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Bella's Point of View

2004 (age 19)

The Swan house had been a bit chaotic lately. Carlisle had been coming around to tell my father of his extracurricular activities. Esme had been drilling my mother on any possible information about Carlisle.

My oldest sister, Vanessa, had moved to Manhattan with her boyfriend Jacob over the course of the weekend, which made my mother extremely upset. She couldn't believe that my sister was living with a man at such a young age. I felt bad for my sister being under my mother's reign of terror, but at least she wasn't annoying me.

I pulled on my black silk robe and slippers as I headed downstairs for a much-needed cup of coffee. As I was about to step out in the hallway, I heard Esme's soft voice as well as my father's and quickly pulled myself back into my room.

"Charlie, are you sure you weren't with Carlisle last night? He came home smelling like cheap perfume and his clothes were wrinkled," she noted.

"Esme, you're questioning the wrong person. I don't know why you always ask me about his whereabouts. Our office buildings are two blocks away from each other. We were supposed to meet up at the bar last night, but he told me there was an unexpected meeting he had to attend," My father spoke in an agitated tone. I could see how much Carlisle's affair with Siobhan was affecting him.

"Charlie, you better be telling the truth. If I find out that you know what Carlisle was really doing, heaven forbid that it is something illegal or worse— having an affair, you will both be sorry," she hissed.

I saw her wavy coppery-colored hair fling in the air as she walked away. Her heels clicked loudly against the tiled floor.

"You better know what you're doing, Carlisle," my father groaned before trailing Esme down the stairs.

I waited a few minutes before I headed down to the kitchen. As I passed the bar, I spotted my father sitting there with a glass of scotch in his hand.

"Isn't it a little early to be drinking, Father?" I asked.

He glanced my way with a smirk. "I thought I deserved one after the morning I had." He chuckled.

I walked toward him, looking at his frazzled appearance. His black suit was neat and fitted, but his face spoke thousands of emotions. His brown eyes held so much guilt and exhaustion. His face was sunken in. The pressure of trying to help his friend, while trying to not get caught in the middle was taking a toll on him.

"You're going to kill yourself if you try and keep up with everything that's on your plate," I told him.

"Aw, now you sound like your mother." He chuckled.

"Very funny," I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Come here, kid." He pulled me into a hug.

After a few moments of silence, I finally spoke up. "Dad, you can't keep covering up for Carlisle. It's running you down."

His body became rigid and he pulled away from me. "How did you—"

"I overheard you talking to him that night he came over," I confessed.

He clenched his eyes shut and ran his hand over his face. "Oh, Bella, what did you do?"

"It's not my fault." I paused when he cocked his eyebrow. "Okay, maybe it was. But, in my defense he was acting really weird and I wanted to know what was going on. Plus he smelled like cheap women's perfume that I was positive Esme would never put on. And then I heard you and Esme talking this morning." I explained.

"Bella, have you told anyone about this?" he asked as he held his breath.

"No, I promise… I will never tell anyone."

He let out the breath he was holding in relief. "Thank you. This conversation stays between us, you understand?" he asked.

I nodded my head. "Of course."


"I seriously don't know how we are twins. Who doesn't want a Birkin bag?" my sister asked.

"Someone who doesn't care about materialistic things," I replied while rolling my eyes.

"But it's a Birkin bag," she said. Rose ran into her closet and pulled out her new black leather purse and held it out for me. "Look at how pretty it is, and smell the fresh scent of leather."

I stared at my sister in annoyance. "Rose, I don't care about how pretty it is or what it smells like. All I need is something that can hold my crap," I told her.

She groaned as she rolled her eyes. "Bella, you may not care about what people think, but I do."

"It's okay to like nice things, Rose. Don't get me wrong, I do love expensive things, but I would rather buy something more practical that can be used for the same thing, instead of caring about competing with others."

"We are definitely not twins," she said, looking at me with a smile.

"Shut up!" I threw one of her throw pillows at her.

"So, anyway, guess who I ran into the other day?" she asked.

"The guy you've been crushing on, but you're too much of a coward to go and talk to him?" I guessed.

She stuck her tongue out at me. "No, and I am not a coward. I think a man should make the first move."

"And how's that working for ya!" I joked.

"He hasn't gotten it yet, but he will." She smiled. "Anyway, I ran into the Cullen boys. They certainly have grown up into very handsome men. Although I don't care for Masen's tattoos."

"Oh— I ran into Edward a couple weeks ago. He was nice as always," I said.

"He certainly is. They both were at one of the clubs I was at. I don't remember exactly which one, but Edward asked about you quite a bit," she hinted.

"I'm sure he was just being nice," I said, feeling my heart flutter faster at the thought of Edward wanting to know more about me.

"Oh, please. Everyone knows that he has always harbored a little crush on you."

