Chapter 4: History

Nessie's POV

Both of my kids kept close to me as Carlisle helped me walk. I could still see my son's tears falling down his face. If I ever saw that woman do that to him again I would raise some hell. I would not allow my boy to be treated like crap for no reason! She's lucky I was injured if not I would've done something already!

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I looked around briefly and got the strangest sense of deja vu. Like if I'd been here before. Everything about this house and it's occupants seemed so familiar and strange at the same time. Was it possible that I'd been here before? In my prior life that I couldn't remember perhaps?

Before I could think about but anymore Carlisle led me into what looked like a hospital room. He insisted on treating my injury first but I flat out refused. I refused to be treated before my daughter was. As an added bonus he even decided to check my son even though he didn't have any apparent physical injuries.

My daughter, as suspected, was just badly bruised. He gave her some pain medicine and an arm sling. My son was okay. Now it was my turn.

"It's definitely broken," he concluded after examining my leg. "I can put a cast on it so the bones set and heal correctly,"

"I was afraid of that,"

"Here," he said as he handed me some pills and a glass of water. "It'll help with the pain,"

"Thanks," I swallowed the pills and the glass of water.

"So Nessie where are you from?" he asked as he got to work on me.

"New York. Rochester, New York that is,"

"Really?" he looked at me curiously.

"I guess. Well it's where I lived anyway,"

"You don't know where you're from?"

"I've been suffering from amnesia for almost eight years now. I don't know nothing about my old life. I just woke up one day in Rochester with no memory. I went to the hospital and they told me I had amnesia and that's where I discovered I was pregnant with my Sophie here. She's probably the only link I have to my past life,"

"So you don't remember anything at all?" Carlisle asked.

"No. Nothing at all," I lamented. "Well excellent my name anyway,"

He rubbed his forehead as if he had a headache.

"So I settled down in New York. I got married and had my son Royce,"

"You got married?"

"Yup. My husband is Royce King IV," I didn't know why I was divulging such sensitive information when I was trying to live discretely without being discovered.

"That's impossible,"

"What?"

"The King family line ended in the 1930s with the death of one of it's family members,"

"Okay I don't know how you know about my husband's family but I can assure you that's not true. I may not know my family history but I know my husband's family tree and the King family is still thriving with that bank in Rochester,"

"I don't understand-"

"You were right about one of the King's family members being murdered. Royce King II is still talked about to this day. He was engaged to a beautiful woman named Rosalie Hale. She disappeared a week before the wedding. They never found her body but she was declared legally dead. Not long after Royce got engaged to another woman. A few months later they got married. Nine months later they had a son. Not long after his son's birth was Royce II mysteriously murdered,"

"Oh my," was the only thing he could say.

"I guess it could be a lot to take in," I said.

"That is quite a story,"

"Yeah It is. Should I continue?"

"There's more?"

"Yeah there's more," I said. "I've spent a lot of time learning his family's history. Mine was impossible to learn about it so I tried to learn about his," or more importantly how my husband turned into an abusive asshole I added in my head.

"Why not?" he said. "We've got plenty of time,"

"Royce III only had a daughter. Emilia King. When she got married her father wanted her to keep her last name since it was so important to the family not to lose the King last name. So when she married Mark Evenson and didn't take his last name that caused quite a stir but eventually people stopped talking,"

"Wait a minute did you say Evenson?" he questioned.

"Yeah that's a whole other story if you're interested in hearing it,"

"Charles Evenson Jr. born in Ashland, Oregon in 1921. Nearly died of lung fever when he was born. The doctors actually think he did die. His poor mom was so distraught that she committed suicide by jumping off of a cliff. They never got a chance to tell her the good news. That her son was still alive and there was hope he'd recover,"

Carlisle remained silent when I paused my story.

"His real father Charles Evenson found him a few days later and named him after himself. He was orphaned a few years later when his father was killed. His family took care of him until he went to fight in World War II. In the early 1950s he settled down and had a son. Mark Evenson who eventually moved to Rochester and married Emilia and together they had my Royce King IV,"

Carlisle was to stunned for words to say anything for a long time as he worked on my leg.

"Is he still alive?" he suddenly asked.

"Who?" I asked.

"Charles Evenson Jr.,"

"Yeah he is," though for how much longer no one knew. He was suffering from diabetes and since he didn't take care of himself or eat the right foods he wasn't doing too good. Also he had stage IV lung cancer due to smoking his entire adult life. "He actually lives back in New York close to us,"

"Nessie why did you leave New York?" Carlisle suddenly asked unexpectedly.

"Uh, well, I kind of don't want to talk about it. At least not for now. My husband doesn't know where I'm at and it's imperative that things stay that way,"

Why in the hell was I giving so many clues about what I was doing?!

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