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[A/N] Hello my lovely readers out there. Thanks and hugs for taking the time to read & review my little Bellice story here. It's because of you that I continue writing this soap opera…ahm I mean this Twilight fanfiction.

This chapter is dedicated to beelotus and Villemo79 for liking Zafrina. I've got plans for her in the future so watch out…

**Chapter 29**

Ali's POV

The worst thing about being in the hospital was that I was spending far too much time alone with my thoughts. Unfortunately most of them weren't really happy ones. The newly discovered truth about my heritage kept me awake at night, making me wonder how it could be possible that my entire family had lied to me for my entire life…

A loud knock on the door made me cringe slightly and when Jasmine's honey-blonde head appeared in the doorframe I sighed in relief.

"Hey, beautiful girl, crave for company?" she smirked and sat down on the plastic chair next to me.

"Jazz, I hope you don't really use such a lame pick-up line when you go out. It's embarrassing."

A low chuckle left her throat before she spoke up again.

"No, I don't. I saved that one for you because I knew how much you would like it."

"Thanks a lot. I feel honored."

She took my hand in hers and squeezed it gently.

"How are you feeling, Ali?"

"Are you asking as my friend or as a shrink?"

"As your friend, Ali…although the 200 bucks your father gave to me should make me ask you as a therapist too."

"He paid you to talk to me?" My voice raised two octaves.

"Yep, he did. And before you start throwing a tantrum about him bribing me or any crap like that, I only accepted the money because I pitied him so much. He's really desperate that you're refusing to talk to him at all."

"Did he tell you, why I don't want to see him?"

"Yes, he did. It was necessary that he was open to me about everything. The whole situation isn't easy for either one of you."

"I don't give a shit about how complicated things are for him! He lied to me! He fucking lied to me for my entire fucking life! I…I'm so… so…!" Tears started falling down my cheeks and I wiped them away with the back of my hand.

"You're angry, aren't you?" her voice was warm and smooth like velvet. It had always been my favorite part of her when we were together.

"It doesn't matter if I'm angry or not, Jasmine. What does it change? My whole life is nothing but a fucking lie."

"It matters a lot. Anger is a strong emotion; anger keeps you from breaking down and give into your pain. It helps you to deal with the current situation."

"Jazz, you know that I hate it when you throw this psychological bullshit at me."

"Yeah, I do, Ali. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"Kay,"

"But, it would be better for you, if we did."

"It would be better for my family if my father had sent me back to Romania." I murmured and tried to turn my body to the other side without hurting my injured ribs too much.

The plastic chair squeaked when Jasmine stood up from it. Carefully she sat down on the edge of the bed and started stroking my back in feather light movements.

"Hey, I didn't know that you had a tattoo." She whispered while her fingertips caressed one of the Lilly's on my hipbone.

"There's a lot about me, that you don't know, Jazz." And there's a lot that I don't know about myself as well...

She chuckled slightly and pulled the blanket over my body again.

"Let me guess. You got that in your first week in Paris and you had it done because you knew that it would piss of your parents if they'd see it. Am I right?"

I nodded my head and sighed deeply.

"I don't care about the damn tattoo and whether my par…whether Carlisle and Esme would like it or not?" I snarled at her.

"I think you do. God, Ali, stop being so stubborn."

"I'm not stubborn."

Oh yes, you are, Missy. Always have been…always will be."

She leaned forward and put a wisp of my hair behind my ear. For a split second I thought that she was going to kiss me there and that would have been a lovely addition to my already complicated life.

"Please don't touch me like this. It's not right when both of us are in a relationship with someone else."

Slowly she stood up from the bed, trying hard to keep her face a calm looking mask.

"Firstly, I'm not in a relationship anymore and secondly…"

"Maria broke up with you? I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, she didn't. I was the one who left her. It just wasn't working. Maria is a great woman, but she's just not the one."

"Hmm, I see, I'm still sorry though."

Her fingertips brushed over my cheekbone and I instantly turned my face to the side.