"That's completely untrue. He is extremely handsome, athletic, nice, and outgoing. I'm…well… not. I'm not much of a people person, I'm not a size zero, and I don't take care of myself like the other women around here."

She rolled her eyes at me and shook her head. "Bella, can't you see that he doesn't care about that stuff? So what if you don't wax those bushy eyebrows or wear makeup? At least he isn't interested in a woman who is superficial."

"So, are you calling people who wax and wear make-up, such as yourself, superficial?" I asked.

"No, smart ass, I'm just saying that he likes you for you, not because of how you try to entice the opposite sex."

"So, what did he ask about?" I asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Well, well, well, look who is digging for information now." She smiled, sitting on her bed next to me.

"He was asking about how long you are in town for, and if you were dating anyone at the moment."

"Oh," I said, not really knowing what to say. Why would Edward want to know if I was dating anyone?

"And you know the Cullens always host the End of Summer Bash party, before school starts. Maybe he wanted to take you as his date," she said.

Instead of answering her, I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed her Vanity Fair to flip through. I wasn't really reading anything, more like trying to look productive so she wouldn't keep talking about the Edward situation.


My sister was adamant that I was going out with her tonight to get out of the house. She had left earlier to get me something to wear, since nothing I owned was acceptable. My brother was in his room with his friend playing video games.

I was finishing up my plate of spaghetti when I heard Esme's voice down the hall. Ever since that morning she came over to question my father about Carlisle's whereabouts, she had been on high alert. She made daily visits to question my father.

"Charlie, are you sure you don't know a woman who goes by the name of Siobhan? I saw a piece of paper in his pocket that said Siobhan O'Malley. Is that the woman he has been seeing?"

"Esme, I'm asking you to keep me out of this! Talk to your husband or follow him if you are so suspicious! Stop trying to bring me in. You're putting me in a really tough situation."

"Who is she?" Esme asked, ignoring my father.

"Esme, I think it's time for you to go home." You could hear the exhaustion in my father's voice.

"Who is she?" Esme demanded, not letting go.

"Esme, please leave," my father said in a stronger tone.

"Not until you tell me who this woman is who has been fucking my husband!" she yelled in a strong voice.

"Esme, you want to know who she is, then you talk to her. I am done trying to reason with you. I want no part in what is or isn't going on with your husband and this woman. I have enough stress trying to deal with my own company and family! I don't need to be put in the middle of you and your husband's affairs," my father explained.

Silence followed for a few seconds before Esme's heels clicked loudly further and further to the front door.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my mother standing in the corner of the living room, glaring at my father. She obviously overheard the conversation and either felt angry that my father knew something she didn't or was drawing the wrong conclusions.

As soon as the door clicked shut signaling Esme's exit, my mother pounced.

"What was that all about, Charlie?" she asked.

"Please Renee, not right now," he pleaded.

"Excuse me, but as I remember correctly I am your wife and you are not allowed to withhold information from me. We are not supposed to have any secrets between us," she snapped.

"Aren't you the pot calling kettle black. You have a million secrets of your own Renee. Why don't we start with the first one? What happened to a million dollars that went missing from our account?" he asked her.

"Rose needed money," she answered without hesitation.

"That's complete bullshit and you know it. Rose always comes to me for money and she has never needed a million dollars. What did you do?" he asked.

"Fine, I bought a new dress and some jewelry for the upcoming event that you and I will be attending."

"A million dollars," he choked. "For a dress and jewelry. Why the hell would you spend that much money?" he asked.

"I don't see the problem with it," she replied.

"Renee, I work so fucking hard to provide for this family. It would be nice every once in a while to not take advantage of that hard-earned money by spending it on unnecessary crap."

"I cannot believe you are patronizing me. Last time I checked I was your wife, not child, Charlie. I am going into the city for a couple of days to visit Vanessa. Call me when you are ready to stop being such an asshole who won't even admit that he is having an affair with my best friend!" she demanded.

"Woah, woah, woah, wait a minute. What do you mean having an affair with your best friend? I've taken my vows with you very seriously, and I have never broken them." My father trailed after my mother.

"Oh cut the shit out, Charles. You're such a liar. Get out of my way, I am leaving!" she hissed.

"Fine! Have it your way like you always do!" he yelled at her.

"Where are you going?" she demanded.

"If you continue to spend millions of dollars on shit than I have to work!"

I heard the sound of the front door slam shut.

"Fucking jackass!" my mother screamed.

I walked out of the kitchen in my gym shorts and a fitted t-shirt. My mother stood at the foot of the stairs, her blue eyes blazing in furry.

"Bella, couldn't you at least try to make yourself look better?" she asked condescendingly.

"Couldn't you at least try to stop acting like a controlling bitch?" I answered back.

"You will not talk to me that way! I am your mother," she said with conviction.

