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This World

Summary:
After seven months of healing, Bella starts to notice some changes. She is taller than before, warmer, and stronger. She figures it's a fever and brushes it off. But when a strange visit from Renee reveals interesting family scandals, Bella undergoes a monstrous change. Then, a vengeance crazed vampire comes to town with one intent-kill Isabella Swan. When Bella is changed even further, what will happen? After things settle, she lives quite happily for forty more years, until her past comes back to haunt her. When old love is revived and new love arises, who will Bella choose?


Notes:
Hi, this is my first story. I expect it to be quite long, but I'm unsure. I do guarantee twists! As it said on my profile, none of the charactes nor settings belong to me. Sadly. :( Anyway, enjoy!!!


5. Chapter 5. Liar

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Liar

"Dad, I-"

"What," he started off seemingly calm, his eyes hidden behind one hand while the other was outstretched in a gesture that he meant for me to stop talking, "the hell did you do?"

His voice was quivering with anger, and though he didn't look up at me, I knew this was bad. "Your mother comes home screaming and crying, saying that you flew out the window of her hotel, but as some animal. Not only that, but we learned from the hotel staff that had to escort her here because she passed out," he lifted his hand and there was a fire in his eyes as he glared at me again, "and that the whole room had been destroyed. Now, Isabella Marie Swan, would you like to tell us what happened, because we would all like to know."

For some reason that I couldn't explain, this calm façade scared me more than yelling and arguing. It seemed that at this moment I would rather him do that than stretch it out and torture me like this. But then I knew it would take a lot for him to get that way. Being a trained police officer, he knew how to keep his cool under stress or anger almost as well as the pack did. But then again, I also knew that I had a lot to throw at him. This was not looking very good for me.

"I actually don't think you'd really want to know..." I mumbled while shifting my foot in lazy little circles. I concentrated on that little action as if my life depended on it, because at this moment it felt as if it did. It was always a lose-lose situation for me anymore, wasn't it?

"I'll be the judge of that!" He snarled at me, his face twisting angrily as his eyes reddened with rage. He had no idea what he was asking for. I sighed and gestured lamely to the random couches and chairs that dotted the room. "I would sit, this'll take a while.

I looked up and watched as Charlie stiffly walked over to his regular chair, than saw that Renee and Phil occupied the love seat. It was very small, but being that Mom was mostly on Phil's lap, they fit pretty snuggly. I walked over to the couch opposite the chair and love seat that were occupied and sat along with the rest of the pack. Jake put his hand on my knee reassuringly, and I had a feeling that he didn't know, or he would most likely be as angry as my father, if not more. Sam, who now knew everything so far, put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed tighter than he could have while I was still completely human, and smiled down at me. That made me feel a little bit better. At least I wasn't totally alone in all this.

I looked up and past Mom and Charlie, wanting to see just how many people were in my corner. I locked gazes with Phil, and he seemed conflicted as he stared back at me. But then he just shook his head slowly from side to side as he looked down at the part of his lap that wasn't occupied by my hysterical mother.

I felt hurt, but relieved at the same time. At least he wasn't furious like Charlie was. But at the same time, I could tell that he was completely disappointed in me, and that ripped into me even more. The thought that he was too exasperated with my behavior, whatever he thought my behavior was, exactly, to really be angry at all. At least angry meant you cared, but it seemed as if he had given up on me. It hurt so much that my eyes watered and I looked down also, trying to smoothly cover up my tears.

Charlie cleared his throat and my head darted up to see him staring at me impatiently. "Well?" His voice was controlled and clipped, barely restraining the anger broadcasted in his eyes.

"Umm..." I sighed and raked a hand through my hair. "You see, it kinda started a week ago."

"Isabella!" Charlie yelled sharply. "How does you putting your poor mother in this...this..." He gestured widely in her direction and she sniffled pathetically, "state, have to do with anything that happened a week ago?!"

I was overcome with so much fury at that point, with everyone but the pack. How could they? I allowed them to be angry without me giving an explanation, I turned into this volatile creature with so many responsibilities and an eternity to fulfill them with for them, and he couldn't even allow me to defend myself without interrupting two sentences in? I was shaking with rage, and I felt as Sam's grip tightened and his grin faltered, turning into more of a forced grimace. I didn't know I was that strong.

