Please, no comments on my lateness. I was writing this chapter on paper, becuase I was so bored during science, and my teacher comes over and reads over my shouslder OUT LOUD. I only had until about the last paragraph...but he took it from me after reading most of it.

I got it back earlier today, and he said, "You've got a talent for writing. Just becareful to pay attention in class." Or something like that...meh.

Again, sorry, lots of love,

BME7

ps reveiws equal love and love equals cookies and cookies equal happy and happy makes me write faster...do you all see where I'm going with this?

The lights were still off as I heard the almost-silent noise of Edward chuckling. “ALICE!” Emmett chided. “WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!”

The lights stayed off, but we lit some candles, and all of the party guests, including the uneasy werewolves, decided to leave. It was a house full of vampires, and a young girl. The very same young girl who was currently bouncing all over the place, flashlight in hand, playing with Emmett and Jasper.

I sat on the couch, pretending not to stare at Edward, but it was obvious to everyone. “Bella I really-”

“Shut up.” I said, watching the rain pour.

EPOV

She looked out the window, and I sighed. I knew it would all be different, and Abbie hadn’t helped one thing, but…after the vision Alice had, I had to come back.

I couldn’t leave her here alone to raise a child…being a vampire. Her self-control amazed me. “Bella, I really-”

“Shut up.” She said, and I felt it like a blow to the chest. Bella turned to face away from me, watching the rain pour down outside the window.

“Bella, it’s just that-”I started again.

“SHUT. UP.”She said, stood up, grabbed Ali, and went upstairs.

“Nice.” Emmett said, flopping down on the couch. I groaned, and Carlisle sighed. Esme looked worried, but we were all pulled out of our reverie by Bella’s soft voice. It was barely audible, but if I strained, I could make it out.

“Ali, I love you. I’m so sorry, baby.” She whispered, and I could tell if she could cry, she would be. “I’m sorry that I ruined your chance to meet Edward. You know, he’s really not all that bad.” She whispered, and Ali giggled.

“Mom! It’s alright. I shouldn’t have asked to meet him.” She seemed so grown-up…so much like Bella.

“No, and now that we know he’s your uncle, I’m determined not to keep you from him. Unless he wants out…Ali, you have to understand this.” Her voice dropped impossibly lower. “You can’t trust him.”

Ali didn’t respond for a while, but finally, we heard her small voice. “Why not, mom? Why can’t I trust him?”

“He lies.” She said, and Ali whispered okay. I closed my eyes, and I felt myself slowly ripping myself apart from the inside. Those two words…but how true they were…

“Ali, look at this picture.” I heard a tiny clicking noise, and Ali gasp.

“That’s Edward! Why….if he’s bad….why do you have that?” She asked.

Her response was too quiet to make out. I strained, but I couldn’t. And Ali’s thoughts didn’t help at all.

Edward Cullen…

Ali came back down the stairs a few minutes later, a fake look of happiness on her pale face. “Where’s Bella?” Esme asked, as always concerned.

“She’s going to rest upstairs for a little while. She’ll be back down soon.” She said, going back to play with Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Emmett, Jasper, and Rosalie. In other words, everyone else but me.

They were in the middle of playing red-light-green-light, when Ali looked up at me.

They finished, and she came over to me. She sat down on my lap, and rested her head on my chest.

“She says I shouldn’t trust you, you know.” Ali whispered I my ear, and I felt a small smile crease my face. “She says you’re a liar. But you know what?” she asked, and I raised my eye brows. “I will trust you. I love you, Uncle Edward.” She snuggled into my chest.

My unbeating heart filled with joy at Ali’s words.

“She has your picture, Edward. She loves you. She just won’t admit it, not even to herself.”

“Thank you, Ali. Thank you. I needed to know that.” I said, and kissed the top of her head. She smiled, and cupped her small hands over my ear.

“She’s angry at you. You need to go talk to her.” I gave Ali one final hug, and then stood.

“I’m going to.” I made my way up the stairs, and to the room I assumed was Bella’s. “Bella?” I called, knocking softly. “Bella. Can I come in?” There was no response, but the door was unlocked, and I stepped inside.

Bella was sprawled face-up over the small bed, not moving, with her eyes closed. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought she was dead. I sat on the edge of the bed, and held her hand.

“I’m sorry, Bella.” I said, and her eyes opened.

“Edward Cullen.” She said icily. “What do you think you’re doing? Let go of me.” I dropped her hand, and she sat up. “What do you know about me, anyway?” she asked, glaring.

“I…..” I was amazed. Everything I knew about Bella could have changed. I realized slowly that I really knew almost nothing about Bella.

“You see, you don’t. You know nothing about me. Don’t tell me you’re sorry.” She paused, closing her eyes. “Where have you been for the last thirty years?” She yelled, throwing a book at me. “IF YOU CARED ABOUT ME AT ALL , YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN HERE!” she screamed, and I ducked out of the room. “YOU’RE A LIAR, EDWARD CULLEN! YOU ALWAYS WILL BE!!”

BPOV

I was sobbing, knowing the whole house heard what had happened. For a few moments, I didn’t care. I took deep breaths, closing my eyes, and holding my locket.

I silently opened it, feeling the thin silver unclasp in my icy hands. There was his old, tattered picture, of him smiling. Then, on the other side, a picture of Ali, her tiny baby smile exactly lined up with Edward’s.

I felt my throat close, and I closed my eyes again.

I heard another roll of thunder, swallowed, and was just about to go talk to Edward, when something popped into my head.

I opened my window, and silently snuck out. As I ran passed by the picture windows, I locked eyes with Edward. I put one finger over my lips, praying that he not tell anyone. I finally arrived at the nearest sports store.

“What’s the strongest bat you have?” I asked the boy who asked if I needed help. He raised his eyebrows, and showed me the bat display.

After a few minutes of searching, I found one that might work. “How would this bat fare if it…hypothetically, of course, hit a ball going about…two hundred and fifty miles an hour?” I asked.

He blinked at me. “Why would you ever need to know that?” I rolled my eyes.

“Just, how would it do? Would it break?” I asked, holding the bat and swinging it, slowly for me.

“Well, no offense, I don’t think you could hit a ball going that fast.” I glared at him and he sighed. “It would be almost exactly the same meaning it would survive impact from a ball going that fast.” I nodded. “About…seven times.” I nodded again, calculating.

“How many do you have in stock?” I asked, looking up at him. I would need about twenty or so.

“Well, miss, those cost a few hundred dollars, I severely doubt you would want to purchase, much less use, more than one or two of these-”

I pulled out a debit card from my pocket, the one I had taken from Alice’s purse earlier. “Ever heard of Alice Brandon Cullen?” I asked, showing him the card.

He looked shocked, but trudged to the back room to retrieve the rest of the bats. “Here you go. Ms.Cullen called ahead and said you’d need these.”

I smiled. Alice always knew, even if I made the decision thirty minutes ago.

P.P.S.

I really was just lazy. My science teacher never took away my story, and i have a B plus in that class...i was lying...HEEHEE I make pretty random excuses, don't I? ...and yet all my teachers believe me...hmmmm maybe I'm a good liar...? is that good or bad...?