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CH.7

Edward's P.O.V.

Citizen Erased

My father looked me dead in the eye, and said, "Our history and Bella's are a lot closer than you think."

I watch my father with careful, questioning eyes. "What do you mean?"

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I slowly make my way out of my father's office, closing the door behind me. My mind is racing with the words; big words, little words, meaningful words, inconsequential words, but still just so many words that alone mean nothing, but together, carry some heavy truths. How could I have never known? How could this have stayed a secret for so long? For so long I've thought that I had the whole world figured out, but damn if life just hadn't thrown me a curveball. How the fuck was I supposed to make sense of the knowledge that my father just dropped on me like a two ton brick. When I'd asked for the truth, I never thought that this shit could possibly run this deep. He'd said that it was a complicated history… big fucking understatement. This was some soap opera shit, and it was giving me one massive headache. Damn I need a drink, and I fully intend on getting one, but first, there's some shit that I need to take care of.

I thought that once my father had told me what I needed to know that I would just get my answers and move on with my life, but all its done has made me want to know more, and even tthough my father told me that anything he told me needed to stay between us, I just can't leave it alone. It's not in my nature to just let shit go. It may seem a little underhanded of me, or not given all the shit I've done in my time, but I have to get to the bottom of this. I have to know more. And that is when I knew exactly what I was going to do.

I turn and make my way down the hall with a strong sense of purpose. I must have looked frightening as hell too, given the way some of the people I'd passed along the way seemed to either jump out of the way or just turn and run in the other direction. After nearly flying down the stairs, I made my way past the dining hall and kitchen and towards the tech room, which is also called the nerd den or bat cave depending on who you ask. Whatever its name, I'm here for one reason. I push through the door, and instantly find who it is I've come to see.

"Yorkie," I bark out. This is business; I didn't come here to chat, so I don't have to be nice.

Eric Yorkie is an entertaining character. He was probably about sixteen when my father brought him here to live and work for him. He was apparently some sort of genius who'd been living on the streets but was in no way starving or destitute. He could walk right up to an ATM, fiddle around with a few buttons and leave with enough cash to keep him from becoming truly homeless. He also had a keen ability to make gadgets and hack highly impenetrable computer systems, which he did for fun. So when word got around about him from a few people who worked for my father, he went out and made him an offer he couldn't and didn't refuse. That same night my father brought him home and he became a part of our 'family'. I can't really say that I like the guy, not for any particular reason, it's just that he's always been too damn happy for my liking. He's always smiling, and to his credit, never takes offense to my attitude towards him. I'm not even sure it truly fazes him.

"What's up boss man?" He smiles brightly, leaning back in his specially designed desk chair. I can't really say what it is that makes it special, it's just what he told me and I've never asked for him to explain. But given the way this guy likes to tinker away at shit, it probably has a jet-pack attached to it.

"I need you to do something for me." I say simply.

"No problemo' boss man," He answers animatedly leaning toward his desk that was overwhelmed with computer screens, and two keyboards. "What can I do for ya?"

I breathe in, trying to reign in my temper. I just don't do happy people. "I need you find everything you can about Charles Swan, he's…"

"The newbie's father," Eric finished for me and continued before I could question him. "Jasper came in yesterday wanting to do a background check on him and I recognized his father's name. Good thing too, 'cause so far Garret, Rosalie, and Charlotte, have all come in to make sure I've done a background check and I don't even have to pull up his file anymore. No point in worrying though, the guys squeaky clean. You know, I'm actually surprised it took you this long to check for yourself…"

"Eric!" I gritted out, stopping his rant. "I'm not here for Peter's file. I'm here for whatever you can find on his father."

"Um, okay," He said slowly, "But, uh, you do know that he's dead right. I mean that I know he was a cop and all, but I don't think he's much of a threat now."

"I'm well aware of that Eric," I say in a dangerous tone. "But I would still appreciate that you do as I ask."

"Yes sir." He answers with a small salute.

"Good and I would appreciate if this stays between the two of us." I laugh internally at how much of a dick I truly am. I mean, my father told me to keep what he told me between us and I'm already about to break that trust, yet here I am asking Eric to do the same thing. Well… we can't all be saints. But then again, why bother. Some of us need to be bad. It keeps the natural balance in order.

"No worries boss man," He chuckles. "I understand the importance of secrecy and you have my word that these lips are sealed."

"Okay then," I say as I tune to leave. "Just make sure to get that information to me as soon as you get it."

"Gotcha," He called out as I exited through the door.

