Last chap Recap:"Why won't you let me do it?"
"Because you love Emmett and you're scared and frustrated and you think release with me will be like it is with Emmett." He said and pulled his pants up.
I was pissed, embarrassed and frustrated all at the same time. He had no right to lead me on if he intended on not following through. I began to glare at him as he got off the bed, but he turned away from me and went straight to the bathroom. A few seconds later, the shower went on. I slipped out of my clothes and pulled on my bathrobe. I lied down on my stomach and tried to sleep but that didn't work. I tossed and turned several times before getting up and walking out of the motel.
There was a guy, smoking out in the parking lot that eyed me, my bathrobe and slippers as if he'd never seen someone go out in public looking like that. I continued walking till I made it to the tiny office that held the front desk. The man at the desk was quietly sipping coffee and reading a book. However, when he looked up and took in my appearance, he choked a little on his coffee.
"Uhh, can I help you?" He asked, looking me up and down again, as if to make sure he hadn't imagined my outfit.
"Can I borrow the phone for a second? I just need to make a quick call." I asked, my voice sounding tired and whiny.
"What's wrong with the one in your room?" He asked a bit accusingly, probably thinking I had done something to the phone.
"It works just fine, but I don't want my roommate to know I'm making this call so can I just use the phone?" I nearly snapped.
"Yeah, sure." He said. He took in my frizzy and tangled hair; my (almost) sex hair and led me over to the phone. I punched in Emmett's number, having no idea what time it was in Washington, and held my breath. The phone rang twice and I thought of hanging up. When someone picked up on the other line, my breath hitched. Part of me hoped it wasn't Emmett that picked up, even though the chances of someone else picking up his cell phone were highly unlikely. "Hello?" His sleepy voice mumbled into the phone. I continued holding my breath, contemplating hanging up the phone.
"Hello?" He asked again, this time sounding less sleepy. Tears rolled down my face and I released the breath I was holding. Tiny whimpers escaped my mouth but I didn't think he'd heard. "Bella? Bella, is it you?" He nearly shouted into the phone.
"Hi, I'm sorry for waking you up." I Whispered.
"Baby! Where are you? Are you okay? God, I miss you so much!" Now how was full on shouting. And he called me baby. Knowing that he cared so much lifted my spirits way high but I felt even worse for what happened with Edward.
"I can't tell you where I am, but I'm okay. I'm with Edward and he's been looking out for me. I miss you too Emmett." Tears were now flooding my face.
"Please come home. Everyone misses you so much and your dad….he's going crazy with worry. He and your mom really miss you." I cringed a little when he said 'your mom' and I almost said that I didn't have a mother.
"Emmett I can't, not yet. I have to figure out everything that's been happening lately." I said, hoping he'd understand.
"Forget about all that, please. I want nothing more than to see you again Bella."
"Emmett I want to see you too but everything that's happened so far isn't normal, there's something supernatural going on and I have to find out what it is and why it's happening to me."
"Then tell me where you are and I'll come to you."
"I can't. Emmett, I can't bring you into this mess, I just can't. I'm sorry." I whispered. I prayed with every little piece of me that he wouldn't get mad and that he'd understand.
"I love you and I want to be there to help you and you won't let me, yet you can allow Edward to help you?" He was angry, so much for my praying. "So what, does he love you? Do you love him?"
"Emmett, it's not like that. I really like Edward but I don't love him, I love you. And because I love you, I can't let you come into this mess. Edward was a part of this whole mess from the beginning and he has a right to find the truth too."
"You do love him."
"What? Emmett . . . I . . . You don't understand."
"You're sticking up for him. When this whole thing started, I tried to help you, I really did. And for a while I think you wanted me to help you, but as soon as Edward opened his arms to you, you ran to him instead. You ran to him and chose him instead of me." He said, his voice breaking and my heart breaking right along with it.
I had no idea what to say. I opened and closed my mouth several times then paled at the words that finally fell through my lips. "I kissed him."
"Is that all?" He asked, his voice still breaking.
"You slept with him didn't you?" His anger flared up before I could even register his question.
"Bye Bella." He whispered and my heart skipped a beat.
"Emmett please don't—"
"What do you want me to say Bella? You say you miss me but you won't let me come see you, you say you love me then tell me you slept with Edward."
"I didn't have sex with him and I do love you. I'm just stressed and confused, I don't know what I want." I began bawling like a baby.
"Bella I love you and I have no intension whatsoever of sharing you; not with Edward, not with anyone! I want to be with you and I want for you to want to be with me. So you take the time you need to figure out what you want and get unconfused, because when you get back I want an answer! I don't want to be in a relationship with you until you know for sure that you want to be with me. I love you, but like I said before, I won't share you. Alright?" I nodded even though I knew he couldn't see me.
"Okay." I said and wiped the tears off my face. He was quiet for a long time and so was I. "I swear if Edward wasn't involved in this from the beginning, he wouldn't be here." I said, breaking the silence.