"Bella!" he whispered to me, "You have to calm yourself before you rip someone's face off!" I took a few deep breaths and glared right back at Charlie. "If you would allow me, Charlie," I spat his name, "to explain the relevance of the occurrences last week, that would be just wonderful."

He seemed taken aback by my sudden hostility, but straightened and nodded curtly.

"Anyway, I started to feel really weird. I was getting hotter, my temperature went past the point at which I was supposed to die, but all I did was get stronger and faster. Haven't you noticed that I don't have any injuries because my grace has improved? Haven't you seen?

"But anyway, I knew that Jake and the...his friends were worried about me, Sam especially. I think he knew what I was going to become all along. You see Dad, my mother hasn't been honest to anyone. No one but she, Sam, and I know the truth."

Her eyes widened and filled up again. Phil noticed and rubbed her back soothingly before reprimanding me wearily. "Bella, I think she's traumatized, and I don't want you putting too much stress on her."

Again I became immensely angry, and though I would have rather explained everything before a demonstration, I knew my thoughts were not going to allow me, especially with how sensitive I had become. "Sam, I'm gonna..." I didn't get to finish before a snarling voice in my head took over, a much eviler and angrier version of my own.

How dare she? She cheated on your father before getting a divorce and deserting him, and then spent eighteen and a half years lying to you and everyone else about it all. Now that she sees the problem that she caused, she wants to claim she's traumatized and soak up all the pity as you get shunned from your own family. How dare she?

I felt the familiar pain and heat before the cold and prickling sensation. Sam yelled sharply and I was thrown into a wall. I heard many other shouts as the blackness slowly covered me in a cold and hateful embrace.

And then, I was exploding, another supernova into a huge and untamed beast that my own father-who wasn't actually my father-would probably try to shoot as my mom got another little pity-party. Great.

I landed on my paws and immediately sniffed the air. I smelt everyone's scents, but most of them shifted into something more familiar. As I took a deep breath to try and better identify them, one word came to mind. Family.

It was the pack, and they had me against the wall as the three humans stood in shock. I calmed my feeble struggles and tried to identify the individual thoughts of my family.

‘Bella?'

Bells, it's Jake, what's wrong?~

What are you talking about, and how can you stay so calm about it?

Bella, I don't know, Sam hasn't told me anything, and the rest didn't hear what you told him.~

Oh, well, I'm gonna go outside to change.

Got it...and good luck getting through that door.~

Females are more flexible than males, and smaller. I'll make it through somehow.

Okay. Let's let go of her guys.~

Alright.

Got it.

Mm'kay.

Yep.

Mmhmm.

‘Okay...but do so quickly, before they have heart-attacks.'

Yeah, alright.

I was a little distracted as I ran from the house to our luckily private backyard. I cleared my mind and thought about human things, like my hands, or standing on two legs. Then, I felt cold again, and I opened my eyes and lifted my hands. Good, they were hands.

I quickly jumped up the tree to my room, and looked through my window. I suddenly felt empowered. I had done that so quickly, and it was effortless. I jumped a whole two stories!

I pushed my window open with ease, and winced as it grated to a slow stop. I crawled through the small opening and went to my dresser. I knew that the less clothing there was, the easier it was to take off what you were wearing. I grabbed another sports bra, and Phil's ratty old basketball shorts he gave me. Or that I begged him not to throw away because they were cool, whatever.

After I had changed, I raced down the stairs and was met with an odd sight. Charlie, Phil, and Renee were all sitting on the couch the pack and I had previously occupied with their mouths flapping, giving them an incredible resemblance to fish. Evolution was strange.

I shook my head and glanced at the pack, who were watching hem nervously and inching toward the door so slowly you would have thought they were dealing with an irritated grizzly bear. I suddenly felt a pang of longing in my chest for my big brother. And then rage, along with that angry little voice. The big brother that didn't want you.