Now for the next order of business, I reach into my right pocket and pull out my phone. I hit 5 on the speed dial and lift the phone to my ear. It rings once, twice…

"Sup' Cullen," Garret's voice floats through the phone. "You lookin' to get your ass kicked again?"

"No, but I will kick yours if you aren't in the garage in five minutes," I respond in an all business tone. "I'm headed out for a drink, and you're coming with me."

"Not a problem," He assures me. "I'll just let Kate know I'm heading out and then I'll be there."

"Good." I hang up and slip the phone back into my pocket, then I begin to make my way towards the garage. By the time I do, Garret is already there leaned up against my car.

"So… Rick's?" He asks throwing out the name of the bar we frequent often.

"Absofuckinlutely," I breathe climbing into the drivers' seat as he slips into the passenger. I turn the key and the engine comes to life with a soft vroom. I shift the gear into drive and fly out of the garage.

It's not even twenty minutes later when Garret and I find ourselves posted up at the bar and well into our second drinks.

"Wow… that's… wow," He says through his drink. I knew that if there was anyone with whom I could share this information with it was Garret. I also needed his help if I was going to make my plan work. But it seems like he was taking it just as well as I was. "That's some heavy knowledge man. Your life just got a whole lot more complicated."

I snickered at that. "Thanks for being the master of stating the fucking obvious."

Garret shakes his, head, more from the thoughts than what I'd said. Garret knows the score and doesn't take shit personal. That's one of the reasons why I trust his ass.

"What do you need me to do?" He asks, just like that. That's another reason why I trust him. He doesn't waste time, and is always straight to the point. I'm glad too, 'cause I'm about to ask him for a whole lot.

I turn to face him and prepare to tell him exactly what needs to be done.

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The next morning after I've already showered and dressed for the day, this strange feeling washes over me. I feel like some major change is coming. I just haven't figured out whether or not that's a bad thing or a good thing. Probably bad, most things in my life are.

I picked up my watch from my nightstand and latched it around my wrist. While doing so my eyes shifted back and forth through the papers that were strewn across my bed. This wasn't the file on Charles Swan. These were documents that detailed my family's dealings since before my father was born. Every major event that had ever happened was in these documents, which I may or may not have stolen from my father's office. I was one of the few people who even new about them. I figured that if what my father had told me was true and nothing had been omitted from these documents, then Charles Swans name should appear in them somewhere at least once.

I'd spent half of the night after I'd gotten back from Rick's going through them. Names… so many names, my father's, mine, my grandfather's, Aro's, the rest of the Volturi's, even Eleazer's. All names I was familiar with and had either seen or heard a thousand times over. Even Didyme was in there. But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find Charles's name. Not until this morning that is. These documents backed up everything my father had told me but still left so many of my questions unanswered. Fortunately, I'd already set my plan in action and Garret was on board. Now it was just a matter of time. It was all up to Isabella now.

A quick tapping on my door alerted me to the fact that someone was there, and before I could ask who it was, my sister made her way into my bedroom.

"Hello Alice," I greet stiffly, as I began gathering up the documents in an attempt to keep her from figuring out what they were. "So glad you know how to knock. Now we just have to teach you how to wait to be invited in."

"Lesson for another day," She said as she plopped herself down at the end of my bed and gave a slight nod to the stack of files in my hands. "What are those?"

"Nothing."

She narrows her eyes suspiciously, "Uh huh."

"Was there something you wanted?" I made my way over to my desk and pulled open the bottom drawer on the right side. I placed the files into the drawer before closing it and locking it. I'd put them back in the safe in my father's office later.

"Just checking to see if you were ready," She smiled. "Peter just arrived a few minutes ago and Dad and Jasper are downstairs waiting with him."

"Well then," I say while gently pushing her out of the room with me. Once we were in the hall I closed my door behind me and locked that too, before turning back to Alice and giving her a tight smile. "Let's not keep them waiting."

Alice glanced quickly at the door and then turned her attention onto me. "You seem tense dear brother."

"You know I hate to be late." I lied.

"Right," She doesn't buy it, "Well then, I hope your day is productive and that you don't… I don't know, kill Peter."

I snicker at that, "I think the only people you should be concerned about in that area are Rosalie, Charlotte, and Jasper."

"Jasper won't kill him," She smirked, "He knows that I would be very put out with him if he did."

"Right well, we'll see about that one." I say that last bit over my shoulder as I had already turned to make my way down the hall.