"I know. I guess I'm just jealous that he can be there for you and I can't." He replied. "Be careful Bella. Okay?" He added as an afterthought.
"Okay, I will. I don't know when I'll be able to call you again but I'll try to call you soon."
"Please tell Alice I said hi and tell Charlie that I'm okay."
"I will. I'm not kidding Bella, be careful . . . I don't want to lose you."
"Okay, thanks. Bye Emmett." I could feel the tears falling.
"Bye." The line went dead after that. I kept the phone to my ear for at least another five minutes, then hung up and pulled myself together. I thanked the man at the front desk and made my way back to the room.
"Where the hell were you? Do you know crazy I went looking for you? You can't fucking take off and not say anything!" Edward shouted the second I walked into the room. I ignored him and went straight to my bed. "Are you listening to me? Is this all a game to you?" He continued talking so I tuned him out. I got into bed and rolled up into the sheets. I yawned a couple times and Edward's voice began to sound distant. I clicked off the lamp near my bed and closed my eyes. Edward's voice grew more and more distant as I fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, Edward wasn't in the room so I took a shower and began going through some of the papers we found at Renee's house. I read through every paper at least four times but I found no new information, only stuff I already knew. It's as if the big picture was right there in front of me but I kept missing it. Just as I was beginning to give up hope, a folded sticky note caught my attention. I unfolded it and looked it over.
'Let me know if you need someone to look after Bella during the day. –Rita'
"Who is Rita?" I whispered to myself. I shut my eyes and tried to remember if I knew anyone named Rita. Think Bella, think. Rita….Rita….Rita. "Who the hell is Rita?" I threw the note down in frustration.
"Easy there tiger." Edward said and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Why would you sneak up on me like that?"
"Consider it payback for sneaking off last night then falling asleep when I was talking to you. I brought you coffee and an egg & cheese sandwich." He said, handing me the coffee and sandwich. "I need to take a piss." He announced and went to the bathroom.
"Thanks for sharing your need to pee." I ate and waited for him to return. "I read through all this junk and I can't find any new information." I said as Edward walked out of the bathroom.
"Read it again." He said, making himself comfortable in his bed and turning on the tv.
"Why don't you read it?" I snapped and he shrugged. "All the new information I found is Rita and I don't know who the hell she is." I threw my hands over my face in frustration.
"Rita Spellman is our old babysitter and she lives in Glendale." Edward said nonchalantly, not even looking in my direction.
"What? How do you know that?"
"I remember her. I say we get the hell out of here and go pay her a visit." He turned off the tv and we left right after packing our stuff. We pulled up to a house that looked somewhat familiar to me. "Well, this is the moment of truth." Edward sighed heavily. He tried to look cool and collected but I saw right through him; he was terrified of what we would find out.
"It's okay to be scared you know." I said, reaching over to hold his hand.
"Who says I'm scared?" He snapped.
"Edward it's okay. What we find out will change everything for us. I know for a fact that we won't like what we hear; all the more reason for us to stick together. As of right now, we've got no one to turn to; we only have each other so don't try to shut me out." I am by no means good at pep talks but I think that went well.
He nodded and took a deep breath. "Okay." He said and got out of the car. I grabbed my messenger bag and followed him. There was an eerie chill in the air as we walked up the porch. A light breeze passed through and the wind chimes on the porch began dancing back and forth, creating a creepy little melody.
There was a loud crash, from nowhere in particular, that scared the living hell out of me. The wind blew again and the wind chimes again created that creepy melody. Clouds began to fill the sky, casting shadows on the ground for a few seconds then quickly blocking the sunlight. I looked over at Edward and he shrugged. After a minute or two, the sun was barely visible and I could hear thunder beginning to roar in the distance. Edward squinted up at the sky, trying to figure out what was going on. The wind grew stronger, shaking tress left and right and blowing dead leaves all over the place. Tiny raindrops began to fall as the thunder grew louder and began to echo. Before long, lighting was flashing, thunder was booming and the wind was whipping and howling. Edward took hold of my hand and leaned towards me.
"You think Brady is doing all this?" He yelled over the thunder.
I thought about it for a second then nodded. "Yes! And I also think he's getting stronger and planning to make good on his promise to exterminate me!" I yelled back as the wind whipped my hair back and forth.
Edward looked into my eyes for a long moment then looked up at the sky. "If he's getting strong then we have to get stronger. We have to figure out a way to stay ahead of him or I don't think we'll survive long enough to take him out!" He yelled and looked back down at me.
"I don't know if we can take him out." I wasn't all that sure that we could get stronger than him.
"Bella, we just have to outsmart him. We need to figure out these mind tricks he's playing with you and beat him at his own game." He said, sounding almost optimistic. Before I could say anything, he squeezed my hand once and led me up to Rita's door. He rang the doorbell twice and we waited for a reply. The locks clicked and the door opened, revealing a guy who looked just a few years older than us.
