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A/N: Hello. Sorry for the wait. I know it's been a while, but I've actually got a direction I want to take this story in even though it's really slow. I hope you enjoy this. I'm slowly building the blocks for longer chapters.

Chapter Four:

No one would choose a friendless existence on condition of having all the other things in the world- Aristotle.

I disagree with Aristotle.

It's all relative in my opinion. Other things factor into it. On the surface it is a no brainer to say: Yes, of course! Life alone is not worth living. But then, what about a person's mental capacity and psychological state of being? I like being alone sometimes. I like the stillness of things around me. I like having the choice of being the unexpected comet that disrupted the peace.

But if I'm being really honest with myself, those intervals end with frustration and a slight denial of the fact that I am not immune. I would like a book that talks back. Maybe it's not all relative. Maybe I do agree with Aristotle.

It was nice on the patio, sitting out in the fresh air with a cup of coffee. It was the perfect place to think. The green of the trees never ceased to awe me. To be a part of a system so big and so much older than you are is beautiful.

Emmet plopped on the chair next to mine and set his own cup on the little coffee table.

"Morning" He said giving me a smile.

"Morning" I mirrored his smile.

An awkward silence descended upon us. This boy was a stranger to me, the only thing I knew about him was who his father is. That alone can be basis for judging somebody and filling in the blanks on who they are. But, this one actually smiles and his smile is really irresistible. How a smile can change a face.

"This is the middle of no where." Said Emmet picking up his cup of coffee.

" Yeah." I smiled into my own cup.

"So, what do you for fun around here?"

"You're looking at it. That and working out and YouTubing."

"That's all?" He placed down the coffee cup and slumped in his chair "That's not fun- well except for the working out part."

"I take it you're not a fan of YouTube?" I pursed my lips- I wasn't YouTube's designated lawyer, if anything they were generating enough money on their advertising to feel five small countries. I was a YouTube fan though.

"I'm not into computers and the internet. " He said scratching the back of his neck and shrugging his shoulders "I go on to research things, but that's it."

I nodded in understanding "Well, working out is fun. I also hike sometimes; I mean if you've got the woods as your backyard, might as well right?"

"Oh yeah, sure, that definitely sounds like fun. We should totally go, let's plan for it. We'll get the food, the music and all the gear. It will be awesome." His kept nodding to himself as if making mental lists, already planning the entire thing "Wait, who'd you go hiking with, you don't go on your own do you?"

"That would be the misfortune of the guard of the month or whatever." I said looking at Emmet passively. His eyes widened a little, eyebrows contorted in a frown before completely smoothing out his expression. He looked like he was about to ask something but he thought better of it.

"Well, from now on I'll be your hiking buddy." He grinned- the dimple show in effect.

I was really touched for some reason. It wasn't easy having new people invade your space. It was also very difficult tip toeing around this massive elephant in the room. Who I was and why I was under their fathers care. Who they were and who their father really was.

"There you are. Morning Bella. Morning douch." Said Jasper as he settled on the one of the chairs.

"Oh, yeah?." Nodded Emmet, slowly raising his hand to give his brother the bird.

"Real mature man. We're in the presence of a lady. I apologize madam for this low life beside you." Jasper put his hand on his heart and gave me an exaggerated bow with his head.

I shook my head, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

"No response- you crack my heart deeper than the cracks on my heels." Said Jasper giving me a mischievous smile.

"They have creams for that you know." I said trying to stifle a big grin.

"Is it in the: mend your broken heart isle? Because I looked there and it's all love potions. Call me whatever you want but I am not messing with magic." He put his hands up and clicked his tongue "No way."

"Oh, wow, who knew supermarkets and magic shops have merged. Creepy." I said and then added with a chuckle "And I meant the cracks on your heels."

"Man with cracked heels. Man powerful." It was hard not to smile at that and laugh along with them. They were so unlike their father. If someone had asked me if they were related to that man, I would have staked my life on a definite 'No'.

I was having a nice time. The brothers were bantering, then they started talking about video games and I escaped into my own thoughts. Where was the third brother? I wondered as I craned my neck to look back in the house. I noticed the guards weren't at their usual post in the house, I did notice a couple at the gates but that was it. I didn't think to ask, it seemed natural now that I wasn't alone the extra guards wouldn't be necessary.

"Bella, can I ask you something?" Jasper looked very much like his father in that moment. His hair a light shade of blonde that curled softly instead of falling into his eyes- Eyes that looked very serious and penetrating. Blue orbs as clear as ice.

"Depends." Jokes all aside, Emmet was hunched forward, both hands clasped, eyes trained on me.

"Are you our sister?"

For a second I was speechless. The thought had crossed my mind; it was a murmur in the back of mind in the form of a question, trying to make sense of the situation. Could Carlisle Cullen be my father? But, I never gave it a chance to lead to a door that will lead to many doors. I was ok with the quiet, it didn't drive me crazy. If I don't let anything in, it won't take any pieces of me out.

However, now, confronted with the question point blank, I couldn't turn away and lock it in a door with a neon sign that says 'Stay Away'

"I don't know." I honestly didn't know "I-" but nothing would come out.

They both had their eyes glued to me. Both, I'm sure, trying to figure out if I was lying or not. They looked so serious, all traces of humor and laugher gone. They were after answers. For questions they dared to ask. But, I wasn't the right person to ask, I didn't have anything to offer. And I've always only had myself to trust. Just like I was taught.

"Well, you don't look like us." Jasper let out a hallow chuckle scratching the stubble on his jaw.

"You could take after your mother?" Emmet was just asking a question, but something in me snapped. Inexplicably I felt my heartbeat rising, but with every ounce of control I reigned in my emotions and calmly said "I wouldn't know, I don't remember her."

I got up, picking up my empty cup with me "I'm heading in."

"Wait-" Emmet got up, smiling apologetically "I hope we didn't upset you. We're just confused is all…"

"No, it's fine. I understand." I didn't want to understand, it was a can of worms that would just feed on me alive.

I walked in through the double glass doors into the kitchen and noticed Edward sitting on one of the stools around the table. He looked up and stared me down with his green eyes. I felt a cold chill crawl up my spine. He got up and walked my way. The glass double doors were open when I walked in. Depending on how long Edward had been sitting there, it was possible he'd heard the entire conversation.

He stood directly in front of me, making me notice the height difference as I craned my neck to look at him curiously. My eyes widened when he leaned in and looked me in the eyes. His green eyes were so bright and I couldn't help but notice how dilated his pupils were.

"You're not my sister."

It was a low whisper intended just for me, before he brushed by bumping his shoulder with mine.

I looked down to my hands and noticed the slight tremor that went through them. I clenched and looked back at his figure, covered in black as he made his way to the woods. I walked up to my room, eyes still wide. It wasn't really shock I was experiencing. I didn't quite know what to call it.

His eyes had looked so cold. They were so vacuous. His lips weren't sneering or smirking. They were just set in a line. I'd thought for sure he was going to say something snarky. He had given me the impression that he seemed the type. But when he leaned in, looking at me the way he did, whispering what he did. He didn't leave room of doubt in my mind. It was the pure certainty in his voice that that left me no room for doubt.

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