"A mother actually takes care of her children. She doesn't put her children down every time she sees them," I told her.

"You sound just like your father." Her eyes glazed in fury.

"At least he's never tried to change me into something I am not."

"You take my feedback as criticism. Bella, you have always been extremely sensitive and needy. I was extremely taken aback when you told your father and me that you were going to Yale. I thought you'd never leave."

"Go to hell," I told her before storming away.

"Ungrateful little bitch!" she cursed.

"I'd say the same about you!" I replied.


"Bella, slow the hell down!" Rose demanded, taking the fourth shot of vodka away from me.

After the shouting match with my mother, all I wanted to do was get drunk and be reckless for one night. She had never been a mother figure to me. She was more focused on her status instead of her children.

I was sick and tired of being pushed around by her. Rose had arrived twenty minutes later with a dress for me to wear tonight.

"Come on, Rose, I'm trying to let loose tonight!" I complained.

"Bella, this isn't you! I want you to have fun, not get drunk," she countered.

"Ugh, you're no fun!"

She giggled at me and handed me an apple martini before leading me toward our private table.

I sat down next to her and waited for her to show me this Emmett guy that she couldn't stop talking about. She told me he was the "hottest piece of man to ever grace us on Earth."

"Did you spot him yet?" I asked her.

Her baby blue eyes scanned the area. "No, not yet. He should be here any second."

She turned her head and perked up. "Hey, look! Edward and Masen are here."

My eyes darted to where she was looking and indeed Edward and Masen were here. They had their own VIP table. I recognized one of the guys with them, Jeffery. He had made some cruel comments at me when I bumped into Edward and him earlier this summer. It was hard to grasp that Edward was friends with such an asshole.

"Why don't we go talk to them?" Rose nudged me.

"I don't want to intrude on them."

She rolled her eyes like she always did and pulled me along with her toward the Cullen boys and their friends.

As we approached them, I watched Jeffery groan and roll his eyes. Edward and Masen both turned to see what was causing him to have a sour mood when they noticed my sister and me.

"Damn, this woman is like a leech," Jeffery mumbled loud enough for me to hear.

"Jeff, man, that's not cool," Masen defended.

Jeffery's crystal blue eyes glared daggers at his friend. "What's the big deal? I mean look at her." He pointed up and down my body.

"Excuse me. Do you have a problem with my sister?" Rose asked with a hint of annoyance.

"Yeah! I fucking do!" he stood up, squaring his body toward her.

Edward and Masen both got up, trying to defuse the argument while also telling him to apologize to the both of us. There was so much yelling going that it was giving me a headache. I didn't understand what they were saying. I quickly walked away, needing another drink.


I stumbled away from the dance floor, trying to find the restroom. I really needed to find one. My body was covered in a thin sheet of sweat, my hair damp, and legs clammy as I tried to move around.

My sister was somewhere in the club, but I had no idea where. All I knew was that I was completely trashed and the contents of my stomach were about to come up. Everything around me was hazy.

I barely made it into the women's bathroom before the contents in my stomach arose. My throat burned and my face felt clammy and hot. All I wanted was to find my sister and get the hell out of there.

I lay on the disgusting tile floor of the stall for a couple of seconds, struggling to get up. It was like my brain was functioning, but my body failed to listen to it.

After finally gaining a little stability, I was able to get myself up off the floor. I wobbled my way over to the sink to rinse my mouth and wash my hands.

I made my way toward the door, but quickly ran into a hard warm body. "S-ss-sorry," I stuttered as I tried to pass the person.

"Bella, stop!" that very familiar velvety voice said.

I turned toward Edward and looked at him, wondering what he wanted.

He reached out to grab my hand and I gave him a look of confusion.

"Bella, where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere. You really had me worried," he explained.

I looked around, not really knowing what to say. I wasn't exactly coherent.

I meant to say "I wanted to go home," but it came out more as, "I o mo."

"Bella," he giggled a little, amused at my inability to formulate a sentence.


"Your sister?" he asked me.

I quickly nodded my head. "She left with a guy named Emmett. She said she told you." He looked at me with confusion.

I stared at him as I tried to remember my sister with this man named Emmett. Nothing came to mind and I quickly brushed it off. As I went to walk away and find the exit, I tripped. I waited for the impact with the concrete floor, but it never came. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, balancing me.

"Oopsie." I giggled loudly.

"Okay, it's time to get you home, Bella," Edward spoke softly in my ear as he held me up and helped me out of the club.

I complained the whole time about not wanting to go home. Edward chuckled in response before leading me to one of the waiting taxis.


"Okay, Bella. I got it."

He opened the door for me and helped me into the car before climbing in after me. He gave the driver his parents' address.

I laid my head on his warm chest before closing my eyes and passing out.

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