"Hi, I'm Bella and this is Edward. We're looking for Rita Spellman." I said, putting forth the best smile I could muster.
"Can I ask why you want to see her?" The man said, opening the screen door.
"We have some very important questions to ask her." I said, already beginning to lose my patience with this guy.
"How do you know her?" He asked.
"Look, she was our fucking babysitter and like Bella said, we have some fucking important life or death questions to ask her! So quit wasting our fucking time and tell us, is she home or isn't she?" Edward's face was heating up with anger.
The guy glared at Edward for a few seconds then opened his mouth to speak.
"If you ask us one more goddamn question, I'll wring your fucking neck!" Edward warned, looking as deadly as ever. The guy closed his mouth and glared again.
"Anthony Mason, you close that filthy mouth of yours this instant!" Came an older woman's somewhat raspy voice. Edward immediately paled and his eyes went big. "Step aside and let them in Bernard." The guy at the door glared for a second more, then moved over to let us in. We walked inside and a woman who looked to be in her late forties waved at us as she walked down the stairs.
'Bernard' slammed the door shut and walked away, mumbling profanities as he left.
"Mrs. Spellman?" I asked, a little unsure. She smiled, her eyes getting watery and her cheeks flushing pink.
"Isabella darling is that you?" She pulled me close and held my face in her warm hands. "Oh heavens, I haven't seen you in over ten years!" She exclaimed with a heavy British accent. She pulled me into a bone crushing hug then turned to Edward. "And you Anthony, I always assumed you'd grow out of your filthy mouth." Edward blushed and she hugged him too. "What brings you two here?" She finally asked.
"We have lots of questions to ask you." I said, fidgeting a little, hoping that she'd be able to give us some information.
"And I have many answers to give you darling." She smiled, placing one warm hand on my back and the other on Edward's back. "Come, I'll put on some tea then we'll talk." She smiled, leading us down the hall and into her living room. "Stay put my darlings, I'll be back in a jiffy." She ushered us to the couch then was off to the kitchen.
"This place looks so familiar." Edward whispered.
"I know! I feel like I was in this very living room just yesterday." I whispered back. I got up and walked around the living room, trying to see if I could remember anything. I walked over to the fireplace and looked down at the three Christmas stockings hanging there. The one on the left looked extremely soft so I reached out and touched it. As soon as I touched it, old memories flashed through my head.
Three little kids running circles around a tall Christmas tree. So many Christmas presents littered the floor, the carpet underneath was barely visible. "All right my loves, are you ready for your hot chocolate?" A Pretty blonde woman in her early thirties entered the living room, carrying a tray with four steaming mugs of hot chocolate. She handed the mugs to the children when they settled down. "I want a sip of yours Anthony." The little girl pleaded.
"No Bella, you have your own!" Anthony shouted.
"You're a big meanie! I don't like you anymore!" The little girl yelled, tears welling up in her big brown eyes.
"There's no need for tears my love. You can have a sip of Aunt Rita's coacoa."
I shuddered and put the stocking back where it was. When I returned to the couch, Edward gave me a questioning look. "I saw us." I whispered and his face went sour.
"Of course you see us, we're sitting right here."
"No! I saw us as kids . . . In this living room. You, me and another little boy were playing and Rita gave us hot chocolate. She referred to herself as 'Aunt Rita' Edward!" I whispered a bit too loud.
"She's your aunt?" Edward asked.
"No! Well . . . I don't know. For all I know, she could be your aunt." Edward rubbed his face a few times and sighed.
"I guess we'll just have to ask her." He whispered and leaned back on the couch.
Rita walked into the living room with the same tray as before, but this time with three empty cups and a pot of tea. She set the tray on the table, served us then took a seat on the loveseat across from me and Edward.
"How are you? You two look as if you haven't had a wink of sleep." She addressed us both, sipping her tea.
"We're fine." I lied.
"No we most certainly are not fine. Some lunatic ghost is out to kill us and I'm more than certain that our parents are still trying to hunt us down." Edward growled and shot me daggers for lying. Rita's face showed fear for a second then changed to worry.
"What on earth are you talking about?" She asked, worry obvious in her voice. I took a deep breath and told her about everything. The nightmares, Renee, running away from home, everything.
"And I think a man named Thomas Brady is responsible for it all, even the storm outside." I finished. The cup of tea she was holding fell from her hands and she gasped.
"Oh dear, what storm?" She exclaimed and got up to go look out the window. She gasped and brought her hands up to her face. "Oh heavens, I haven't seen a storm like this since the day Mr. Brady disappeared."
Edward gave me a weary look. "The storm must be Brady's doing." He said to me then turned back to Rita. "Tell us everything you know about Brady and what he did to us." His voice was hard, his eyes were icy cold and his jaw was set. No matter what we find out from this point on, there's no turning back.