There in my hands was a yellowing picture of Bella and I. I nearly cried.
"This, this woman, is your mother?" I questioned shakily. She'd gotten married, she has a family, she-
"Yeah, you know her? " the boy retorted.
"We, we, where is she?" all the emotion that I'd been feeling released itself in that one question.
"Lucas," The little girl whispered.
"Who?" I asked, this must be her mate.
"Andonia shut up! Remember what she said they don't need to know anything." The boy answered.
"You don't answer, you don't stay." I told them, I knew it was mean but I had to find Bella. The young boy glared up at me.
"You think you're so tough don't you? Huh? Well I've got something for guys like you, guys like Lucas. You're nothing! You never have been and you never will be!"
"What do- Who are you talking about?"
"The man that imprisoned my mother, five days after you guys ran out on her. That's right I know about you all, and what you did to her."
"If you hate us so much, why did you come here?" I challenged.
"Because my mother, told me to. I would never leave her willingly. Lucas tried to have us killed, and if she didn't kill us she'd die too, so she sent us away and no one would be the wiser."
"What is Lucas doing to your mother?" I growled.
"I don't know! But I bet he treats her better than you you son of a -"
"Alacander stop!" Bella?