I take the quickest route to main entrance where I find my father, Jasper, and Peter waiting.

"Hello Edward," Peter says in greeting.

I nod, "Peter."

"Let's head out shall we?" My father says in a questioning tone, but his words are all demand.

"Yes, there's a lot we have to go over today." Jasper spoke in his usual quiet and drawn out voice.

We all start for the door but are stopped by Charlotte.

"Edward!" She calls out as she slowly makes her way towards me. I'm about ready to ask her what it is she wants but then I see a file in her hand and immediately know. She holds it out to me. "Glad I caught you before you left. I was down in Yorkie's bat cave looking to pick up my 'new and improved laptop' whatever the hell that means, freak probably put in some state of the art voice and retina scanner just so I can access my picture folder. Anyway, he asked for me to deliver this to you."

"Well," I huff as I take the folder from her hand. I was going to kill Yorkie for this later. Sure I trusted Charlotte not to go through it but I had specifically asked for a little discretion. "Thank you."

"So what is it anyway?" She asked, "We got a job I haven't been told about. 'Cause as an active liaison for this family, I appreciate being put in the loop."

I give her an assuring smile. "I assure you Charlotte, there is no new job."

"So what is it son?" My father asked and something about the way he'd said it told me he already had a pretty good idea.

"Nothing important," You see the problem with lying is this. You can be the best damn liar in the world but when surrounded by other incredible liars, the affect lessens and your lies are a bit less convincing. I take a quick glance at my father who looks nothing short of pissed, I then divert my attention over to Jasper who looks like he's trying to figure me out, and Peter… is he staring at Charlotte?

"You got a problem pretty boy?" She asks in a mildly threatening voice. I guess he was staring at her.

"No," He replies quickly, shaking his head.

"Good." She grins but her eyes hold nothing but warning.

"Well Charlotte," I start, needing to get out of this situation. "We got to go to the company and show this guy the ropes."

"Oh?" She takes a quick look at Peter. "Well then I'll probably see you there in a short while. I was just trying to take care of a few things here first."

I give her a slight nod as my response and then do my best to avoid my father's glare as we all make our way out front to where two cars are waiting for us. Most days I'd just drive my car but sometimes it's just more convenient to have a driver shuttle us around.

"I'll ride with Peter," I say quickly, knowing my father what argue with me about it with Peter there.

My father huffed in response and as I'd predicted he didn't argue with me but he did get close enough to whisper a sharp warning. "Leave it Edward."

I give him my best half smile and say, "Sorry dad, but you know me."

"I'm not asking." He said. His voice was deadly.

"Neither am I." I say, matching his tone. We stare each other down and so many silent messages are conveyed in that singular moment. He knew I wasn't letting this go, but neither was he. He knew that there was nothing he could say to stop me, but he had every intention of doing so. He knew that I was tough, but still respected him enough to fear him. He planned to have it out with me later, but didn't know that I wasn't going to be here.

He takes a step back and the moment passes. I had more respect for my father than anyone else in the world, but I refused to sit in the dark of all the things I didn't understand. If the price to pay for learning the truth was receiving what will be the most severe beating of my life at the hands of my father then so be it. I release a short breath and the climb into the car along with Peter. I don't even watch as my father makes his way to the other car with Jasper. The driver asks us if we're all set and ready to go and I tell him yes. He starts up the car, puts the car into gear and heads down the driveway and through the main gate.

The drive isn't really a long one, but I decide to kill some time by discretely asking Peter a few questions about his life.

"So Peter," I start, gaining his attention. "Since we will be working together and you, as you've proven so far, aren't going anywhere anytime soon, why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself."

"You mean you haven't read through my file a hundred times already?" He laughed.

I shrugged lightly, "There's only so much one can learn from words written down on paper. None of it tells me who you are as a person."

"I guess that makes sense," He spoke thoughtfully. "So what do you want to know?"

"I don't know," I lied. "Tell me about your family."

He shook his head a little, "Not much to tell."

"So then there shouldn't be any problem telling it then."

He huffed at that, "Uh, where to start. I don't know, I have no memory of my birth father, my mother met my dad Charlie when I was two and they later married and had Bella, which at the time was really cool 'cause I'd asked for her for Christmas…"

"Wait what?" I asked confused.

Peter laughed. "I didn't specifically ask for Bella obviously, I just asked mom and dad for a little sister for Christmas. I didn't want a little brother at the time because I was admittedly a bit selfish and wanted to be the only one to play football and baseball with my dad. I figured that with a little sister, I could still play with her but she would only do girly stuff with my mother. That didn't quite work out the way I'd planned though since Bells was always a bit of a tom boy, but it didn't matter by then because the two of us were inseparable."

