Author's Note: Hello again. OK, thanks for reviewing the last chapter, I appreciated the nice comments...and the death threats weren't too bad lol.
I'm sorry but I won't be doing a sequel to Cry For Me Please, its because I don't exactly have a plotline or any ideas about what to write. But I decided to do an epilogue for those who requested it.
The idea came to me yesterday and I'm not sure if everyone will like it but I hope you do.
Epilogue: Mia Belle.
Bella's POV: Seventeen years old.
"Bella…you don't have to do this", whispered Emmett, squeezing my hand. We sat in our living room, like any other day. Except on this day Emmett had returned home from college. I could feel that he was stiff and not happy with what was happening.
My sister, Alice, bounced into the room and plopped herself down next to me. I smiled at her reassuringly.
"It's time", she said softly.
And we waited silently and stiffly. Some footsteps made me turn my head around. My hand flew up to my neck, entwining my fingers with the silver necklace that hung loosely around my neck. Isabella Swan was written on it but deep down I knew that I had always been a Cullen.
Esme walked into the room followed by a tall woman with light hazel hair. The lady looked frustrated, somehow annoyed as she entered behind the nervous Esme. Her hair was curly and fell on her shoulders. Her eyes were dark and bright and very wide. Her lips were pink and pressed into a straight line. She looked no more than twenty years old.
"Bella…this…this is Veronique…Swan", Esme introduced. The woman smiled forcefully and sat where Esme had gestured.
I held my breath as my eyes washed over the features of the person who sat opposite me. Her gaze was scanning around the room before it finally settled over me. If it were possible, her eyes grew even wider.
"Isabella", she breathed, "it is for real? You're truly Isabella?"
Her voice was soft and high pitched. She had a faint Italian accent on.
I could do nothing but nod.
"It's nice to meet you, Veronique", Alice chimed in, "this is Emmett and I'm Alice. We're Bella's siblings. I'm her sister."
"I am her true sister", said Veronique fiercely. Her burning hazel eyes pierced at me. Her lips curved up into a slow smile and she breathed out loudly, half laughing. "Oh my Isabella…I am glad to have met you. After so many years, mia belle."
"Alice, Emmett, maybe we should give Bella and Veronique some privacy", suggested Esme, standing up. Emmett was about to move but I held on to his hand, and gripped on to Alice too.
"No! I just…I just want to know", I whispered, directly to the stranger in front of me, "tell…tell me about your parents. Our parents."
Veronique's eyes sparkled for a couple of seconds, then faded away. She sighed and turned to Esme, as if looking for permission to speak. This I what I wanted. I needed to know why I was abandoned as a baby and this person was going to tell me. I didn't know her. She might have been said to be my sister because we shared the same parents but I didn't know her. My true sister was Alice and my true brother was Emmett.
"Isabella", she began softly, leaning in closer to me.
"Bella", I interrupted, "just Bella please."
"Bella it is then", she smiled, "ok…when our parents gave birth to me…they were only sixteen of years each. Our grandmother was half Italian, her name was Isabella too. My mama…our mama she was called Tiana and papa was named Alec. They couldn't take care of me when I was born, Bella. They couldn't cope with a baby…both so young."
"So they ditched you as well?" I spat out bitterly. I couldn't stop the words lashing out of my mouth.
Veronique paused for a couple of minutes, pursing her lips and sighing. Then she shook her head as she looked back into my eyes.
"They tried to…cope with me, mia belle", she carried on, sadness building up in her eyes, "but couldn't. Then…when I was three years old, mama gave birth to you. I was sent back to live with grandma Isabella by social services. Mama and papa insisted on trying to start again with you. I don't know what happened after that, Bella. I was brought to Italy…spent fifteen years there. But…whilst I was in Italy with grandma Isabella, mama and papa died. They were both sick…living in those horrible sick conditions. Before…they passed away, they decided to give you away. You were not abandoned, Isabella, you were saved."
"They discarded me on the side of a fucking river", I hissed, ripping myself away from Emmett's grasp and standing up, "of course I was abandoned. I could've died there. In a freaking' basket as well. What the hell!"
"They tried…but couldn't cope", said Veronique shaking her head, "but you are the lucky one, Isabella. You are most luckier than I."
"How?" I demanded, "how am I lucky? You were sent safely away to live with your grandmother, I wasn't."
"Our grandmother", she insisted, "and you were picked, chosen by our parents. They picked you over me. How do you think that makes me feel?"
"Frankly, I don't care", I hissed, turning around and walking out of the room, "I only wanted to know why my parents abandoned me, I've got my answers now."
"What would you do if I proposed to you?" a voice came out of nowhere, making me jump.
I turned around to see Edward's amused face, quirking an eyebrow at me. Here I was, once again. Gratin Park. He knew me so well. Edward walked over and sat down next to me, placing an arm around me shoulders. I leaned in towards him, taking in his strong, irresistible smell. He kissed the top of my forehead and started to hum softly. I felt the vibration of his lips on the top of my hair.
"Mmm…I missed you", I said softly.
After the comforting humming end, he pulled back to look at me properly.
"I missed you too", Edward whispered, "I'm glad I'm back for summer. College is no fun without you there."
"When did you get home?"
"This morning", he explained, "I came along with Emmett, but I needed to get some stuff sorted out at home. But don't try to change the subject, you haven't answered my question."
"What was that?" I asked him, honestly forgetting what he had said.
"What would you do if I proposed to you?" he asked quietly. My eyes searched his for a couple of minutes, looking to see the punch line behind the joke. I was checking to see if he was going to burst out laughing any moment now.
"What?" I half laughed. But Edward looked quite serious.
"I know we're too young for that stuff", he said, shrugging, "well, you're only seventeen and I'm nineteen but…I love you Bella. Like no one else. And I know that I wanted to spend my life with you."
"Me too", I whispered, leaning in closer to him. But Edward wasn't finished.
"So if I got down on one knee and asked you to marry me, you would say yes?" he asked. I answered him without missing a beat.
"Yes", I breathed.
"Bella…my parents were never here for me", Edward carried on talking with a sad glint in his eyes. I wrapped my arms around him, surrounding him with as much love as I could.
"I'm here for you", I told him gently, "I'm here now, and I'm here for you."
"Emmett…told me about what happened this morning", said Edward to me, "don't you think your sister needs you to be there for her too?"
"She's not my sister", I said coldly, shaking him off of me immediately, "she's just…just a girl whom I used to share parents with. I know nothing of her for her to be my sister."
"That's because you didn't get time to know her", Edward explained softly, "Maybe you should."
I stood up, stretching my legs and steadying myself. Edward took my head and squeezed it gently.
"Whatever you do, I'm right here behind you", he whispered into my neck as I bit my bottom lip.
I turned around to face him, placing my arms around his neck before looking into his eyes deeply.
"Let's go see Veronique Swan, then", I said, smiling faintly. And Edward kissed me softly. His lips moulding and dancing with mine as we held onto eachother for dear life and everything else.
I knew then, that as long as I had Edward, I would never feel abandoned or left out again. I knew that I could do anything, with him right behind me.