+BELLA SWAN+

When waking up a few hours later, I looked over at the clock on the wall, and it was now 9:30 in the morning, and Esmé did come in and offered me a shower, which I graciously accepted, and I never knew a shower could feel so good.

"Come down for breakfast, dear. Carlisle made some pancakes and sausage." Esmé said gently and kindly, and I nodded as she closed the door behind her quickly but quietly, and I dropped the towel and pulled on the clothes that Esmé set out for me, which were undergarments and some nice dark skinny jeans and a tight-fitting, dark purple t-shirt along with some socks.

Perfect.

I hesitantly opened the door again and stepped out, going to the stairs and heard them all talking, and my heart raced as I walked down the stairs carefully until I made it to the bottom, and slowly walked towards the kitchen.

My stomach yelled at me and growled as I smelled the food, and I wanted to hate them all and argue with them, but they were making it so hard to do just that. Especially Esmé, it made me feel almost sick to even think of yelling at her or being rude.

I poked my head into the kitchen, and the man from earlier this morning was at the stove, and his pale blonde hair was sleeked back to the collar of his shirt, and he was just wearing a plain light blue t-shirt and some dark blue jeans and some socks.

Casual.

He must be Carlisle.

Esmé was beside Carlisle, pouring five glasses of milk as she hummed softly to herself, not caring that the four men at the table and Carlisle were listening to her.

I never knew someone could sound so beautiful from humming.

Edward was sitting at the table eating some pancakes, along with the three other men, and he sat across from the muscular man who took me in the first place...I think he's Emmett, from earlier this morning when the honey-blonde guy told him to go back to bed.

The honey-blonde sat beside Edward, and he was eating pancakes and sausage, and Emmett was just eating sausage, and he sat beside a lanky man with shaggy, dark brown hair and high cheek bones...even higher then Edward's.

I startled out of my thoughts as my name was said, and looked to Esmé, who was walking towards me with a wide smile while everyone else looked at me, but Edward, Emmett, and Carlisle were the only ones to not look away.

"Are you hungry? Carlisle is making plenty of food." Esmé said as she gripped my hand in hers, taking me to the counter where Carlisle set down a plate fresh with pancakes, sausage, and some strawberries.

God, it looks and smells so good!

"Bella! I wouldn't eat that! Carlisle could have poisoned it, or even worse!" Emmett yelled out, but I knew he was teasing as I delicately picked up a strawberry and popped it in my mouth, and the rich juice coated my mouth deliciously.

So good!

"Oh, bad move." Emmett shook his head slowly, taking a bite of sausage as his light grey eyes stayed on me, daring me to eat more. Damn it, now he's making me nervous.

"Emmett, lay off." Edward growled, kicking Emmett in the shin under the table, and Emmett gladly kicked back while Edward clenched his jaw but ignored it.

Hell, Emmett's an asshole.

"Stop kicking or you two are going to go and take Devil and Angel for a walk." Esmé threatened, and they instantly calmed down and went back to eating, looking down at their plates and not looking anywhere else.

"Works like a dream." She breathed softly from beside me, and I couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape while she smiled down at me.

"Sounds and looks like it." I chuckled while I finished up eating without anymore talking, not that comfortable with Emmett in the room.

The honey-blonde man and the lanky guy left the kitchen, and Carlisle sat down at the table and patted to the seat across from him, where the honey-blonde was sitting before.

I sat down beside Edward and looked to Carlisle as Esmé sat down beside Carlisle, and soon enough, an older man came walking in with black hair and a slight build, and the honey-blonde and the lanky guy were back, standing behind Esme's chair while the older man stood behind Carlisle's chair.

Weird.

"Okay, Bella. I promised that we were all going to sit down and talk about this...that's what we are going to do now, okay?" Carlisle asked in a smooth voice, and I nodded while I shifted from Edward, his delicious musky smell making my head feel light-headed when his eyes flickered to mine like dancing moths.

"Yeah, I would like some answers." I muttered, and he gave me a tight smile as he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, most likely thinking very hard because his face showed lots of confusion and his eyebrows were scrunched forwards.

"I don't know how to explain this to you without making us sound like we're bad...kinda." He sighed as he rubbed his face, and Edward sat up straighter and cleared his throat, having a silent, but intense communication between their eyes.

"And, Carlisle, this is why I said before that I'm going to explain it to her." Edward declared smugly as he positioned his chair so he could face me, and he took a deep breath before he went into explaining.

"Wait! So you're telling me that Charlie Swan Isn't my real father, and that when I turned 18, he was planning on selling me as a sex slave for thousands of dollars...maybe even millions?!" I screeched, totally losing it as Edward and the others explained what was going on, and why I was here at the moment.

"See? We're the good guys." Emmett chuckled, nudging a laughing Garrett. Oh yeah, we did introductions, too. I never knew Emmett, Garrett, and Jasper could be such pricks.

"This all has to be just a really long dream and I'm going to wake up soon and I'll be back home...in my bed." I sighed the end as I leaned back in my chair and squeezed my eyes shut, but I could still hear the breathing of everyone else.

I opened my eyes and felt the tears well up, and I moved away as Edward went to place a kind hand on my knee, but I sat still as Esmé came around the table and wrapped me in her warm, loving arms, and I leaned my head against her breasts and let the tears fall, ignoring the men as they watched silently with sympathetic expressions.

They have to be lying. This can't be true.

"I'm sorry, Bella." Edward sighed, and I wrenched myself from Esmé, and got in Edward's face while he became tense and prepared to move me back to my seat.

"You're sorry?! Your family took me here against my will and you're sorry? Are you mental or something?!" I knew my face was red as the blood flowed to my head, and Edward looked down and didn't look back up at me.

"Look at me, damn it!" I shouted in his face, and he looked up at me, and my angry glare faltered for a second at the dark look in his eyes, and his jaw was clenched as his breathing became shallow.

"Come on! Aren't you going to yell back at me?" I asked loudly, wanting to get a rise out of this handsome man, he looks like he could get angry really easily.

"No. You have every right to yell at me..." He sighed as he leaned back in his chair and looked up at me, waiting for me to start up again and yell my little heart out.

"What?" I asked, raising my eyebrows in surprise. If I was him, and someone was yelling at me the way I am at him, I would clock the person in the face.

"Yell at me. I deserve it." He nodded, relaxing as he unclenched his jaw and let out a big breath, his eyes flickering to Emmett, Jasper, and Garrett, who were smiling in amusement at Edward and I.

Pricks.

"You guys are the ones to take me! Wipe those smiles off your faces or I'll do it for you!" I hissed, and Emmett and Garrett bit their bottom lips, but Jasper kept his smug ass smile plastered on his face for all to see.

I warned him.

I walked up to him with a small smile, raised my eager hand, and slapped him across the face, making his head snap sideways and back against the wall with a thud.

I know this is late, but I got caught up in Math homework :p Bella slapped Jasper! Damn, he's going to be pissed!
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