Bella:
"My parents and Jessica's parents, are, well, acquaintances, I suppose you could say. Basically, Jessica's parents tried to set Jessica up with multiple famous actors, to secure fame for their daughter. Anyway, I went out on a couple of dates with Jessica, since she seemed alright. Soon, though, she became such a bitch to me, and I wanted to end things with her. But then, her parents started blackmailing my parents, so I had to stay with her. I never loved Jessica, and I don't believe she ever loved me. The reason I'm so pissed is that I wasted time with her, when I should have just manned up and broken up with her soon," Edward explains to me.
"I'm so sorry…what were they blackmailing you about?" I ask him. Jessica is even worse than I thought she was, even colder hearted.
"My sister." He has a sister?
"You have a sister?" I blurt out.
"Yes she…she's not doing the best. She's in rehab at the moment, and barely anyone knows she exists. The press would have a field day if they found out. At the moment, she's addicted to all kinds of drugs, because of a boy she dated when she was younger," Edward tells me.
"What's your sister's name?" I ask him. Part of me wonders why he's willing to share all this with me, but another part is just happy that he feels he can trust me.
"Alice. When we were younger, we were so close. I'm a year older than her, but we were always best friends," Edward mumbles, looking close to tears.
"Don't give up hope. Rehab clinics help so many people, you need to forget about the past and focus on staying positive for her," I reassure him.
"Thank you. I'm just glad Jessica isn't a problem anymore. We agreed that if I didn't tell the press she cheated on me, she wouldn't tell them about Alice," Edward smiles, looking a bit happier now.
Our conversation is paused, because we've reached Edward's house. It's a fairly large, white house, and it looks really beautiful.
"This is just a temporary home for when I need to be in Forks," Edward says, leading me inside. I wobble a couple of times, feeling more of the effects of the alcohol.
I walk into the foyer, and take a glance at the surroundings. The furniture looks all antique, matching well with the interior.
"Want a drink?" Edward asks, holding up a bottle of Vodka and smirking.
"Why not?" I shrug, tipping back the shot he offered me.
A/N: What do you think of Edward's confession? :O
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