down to talk to us.

"Hey there," he said, frowning at our expressions - mine blank and Edward's regretful. "What's going on here? I thought you were out with Alice until tomorrow, Bells."

"I decided to come home early." I lied, sliding out of the car and walking inside without so much as a backwards glance towards my father and Edward. I ran up the stairs to Charlie's room, grabbed a chair, and pulled the trapdoor to the attic open.

Clambering up the ladder, I entered the dust crawlspace and immediately spotted a box labeled "Photos of the kids." I hauled it over towards me and it landed on the floor below with a dull thud. Soundlessly, I jumped down after it as Charlie came in.

"H-hey," he sounded nervous. "What are you doing, Bella?"

"Where's Edward?" I asked, ignoring his own question.

"He left already, said something about rather facing angry grizzly bears for real? What's goin-"

I didn't hear the rest of his question as I searched through the box of old photo albums, finally coming upon the one from my first year of life. I pulled it out and flipped to the first page which showed a photo of Renee, her stomach bulging past what a normal nine month pregnant woman's would look like, climbing into the cruiser with a younger version of Charlie helping her.

On the way to hospital, the title said underneath.

I flipped to the next page to see a picture of two babies nestled into hospital cribs next to each other.

Baby Isabella Marie and Baby Andrew Charles, the title informed her, proudly displaying the date.

Desperately, I began flipping through all the photos at a deranged rate, hoping for an answer. In the last album in the box, about halfway through, was a photo of me at fifteen years of age lying in a hospital bed, tubes and wires going off in every direction.

Bella, fourth month of coma.

A letter was pressed in between the pages and I ripped it open.

Dear Charlie,

The doctors don't know what to do with Bella. She isn't responding to any of the medication anymore. They are talking about taking her off the machines, but I won't let them. I know she's still in there, she can still come back to us. And then she'll be able to tell us what happened to her and Drew.

Oh, Charlie, how will Bella react when she finds out her best friend is gone? I'm worried for her.

The doctor is here again. Maybe he'll have more news for us...

No news. I'll write again as soon as there is some. We won't lose our baby girl like we did our boy. I'll promise you that.

Love, Renee

The letter was marked with old tear stains and the ink had run in some places. I turned back one page and found a photo with me, Drew, and Jacob all standing on top of the truck, posed to jump. I turned around to find Charlie watching me, his eyes filled with tears.

"Charlie," I whispered. "Where's Drew?"

Charlie squeezed his eyes shut and whispered in return, "They said you were never going to remember. Who told you?"

I felt a rare flash of anger and jumped to my feet. "Did you ever plan on telling me about him? Didn't you think that I had a right to know I had a brother?"

I ripped the photo of me, Jacob, and Drew out of the album and fled down the stairs, ignoring Charlie's plea for me to come back and talk to him.

I jumped into the truck, clutching the photo, and threw it into gear. I pushed the poor thing to its limits and just drove, not caring where I ended up. It came as a surprise to me when I saw wolves running around me as I passed over the treaty line. I was now in Quileute territory.

I turned sharply onto a familiar driveway and slammed the car into park. I could hear the werewolves inside, laughing and hollering. Slamming the door as I got out, I stormed up to the house and threw Emily's kitchen door open.

The teenage boys all stopped there goofing off to stare at me.

"Bella?" asked Sam concerned. "Are you alright?"

I ignored him and my eyes zeroed in on Jacob Black who was sitting with a forkful of eggs.

"Were you planning on ever telling me?" I asked quietly.

Jacob slowly lowered his fork, frowning, "Tell you what, Bells?"

I saw a brief image of Jacob and Drew laughing as I tried to teach them to cook.

"I thought I could trust you, Jake," I whispered, the tears I had held back since I'd found the photos finally overflowed. "Turns out I can't trust anyone."

"What the heck are you talking about, Bella?" Jacob asked worriedly, getting to his feet slowly.

"Swan's finally lost it," Paul muttered and Quil knocked him on the back of his head.

"Bella, sweetie," Emily began slowly. "What are you talking about? What didn't Jacob tell you?"

I held the photo out for her to take, my hand shaking. Emily inspected it before handing it over to Jacob who now looked terrified.

"Bella, I- They made me swear never to tell you," he pleaded with me. "They didn't want you to remember not after -"

I grabbed a random can off Emily's counter and threw it at his head as hard as I could. "I had a right, Jake!" I screeched. I didn't recognize my own self. I had no control over my reactions and I was scared. "You and Charlie and Renee! You all took that from me!"

I turned around and ran back to my truck.

"Bella! Wait! Bella, come back!" I knew Jacob could catch up to me if he wanted to, but he would respect my privacy.

I sobbed as I threw my car into gear, sorry over the brother I had forgotten I had, the brother who know one knew where he was.

"Come on, Bells," I heard his voice whisper in my ear, his image dance on the edges of my vision as I flew down the road. "You were there that night. You remember. Come on. Come on!" Drew growled. "You know!"

"No!" I screamed, jerking the steering wheel to the side when I saw someone suddenly appear in the road.

I heard the noise of my truck crunching the guard rail. I heard the crunch of it hitting rocks and the splash of the water I finally rolled into.

I saw the windshield crack as I flew forwards. I saw the water envelop my vehicle.

I felt the pain of my skull cracking, my arm breaking, and my leg being crushed.

I smelled the scent of my blood and the leaking oil.

I heard the sound of someone calling my name.

I saw the blankness beginning to surround me.

I felt the pain suddenly intensify.

I smelled the scent vampires carried upon them.

I heard my heart rate increase.

And then there was nothing but the pain.