"So you're close?" Of course I already knew the answer to that but I wanted to keep him on track.

"Yeah," He smiled, "I'm closer to her than anyone else in the world. The only other person I was ever even remotely that close with was my dad. I mean don't get me wrong, I did love my mother but I don't know… I always knew that Charlie wasn't my biological father, he never lied to me about that but it didn't matter to us any other way. If anything it just made us that much closer, I mean, he chose to be my father and right up until the day he was killed he never failed at it. He was always there for me and Bells, he taught me to be a man, be a good person, and even though I don't have kids of my own, if I'm even half the man he was I know I'll be a good father."

"Sounds like a good man," I say quietly, not knowing what else to say, but knowing that truer words were never spoken. Peter knew his father was a good man, but he didn't know the half it. He didn't know what I knew and if he did, I imagine it would only make him love his father more.

"People say that there is no bond thicker than blood," He laughed harshly, "But that's bullshit. In this life, choice is the only thing that matters. Charlie may not have been my blood, but I was born to be his son. There is no other person on this planet who I would have chosen to be my father."

His words hit me like a bulldozer. In that moment, I envied him more than I'd ever envied another person in my entire life. Here I am listening to a man I barely know speaking about his father with so much emotion that he almost looks ready to break down and cry and I can't even look down on him for it. I know nothing about love, what it is, what it feels like, but I've seen it in other people and as I listened to Peter speak I swear I could hear it.

I'm too fucked up to even love my own family who I do care for but just can't offer anything more than that. I always thought that was what made me stronger but listening to Peter makes me wonder if I'm the weak one. He speaks about his father and Isabella with so much emotion that one could almost feel his bond with them, even now after his father is long gone. I used to see that as weak, but now, I'm not so sure anymore.

"So it must have helped to have him," I say, trying to keep the conversation going, "After your mother left."

"Yeah, it did I guess," He breathed, "Well that and Bella."

"How did she handle your mother leaving?"

Peter shrugged, "She blamed herself for a little while until dad finally got it through to her that it wasn't her fault, but she was just a kid, she didn't fully understand. Having dad helped her too, especially years later when I left to college and ended up staying in New York permanently. He was always there for her, just like he promised, but some things are just out of our control. So right now, Bells is all that I've got. That girl means more to me than I can even say and I'll never leave her again."

"Moving away hardly counts as leaving." I defended, not really knowing why.

"Eight hours, twenty-three minutes." He said faintly.

"What?" I asked.

"Eight hours, twenty-three minutes," he repeated a bit louder, "That's how long it took me to get here after she called me to tell me our father was dead. She had to identify him. She had to see him lying on a slab, cold and lifeless and she had to do it all on her own."

I shook my head of the image his words had put into my head. For some reason, I didn't want to think about what that must have been like for her.

Peter turned to look out the car window, "When I finally got to the police station I'd thought I'd lost her too. She looked so broken, nothing like herself. It took a long time to get her to smile again and even longer to get her to laugh, but one day she was herself again, just a bit older, if that makes any sense.

I was getting ready to respond. I'm not even sure of what I was going to say but I was going to say it before the car came to a stop out front of the office. I looked out the window to see the car my father and Jasper had driven in come to a stop in front of us. I looked back to Peter to see him giving me a look that pleaded with me to keep our conversation private. I figured that I'd broken enough people's confidences in my time, that I may have owed it to Peter. Or maybe I just owed it to his father. I nod to him and we both climb out of the car.

"Peter," I say over the car as he is standing on the other side. "It's going to take a while for everyone else to warm up to you but just know that we're cool."

"Yeah?" he asked looking a bit shocked yet relieved.

"Yeah," I confirmed, "don't think this means we're gonna be pals or nuthin' and I sure as hell won't be coming over to your apartment to watch Sunday night Football 'cause let's face it, your apartment looks like shit. However, I won't shoot you for coming by and watching a game at the mansion."

Peter laughed and nodded, "Okay, that's good to know."

I nod and close the car door. We make our way to the main entrance along with Jasper and my father and then head inside. Once we all reached the elevators and stepped into the first available, my father spoke.

"On the way here I got a call from Phil up on the tenth floor and it appears that there is a matter that requires my attention," He spoke quickly, "So I'm afraid I will not be around for the tour, but I believe you all can manage without me."