I suppressed my anger and took a few deep breaths, avoiding thinking about anything else. In, one two three, out. In, one two three, out. Relax Bella. I opened my eyes as Sam discreetly flicked up his thumb in a compliment, but my eyes flickered over to the silent humans still huddled nervously on the couch. Their eyes darted from the pack to me warily, but there was no terror like Renee had had earlier, and that was always a good sign.

"Uh..." I was unsure of what to say, and the room's eyes coming to rest upon me was unsettling. I scratched the back of my neck anxiously, then glanced up again, emitting a nervous chuckle. "This is..." I trailed off and Charlie finished my sentence. "Awkward."

I smiled slightly at him, before letting it stretch to an all out grin. "Very."

"Well, I'm gonna explain everything nice and calm, and no one's gonna interrupt. When I'm done, I ask that no one get angry, ore for your sake than mine." They grimaced at that, obviously realizing how much I could hurt them, but nodded, and I was immediately calmed by how accepting they seemed over this, and the remnants of any previous anger dissipated.

"Alright. Well, long ago..." And with that I launched into the legends of the Quileute Tribe, explaining with fervor. I had always loved the not-so-fictitious-legends, and I often begged Jake to tell me them many times. I now knew them all by heart, and I was proud.

After my explanation, I let my adjacent family calmly soak everything in, and their eyes softened as they processed that the wolves are strictly there to protect their people, which now included them, not that it hadn't.

Soon Phil, oddly enough, spoke up. "Okay...I understand why the Quileute's...phase...and stuff, but what does that have to do with you...you're not Quileute." I smiled wryly.

"This is where my mother comes in. You see, a while back...well...do you wanna tell them Renee, or should I?" I looked at her expectantly. She seemed petrified.

"Can we not tell them?" Her voice broke twice, but it was hard for even me to hear it she was that quiet. I shook my head no.

"Then you..." She whispered as her eyes filled with tears. She ducked her head and wiped them away on the back of her hand. She sniffled once, and hugged Phil tighter before turning back to me and nodding.

"Before Mom and Dad got divorced...she wasn't exactly...faithful." Everyone but Sam, Mom, and I gasped, and Charlie looked as if I had just kicked his puppy.

I stared at him as his eyes watered, but he blinked all of the moisture away before glancing back up at me with a fire in his eyes. But it wasn't long before he turned to my mother, who cringed away under his glare.

"With. Who." He asked through gritted teeth. You could tell he was seething.

"Billy." She whispered frightfully.

He just stared and blinked a moment, before jumping up with a shout of rage. I watched fearfully as a few vases and paintings and pictures-mainly my mother's-suffered his wrath. I looked at Jake and his mouth was ajar as he blinked at my mother in shock.

"H...how...wha?" That was all he stuttered out.

"Hey...brother." I grinned at his glare, glad to have some form of comic relief.

"Calm down!" Sam yelled suddenly. We all jumped, and Charlie returned to his seat, and sat and stewed as his fists clenched and unclenched.

"Charlie, I..." He cut her off. "Just don't."

"But..."

"Renee!" He warned.

"Please Charlie!"

"No! Shut up! You lied to me, to everyone! Poor Bella's gone through her life feeling obligated to me when she wasn't! I'm not ungrateful for her, but you could have told me, told her! She isn't mine, and she barely knows her real dad! And Billy, I'm...I'm gonna strangle him! How could you both! I loved the two of you! Why?" By then he was sobbing. "Why?!" He moaned again.

Phil actually glared at my mother, glanced my way sympathetically, and then went to Charlie to give him a few sympathetic pats as he continued.

"All this time! You've been lying for eighteen and some odd years! How could you live with yourself! And not even a year after you cheat, two months after the pregnancy, you up and leave! All I had was a note! A fuckin' note Renee!" I was stunned to say the least, Charlie never cursed, and this was probably the second or third time I had heard him this way. This had cut him deep, and I went over to take Phil's place.

My mother just floundered about, looking around the room for some support. Everyone, even Phil, glared at her icily. I wanted her to leave, and soon my wish was her command. "I'm just gonna..." She began, but I cut her off.

"Don't speak liar."

She just nodded at me sadly before gathering Phil and leaving.