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Turning Back In Time

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**Sequel to The Way I Love You and Total Bliss...Or Not. It can be read seperately though, I will explain everything and it should make sense** Lucia "Lucy" Cullen has been missing for over 13 years. Now she moved with her "family" and is slowly finding out the real truths of her past. Why was she taken from an aquarium in Port Angeles, and just who is this family she's remembered her whole life? This is Lucy's story, and how she deals with love, lies, and life. AH. **Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything Stephenie Meyer created, I just own the new characters and the plot ideas**Create your own banner at mybannermaker.com!


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5. Tests

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1785   Review this Chapter

Two days later I’m walking into the library feeling like a zombie. I haven’t talked to Jake since Wednesday, and it feels like a lifetime.

“Whoa, you look like crap,” Anna says to me.

“Thanks,” I mutter sarcastically.

“What happened to you?” she asks as I sit down.

“I broke my finger, pissed Jake off, and I’m pretty sure I broke up with him,” I say, putting my head in my hands.

“Wait, what? How do you think you broke up with Jake?” she asks incredulously.

“Well, I gave the ring back and told him to think about why he gave it to me in the first place.” My heart cracks a little more as I relive that moment yet again. Why was I so stupid?

Anna gasps. “You did not.”

I nod miserably. “I did.”

“Lucy Taylor! You know you did-“ she is cut off by a voice quietly calling out for her.

“Anna!” It’s a male voice, kind of deep.

“Yeah, Jack, I’m over here!” she whisper-yells to this Jack, as we are in the library. She turns back to me. “Jack’s my brother.”

“Ah.”

The boy that walks up looks strangely familiar. He has shaggy bronze hair and bright emerald eyes; my same hair and eye color. His face is very handsome; I can definitely see the resemblance between him and Anna. But why is it that when I see him, I feel like he knows more about me than anybody else? It feels like he gets me, and would respect me no matter what.

“Holy shit,” he says when our eyes meet. He staggers backwards a little and sits in a chair opposite of our table.

“Why do I feel like I know you?” I ask bluntly.

Jack looks like he’s going to pass out. I don’t do well with people passing out.

“Um, yeah, I’m pretty sure we know each other.” Jack is sweating now. I’m starting to worry about his health. “Do you mind talking with me after I bring Anna home?” he asks me.

“Would I ride with you?” I ask back.

“If that’s okay?”

I know I shouldn’t. I mean, I only know his sister, and not him. He’s practically a stranger. But I can’t help but agree, because of the gravitational pull I feel towards him. Deep down I know he won’t hurt me.

I get into his fancy black 2010 Camaro. Anna climbs into the backseat after telling me to take the shotgun. We drive to a really big white house, where Jack tells Anna to get out. She sticks her tongue out at him and smiles. He rolls his eyes but smiles too. After she leaves, Jack is backing out of the driveway and heading to the north side of Forks. I wonder where he’s taking me.

“I need to explain something to you. Something I’ve never talked about before to anybody, but I feel like you need to know this,” he tells me.

Oh man, no pressure to me or anything.

“I’m all ears,” I respond.

Jack takes a deep breath. “When I was three, my parents went on their honeymoon. I was staying with my Uncle Emmett and my Aunt Rose. You see, I had a twin named Lucy, who was staying with my Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper.” I feel my heart constrict at the mention of “had”, and not “have”.

“We went to the Port Angeles aquarium a couple of days into the week. We were just leaving when my Uncle Emmett got his hand bitten by a crab. While everyone was tending to him, somebody came and kidnapped Lucy.” Jack got a little choked up at the end, and I could tell he was fighting tears.

A feeling of dread falls over me. Jack, who looks just like me, had a twin sister named Lucy.

“They never found her. Everybody assumed she was dead. My mom and I never gave up hope, though. When my dad was out setting up a headstone, my mom and I were praying at home; praying that we would find my sister one day.”

This cannot be happening to me.

“And I think you’re my sister, Lucy,” he finishes quietly.

I couldn’t hold it in; I let out a laugh. Why, in a million years, would Jack think I was his long lost twin sister? Sure, we share the same features, and I have her same name. So what? Lucy’s kind of a popular name. Unless...

I stopped laughing and took a good look at Jack.

“How old are you?” I ask him.

Please don’t say eighteen. Please don’t say eighteen. Please don’t say eighteen. Please don’t-

“I’m eighteen,” he says.