"Yes sir," Jasper and I spoke at the same time.

The elevator dinged once it reached the tenth floor and as soon as the doors slid open my father stepped out. A second later they close again and we made our way up a few more floors.

From there the tour began. It took us a little bit over an hour or so. Jasper and I showed Peter the ins and outs of where everything was located and how everything worked. His eyes shot out like some shit you'd see on Ripley's Believe it or Not, when we'd showed him his office and told him her had his own assistant and secretary. There had only been a few things left to show him after that but Jasper's assistant came to alert him to the fact there was an important call on hold in his office. Poor kid too, he was jumpy as shit. That was actually part of the reason why Jasper had a male assistant. Charlotte hoped that a male assistant would be less intimidated by Jasper's lethal presence but I tried to explain to her that he just had that affect on everybody.

Jasper excuses himself from us and heads towards his office. Peter then turns to me and asks, "Is everybody always so jumpy around him?"

"Just about," I laugh.

"Why," He asks as if the question makes sense. "He seems pretty cool."

"If you stay on his good side," I shrugged but felt my phone vibrating inside my coat pocket. I reached inside to pull it out and a strange feeling came over me when I saw the area code. It was Isabella calling.

I knew that I couldn't answer the phone with Peter standing right there but fortunately, as I was getting ready to excuse myself to my office, the elevator dinged and Charlotte stepped out.

"Charlotte," I called, "There's a small matter that needs my immediate attention, could you please finish giving Peter a look around the office?"

"Alright," She sighed and looked over at Peter who was once again staring. He was going to have his work cut out for him if he decided to try pursuing any type of relationship with that one.

As I make my way into my office, I hear Charlotte say, "Those eyes better stay above my jaw line or else I will personally rip them out."

I laugh as I closed the door and speedily answered the phone just before Isabella decided to hang up.

"Edward Cullen." I answer with a smirk, even if she couldn't see it.

"Um, hello Edward this is Bella." Her soft voice quietly drifted through the receiver.

"Ms. Swan, well isn't this a nice surprise," I lie, knowing full well that she would call. I was just a little frustrated it had taken her so long.

"Yeah" She laughed nervously.

"However did you get my number?" I ask, once again, already knowing the answer. "Did you look me up?"

"Actually," She bit out, all nervousness gone from her tone. "I got it from the inside of your jacket, you know, the one you left at my house."

"Oh, did I now?" I ask inn a thoughtful tone. "I was wondering where I'd left that."

I could hear her snicker at the other end of the line. "You don't seem like the type of man that forgets things Mr. Cullen."

"We all have our moments Ms. Swan. Especially while in the company of one such as yourself whose mere presence is quite… distracting," I say in a low tone, "And it's Edward."

"Look Edward," She says, avoiding the first half of what I'd said. "I was just calling to let you know that I have it and that I was actually thinking about visiting with Peter this upcoming weekend, so I could leave it with him to give to you."

Yeah, that wasn't going to work. "Actually Ms. Swan, I was planning on heading out that way for business anyway tonight, so I could always just swoop by and pick it up while I'm already in the area."

"Uh," There's a long pause on the other end of the line before she says, "Okay."

"Great," I smile. I do love it when I get my way. "Well then, I'll be seeing you later tonight Ms. Swan."

I snap the phone shut, not wanting to give her the opportunity to come up with some excuse as to why I couldn't go to her home tonight. That just wouldn't do. However, now that the plan was officially set in motion, there was one call that had to be made. Flipping open my phone, I hit 5 on the speed dial. It rings once, twice…

"Is it time?" Garret asks from the other end of the line.

"It's time." I confirm.

"Okay," he says, "Oh and Edward."

"Yes?"

"Kate's in." He says quickly.

"Good." I say as I hang up. Taking a deep breath, I exit my office and make my way towards the elevator. As I do, I call out to my secretary. "Nettie, I'll be out of town for a few days taking care of business, so make sure to forward all of my calls to either Jasper, Charlotte or the new guy."

The last thing that I see before the elevator doors close is her nod her head in confirmation.

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Once, back at the house, I push through my bedroom door and head straight for my closet. In there I have two bags. One of which I use to pack clothing, and the other is loaded with guns. One must always be prepared, right? The difference between the two bags is that the only one that stays packed is the gun bag. The clothing bag is empty. So I have to pack that one, but fortunately I'm already in my closet. I pack a few pairs of jeans, boxers, and some sweats, as well as two pairs of dress pants and a pair of dress shoes, in addition to my sneakers, since this is a 'business' trip. Although my business will be a bit different than what Garret will tell my family it is, I still intend to dress nicely. I also pack a few T-shirts, some button ups, two sweaters, and my second favorite jacket. It wasn't as nice as my first favorite, but hey, sacrifice.

