IMPORTANT: After going back and rereading part of this story, I realized that if I've referred to a Carlisle vision, that it's never been there, so I went back to Chapter 4, where the vision was suppose to happen, and added it in there, it's up to you whether you read it or not, it's basically just referring to the fact he had different colored eyes before! :) Thanks.

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I felt my mouth pop open and I just stared at him.

Esme did tell. I tried to picture the sweet woman telling Edward this piece of juicy gossip, exactly like she said she wouldn't. I shook my head and felt overwhelmingly disgusted with the Cullens. No wonder they couldn't make any friends, they were all deceivers.

Before I could give Edward the tongue-lashing of a lifetime, Dr. Cullen came in the room. He didn't seem to notice the evident tension between Edward and me, instead he just pretended Edward wasn't even there.

"How are you feeling, Ms. Swan?" Carlisle asked me as he probed my head.

"Annoyed." I replied truthfully as I looked pointedly at Edward. Now the doctor did look at Edward for a moment, before he returned his gaze back to me.

That wasn't necessary, Bella.

Shut up, Bells.

He chuckled once, "I'm sorry if my son has been a bit of a pest. Sometimes he even gets on his brothers' and sisters' nerves." That was news, Edward wasn't the center of the universe at home?

Edward must have sensed that he wasn't wanted anymore, and he made his exit. He mouthed 'sorry' to me and went on his way. As soon as he was out the door, I felt some of the stress release itself from my muscles.

Dr. Cullen gave me an apologetic look, "He sometimes forgets his limits." I gave him a small half-smile. I felt funny that after all the harsh words I'd spoken to Carlisle, he still could manage to be nice to me.

"It's fine. I'm just pretty irritable after this whole situation." I found myself trying to not pin Edward as the bad guy, even though Isabella really wanted too.

The doctor just nodded and asked me a few questions about my head. Once he was satisfied with his examination, he told me I was free to go.

I made it to the hallway before my dad nearly crashed into me. I locked in shock. He was one, breaking the safety distance he was supposedly keeping and two, showing affection. Instead of focusing on the oddness of the moment, I wrapped my arms around him as well.

"Oh Bella, I thought I had lost you too." He mumbled into my hair. I felt something prick me inside, specifically when he said 'lost you too'.

"I-I'm really sorry, Dad. It won't happen again." I told him.

I felt his lips kiss my head, "I'm sorry too, kid. About . . . you know." I nodded and his arms tightened around me. I wondered how that must feel, wanting to protect your child from anything that would harm them, but you can't because your child is harming herself.

Dad pulled away as Dr. Cullen walked to him and started explaining what had happened and my health. I told Dad I'd be right back and walked over to the bathroom to get some water when I saw Edward. He was on the phone with somebody and as I neared closer, I could hear what he was saying.

"No. NO. NO! Alice, listen to me. What you saw . . . Alice, stop talking for a moment please . . . Thank you. What you saw isn't going to happen. You shouldn't act on it at all. Okay? ...Yes, I get it, you know you will be best friends, but Bella doesn't need to be in this world, it's too complicated," He sighed, but then stiffened, "I have to go." He finished the phone call quickly and turned around to see me.

"Bella. Hello." Edward casually said, but there was some nervousness that was etched in his face.

"Edward. Hello," I echoed him, then I smiled a little as I said, "how is Alice?"

"She's fine, thanks for asking. Is there something you need?" I could hear some annoyance ringing in his voice.

"I actually need you to do me favor." I said more seriously.

"Sure." He sounded bored, but I knew better.

"Will you promise me not to tell anybody else about my visions?" I locked on his eyes hoping my doe eyes would convince him to keep the secret.

He surprised me by snorting, "Your "visions"," he added air quotations to the word, "are safe with me, Bella."

I felt something flair up in me, "My "visions"?" I mocked his air quotes.

"Bella, the whole "I-see-dead-people" card your playing, it's so unrealistic. It's like you're ripping off some weird, science-fiction movie."

Oh, hell no!

He didn't believe me? "Then what about what happened to Charlie? How did I know that was going to happen?" I felt my temper getting the best of me.

"Coincidental." He shrugged his shoulders.

"That had to be pretty, freakin' coincidental!" He rolled his eyes and was about to walk off when I made a serious connection.

"You should believe me, you know." I told him angrily.

He turned back slightly, "And why's that?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Because, your sister has them too."