"Jazz, I was serious about you touching me like that being not right. Bella wouldn't understand it and it would irritate her."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and her eyes narrowed into tiny slits.

"Don't give a shit what the straight girl thinks is acceptable or not. And just for the record; sleeping with the wife of your brother doesn't equal a proper relationship."

"She's going to divorce him."

"Ali, that won't change the fact that she was with him first."

"Yeah, I know but still. It doesn't matter to me, it doesn't matter to her. We're together now and I'm planning on making it stay that way. I love her."

"Oh Ali, you're still such a child. Being in a relationship is not only about being in love. That won't be enough."

"You are jealous of her, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not. Why should I be jealous of a stupid, boring housewife who's trying to spice up her dull life by fucking her sister-in-law?"

"Watch your mouth, Jazz. I don't like it when you talk about Bella like that."

"That's just because you don't want to hear the truth, Ali. This won't work out and you'll get hurt again, I know it. It'll be the same crap like it was with that carrot-head. You sure can pick them."

"Don't you dare to compare Bella to Victoria; she's nothing like her. Nothing! Do you hear me, Miss Whitlock!"

"Lower your voice, Ali. I know that you don't want to see it but the parallels are there."

"Get out here now." I tried to make my voice sound hard but it cracked at the end like a broken record. Moments later I tasted the first salty tears on my lips.

"Hey, please don't cry. Can't you see that I'm just trying to help you?"

"I told you to go, Jasmine!"

"Ali, please…I just don't want you to get hurt again."

"Get out of here now or I'll call the nurse to kick you out!"

"Kay, I'll leave but I'll come again. You definitely need someone who tells you the truth."

"Fuck you! You know nothing about the truths or lies in my life!"

My hand grabbed the empty glass on the small night table on the side of the bed. Without thinking about what I was doing I threw it at her. She ducked her head and the glass crashed into dozens of tiny pieces when it hit the wall at the other side of the room.

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The glass pieces crumbled under her feet as she entered the room. Slowly she kneeled down and put several of them carefully into the palm of her hand before she threw them into the trash in the corner of the room.

"You don't need to clean up my mess." I croaked out hoarsely.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on my trembling lips.

"I'm used to cleaning after other people. How did your glass end up at the other side of the room?"

"I tried to hit Jasmine's thick scull with it but the drugs they're giving me have weakened my aiming accuracy a little bit."

"Ali, you shouldn't throw things at other people. Why did you do it anyway?"

"Because she pissed me off with her psycho crap and she refused to leave when I asked her to."

"She's probably just trying to help you."

"I don't need her to help me!"

"Shhh, please try to stay calm, Ali. You know that's not good for your heart if you get too agitated."

"Bella, you promised me not to treat me differently because of my condition."

"Yeah, I remember. I'm not doing it on purpose, Ali. I'm just so worried about you."

"You start sounding like my mother…that's not sexy."

"You're not honestly thinking about that right now, are you?"

"No, I'm not. But I don't want to talk about my stupid heart anymore."

"Okay." She whispered and kissed my mouth again very tenderly. The tip of her tongue slipped between my slightly parted lips and a low moan escaped my throat when she started caressing the inside of my mouth with it.

"Promise me that you won't hurt me." My shaking voice was barely audible.

"Ali, can't you see that I can't hurt you without hurting me? Look, I'm so sorry about the complicated situation we're currently in but I swear that I'm working hard to fix that for both of us."

"You're talking about the lawyer you went to see, aren't you?"

She nodded her head and twisted her long hair into a lose ponytail.

"She was really supportive and suggested that it would probably be the easiest option if we'd sell the house."

"Do you want to do that, Bella?"

"I don't know yet. The house means nothing to me but it is Lilly's home."

"Where is she now?"

"With your sister and Emmett, but I don't know if that was such a smart idea. They're still arguing a lot because Emmett helped to send your brother to jail."

"I see. He's still in there, isn't he?"

"Yeah, but they can't keep him there for much longer if you refuse to press charges."