Once that's all packed, I enter the bathroom, and grab all of the essentials, leaving only a few more things to pack, such as my phone charger, my laptop, my favorite knife, and the file I'd had Yorkie put together on Charles Swan.

The problem was that after I'd gotten my phone charger, laptop, and knife packed, I found the lock on my desk open and the file missing. I could feel the anger and frustration wash over me, as I knew that there was only one person in this house who'd be crazy enough to go through my things.

"Alice." I bit as I slowly turned around to find my sister sitting cross legged on my bed across the room with the file lying in front of her, open.

"Damn it Alice!" I growl as I make my way across the room. I snatch up the file and shove it into a side compartment of my bag. "Why the fuck can't you ever just mind your own damn business?"

Alice doesn't even flinch. She's not afraid of me; she has no reason to be. She just waits for me to finish and then speaks.

"Charles Swan wasn't mugged was he?" She asked simply, as if she were asking me to pass the salt at the dinner table. I ignore her question by not responding and she continues, but that's the thing about my sister. She doesn't need you to speak to have a conversation with you. "Do you actually think that Peter and his sister are in danger?"

I fix her with a hard glare, and she sighs, before saying. "I'll cover for you."

"Garret already is," I shake my head, and make my way towards the door with both bags slung over my shoulder. I truly do care about my sister, and appreciate that she's willing to help blindly, but damn if she needs to learn to mind her own business. I stop in the doorway and turn to face her. "Lock up when you leave Oh, and Alice… this stays between us."

Alice smiles brightly. "Oh dear brother, no one can keep a secret like I can."

I nod, knowing full well the truth of her words. I prepare to leave, but before I can, she calls out.

"Oh and Edward," I suck in a breath, and turn to face her.

"Yes Alice?"

She smirks, "I'd really like to meet her sometime."

If looks could kill, my sister would have been a corpse in that moment. I knew who she was talking about but gave no response as I turned and made my way down the hall. That's Alice for ya'. Always up to something.

As I make my way to the garage I, once again, use the deserted halls as to avoid running into anyone who might want to talk or ask questions as I am lugging around two packed bags. It's really only minutes though, before I've reached the garage and loaded them both in. Then once again, I find myself back on the road and headed in the same direction I'd been heading in two days before. Only this time, Neah Bay isn't my destination, Forks is.

Though really it isn't Forks that I'm headed to it's her. Isabella. After everything my father had told me, I need to make sense of it all. I need to know what it all means, and the only way I can do that is through Isabella. There was still so much I didn't know, so many unanswered questions, and I have this feeling that she is the key. The answers are there, locked deep somewhere inside that steel box of a mind that holds more mysteries than should be possible. And I fully intend to learn every last one of them.

I've only driven about two and a half hours before I reach Forks, and by the time I do it's already dark out. There's a feeling I can't explain, something foreign. The second I reached the town limits I've felt, anxious, and expectant. I knew I was getting closer to her and my thoughts were going wild. I also felt this strange pull, like a magnet was guiding me to exactly where I needed to go. Damn I must have been driving longer than I'd thought. I'm becoming fucking delirious.

Shaking my head, as if trying to force out my thoughts, I continue on down the road that lead to Isabella's home. I was just seconds away from being with her again. I mean, so that I can get the answers that I need, of course. This time, however would be different. This time it would just be us. I could work on getting the answers I need without worrying about anyone becoming suspicious. I could also work on getting inside that mind of hers.

Of course, all of these thoughts disappear as quickly as they came once I pull in front of her house. The lights are on and nothing looks particularly out of place from what I can see. Her truck is parked out front, just as it was yesterday morning. However there was one major thing that was out of place, which unsettled me and created this uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my gut. Parked in front of me was a Police cruiser. Forks finest was at Isabella's home.

"What the fuck?"

Okay… don't hurt me. There is method to my madness. I know that at the end of the last chapter, I really set you all up for a big reveal. So you probably feel pretty cheated with the lack of reveal in this chapter but if I gave all the secrets away this early into the story then there wouldn't be much else left to write. Mystery can be frustrating but it builds intrigue, I hope, "Laughs" and there are a lot of secrets that will b revealed later and some pretty insane plot twists in the works.

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