It all finally made sense. In her vision when I was her, she referred to the visions. Esme must have put her in asylum too, because she couldn't handle her daughter's "gift". I also found out that Edward knew about Alice's visions, but maybe their parents didn't know yet, because this phone call confirmed that. Besides, Edward's shocked face, pretty much said it all.

OOO

Edward still didn't believe in me about my visions, but he did promise to keep the secret between me, him, . . . and Esme too. That is, unless she decides to tell more people. Edward didn't want to talk much more after I made the big discovery, in fact, he seemed more eager than ever to get away.

I found Dad back in the waiting room with a lot of my friends convincing them that I was well. When I appeared, I was tackled by hugs and even a few cheek-kisses from some good friends.

I was surprised to see Jacob there, but apparently since Dad's leg was still in a cast, he was playing chauffeur. I wondered how hilarious that must have been, seeing as Dad is a cop and Jacob was still underage and had no license.

Minutes later, Dad, Jacob, and I were on our way to somewhere, keeping up casual conversation.

"So what do you want for supper?" I asked Dad as I glanced at the clock, it was near seven, so I ran over some quick dishes I could fix.

Dad rolled his eyes, "I'm not going to make you cook, Bells. You just got out of the hospital," He looked at Jacob, "You wanna go to the diner?"

Jacob smiled in response, "Sure thing, Charlie." Next thing I knew, we were at the diner and Jacob was helping Charlie into his wheelchair.

I followed Jacob warily as he pushed Dad inside. I really hoped he wouldn't try and put any more moves on me. We got a booth near the back and Jacob pushed Charlie to the end of the table then he slid into one side, I slid into the other.

Dinner went well, until Dad decided he needed to go to the bathroom. He insisted on rolling himself there which left Jacob and me alone.

"So, you look nice." Jacob started as he smiled at me.

I laughed at him, "Really, Jake? I've got dirt on my ass." He laughed too and his eyes seemed to sparkle with happiness.

"I've missed you. I don't think I left it on the right note last time we talked." His tone turned suddenly serious.

I ran a hand through my hair, "It was a bit awkward . . . "

"A bit? Please, Bella. I acted like some sort of stalker." His honesty made me laugh again.

"Okay, maybe you did a little." I bit my lip to stop from saying anything else.

He chuckled once and shook his head, "I'm a sucker for you, pale face." I felt my stomach sink.

"I wish you weren't." I told him quietly.

"I know, but that's because you haven't opened your eyes yet." He responded, not even hesitating from my words.

"Jake, my eyes are open right now." I tried to make a joke to crack the tension, but it didn't work.

"Not like that, I mean your eyes aren't open to the possibility." He looked at me and gently took my hand.

What is it with this guy and hands?

"What possibility? We're friends, Jacob." I told him trying to convince him to drop this crush.

His eyes seemed to lighten that I wasn't shunning his "possibility" thing all together, "That's why we'd work, Bella! We're friends. We'd know exactly how to work together. Granted, we've missed a lot of years together we could have had, but we could make up for lost time, Bells. This could work." His words painted a beautiful picture, but I couldn't see myself in his future . . . I didn't see anybody in his, except for the beautiful family. I thought back to the girl named Nessie who cried over Jacob's body . . . and the bronzed-haired guy-

My heart skipped a beat.

No. That couldn't be . . . Edward? Suddenly, I found myself more confused than ever.

In the vision, Jacob was old, maybe seventy, eighty, or so on. Dr. Cullen was also in that vision, and he looked exactly the same. Edward also may, or may have not been in that as well . . . if he was, he too, looked exactly the same.

. . . Like they never aged.

I found myself remembering that conversation with myself in the car as Edward drove me to the hospital. Esme, Dr. Cullen, and Edward all acted old, but what if that wasn't it at all, what if they were old?

My visions weren't such a curse anymore, in fact, they were starting to seem like the key to the Cullen secret.

Why do I always give you cliff-hangers? :D

I love you guys, and want to thank you all for the awesome job of reviewing this story (those of you that did . . . )! I'm sad to say, school will be starting up soon and I may have a harder time writing, but hell, who knows, I updated better when I had school, so maybe this'll work out.

Also, I think I may go back through the story and just fix most of the grammatical errors and spellings. I started this story on Notepad, luckily, I now have WordPerfect :) Still, I have no Beta, because honestly, WTF is a Beta (a fish, right?).

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