"Bella, I can't do that. He's still my brother…or my half-brother to be more precisely."

She took my hand in hers and squeezed it gently. Then she put it to her lips and planted kisses all over my knuckles.

"Your hands are so cold." She mumbled against the back of my hand.

"It's your choice whether you want to press charges against him or not. Whatever you're choosing to do, I'll support your decision."

"Can I tell you something stupid? If I had been in his place, I would have probably reacted in a similar way. Both of us have such a bad temper, it's embarrassing."

"But you're not violent when you get angry."

"You haven't seen me angry yet, Bella. Trust me it's not a pretty sight."

"Passionate little thing, aren't you?"

She cupped my face between her hands and kissed me tenderly.

"I really love that part of your personality, Ali. You're the fire that can melt the ice around my frozen heart."

I pulled her on top of me. The weight of her put an unpleasant pressure on my bandaged ribs but I tried to ignore it. Her hands twisted into my messy hair and I whimpered slightly as she lowered her head to suck the sensitive skin on my neck between her teeth. Suddenly she stopped and tried to pull back.

"Ali, I'm hurting you. Let me go."

"It doesn't matter. I need to feel you close to me."

"I'm going to re-break your ribs. How are we going to explain that to Dr. Connor?" she chuckled slightly and planted a last gentle kiss on the tip of my nose before I dropped my hands from her back.

She stood up from the bed but sat down behind me again, wrapping her arms carefully around my waist.

"That's better, isn't it?" she mumbled and started massaging my shoulders with smooth movements.

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes for a moment. Slowly I turned my head and when the tip of her tongue nudged against mine a shiver went down my spine.

There were noises somewhere in the background but I tried to blend them out. It was always loud here in the hospital at this time of the day.

"I can see my daughter whenever I want to, Dr. Connor."

Crap, what the hell was Carlisle doing here again? What part of 'I don't want to see you' was too complicated for him to understand it? I sighed deeply and pulled back from the kiss, but I rested my head against Bella's chest when the dizziness washed over me again.

"Are you alright, honey?" she whispered and I nodded my head, unable to bring out any words right now.

"Dr. Cullen, you can't go in there, if she doesn't want to see you."

"You're not in the position to tell me anything, young miss! When did you finish medical school at all; last month maybe?"

"Mrs. McCarthy, try to reason with your father."

"Dad, she's right. Let me talk to Ali alone first."

"That won't have any use, Rosalie. Now go out of the way before I tear down this damn door!"

"Dad, please, calm down. You can't make her talk to you, if she doesn't want to."

The door was opened in a swift movement and Dr. Connor stepped into the room with a few graceful movements, followed by Rosalie who was a little bit pale under the nose and an almost livid looking Carlisle.

"I'm sorry, Miss Cullen but…"

"That's okay, Dr. Connor. Don't worry about it. My father", she made the word two syllables. "...won't stay here for long."

"Alright, Miss Cullen, I'll give you some privacy then."

She closed the door behind her and I sighed deeply.

"Do you want me to leave too?" Bella asked me anxiously and tried to stand up from the bed again, but I put my hand on her thigh to keep her where she was.

"No, I want you to stay here with me, Bella."

My father raised one eyebrow in confusion.

"Mary Alice, this is just about our family. It has nothing to do with her." God, if he knew how much everything had to do with her.

"I assume that you haven't spoken to Edward yet, have you?" It wasn't really a question, more like a statement.

"No, I haven't. Look, Mary Alice, he had no right to tell you the things he said to you. He doesn't even know the whole truth. I don't know what came over him…"

"I know, Dad. He's jealous."

"You think that he's jealous of you? That's completely ridiculous. Esme and I have always tried to treat all of you equally."

"He's not jealous because of you and Mom. He's jealous because of Bella."

"Why the hell should he be jealous of his own wife? That doesn't make any sense at all, Mary Alice."

"It will." I assured him and put Bella's hand in mine to squeeze it gently.

The time had finally come to let the truth out of the bag, all of it…