Okay then. Now I’m feeling a little panicked. Only one more question answered can convince me now.

“And your birthday is?” I ask really quietly, I’m surprised he heard me.

Please don’t say June 20th. Please don’t say June 20th. Please don’t say June 20th.

“June 20th.”

And then I started crying. So many emotions came over me. Shock, happiness, completeness, confusion. That hole in my chest closes as I think that I could very well have a twin brother. Maybe this is what I’ve been feeling is missing.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Jack asks softly. I sob and nod as I wipe a few tears away. “God, I hope you’re my sister. That would just complete my life.”

That would completely ruin my life. I could be taken away from the only family I know. I mean, what if it was my dad and Maggie that kidnapped me? I would have no one. I would have major depression from all the stress from finding out I have a whole other family, and I’ve been living with a bunch of criminals for the past fourteen years.

That is, if any of this is true.

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Jack pulls up to the only graveyard in Forks. He parks the car near a big oak tree and gets out of the car. He walks over to a headstone right under the tree and just stands there. I take a deep breath and stand by him.

Lucia Renee Cullen

A loving daughter, sister, and niece

June 20, 2009-May 7, 2012

“Her name was Lucia?” I ask quietly. It’s a weird feeling, looking at a headstone that could be yours. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little spooked.

“Yeah. My mom wanted a full name with a nickname. But they didn’t like any names that had Jack as a nickname, so dad convinced her that Jack was perfect enough,” he tells me.

“I think it’s very pretty,” I say back.

“Would you be okay with that being your name?” he whispers.

I suck in a breath. “Well, if I’m your sister, then it’s already my name, so yeah.”

“Who put the flowers here?” I ask.

“Dad. Mom doesn’t come here; she says it defuses her hope that her daughter is alive. I rarely come here; only on our birthday.”

We don’t speak for a long time. Right now I’m pretty convinced that I am Jack’s sister, which puts a whole new perspective on life. My life could possibly be turned upside down in one day. I know what I have to do; it’s the only thing that will tell the absolute truth.

“Take me to your house, please.”

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We pull up to the big white house again. This time though, I am going inside. No pressure, you’re just meeting the family that might share DNA with.

When we walk inside, I’m blown away. The house is bigger than mine, no doubt, but it’s not giant. It has a homey feel to it. It makes me feel like I’m part of the family (no pun intended). Anna’s told me that she has a younger sister along with Jack, and the house definitely looks about the right size for five people. And it looks like people live here, you know? It’s not messy, but it’s not so clean that you can’t tell somebody lives here.

Jack and I are greeted by Anna at the door.

“Hey, Lucy,” she says, and gives me a hug.

“Jacky, Jacky, Jacky!” I hear an innocent voice yell, running towards us. A little girl comes into view with a big smile on her face. Her arms are open and she jumps into Jack’s arms. He kisses her cheek and hugs her close.

“Lucy, this is Kate, our, er, my little sister,” Jack tells me.

“I’m five!” Kate chirps.

“Yeah, you’re a big girl,” he smiles.

Anna, meanwhile, looks like she saw a ghost. When I give her a questioning look, she motions for me to follow her into the living room.

“Do you see that?” she asks, pointing to Jack and Kate. I nod. “Kate does that every single day. And every single day, Jack ignores her. Until today.”

“But why?”

“Ever since Lucy was kidnapped, he isolated himself. He didn’t get close to us when we were born because he was afraid we would be taken and it would hurt just as bad. He figured if he ignored us, it wouldn’t hurt him as much if we were taken.”

Well that’s the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard. They’re your sisters, Jack! Hello! It would hurt just the same no matter if you ignored them or not.

I look over at Jack playing the airplane game with Kate and I feel so bad for Anna, and all the things she missed out on because Jack was scared. She didn’t get to have the big brother she should have gotten. And to think it’s because of me, well, it hurts. Seeing Kate squeal and laugh made me see what my life could be like. For a moment, I wanted it. I wanted it all.

“What is all the noise about?”

I look up and see a beautiful woman coming into the foyer, wearing an apron and a smile.

“Mommy! Jack’s playing airplane with me!” Kate giggles. She really is adorable.

“I see that,” the woman smiles. Her whole face is glowing with happiness.

Anna coughs. “Um, mom, I’d like you to meet my tutor, Lucy,” she says hesitantly. “Lucy, this is Bella, my mom.”

Bella looks at me. Her eyes wander all over my face. It’s like she’s taking in every feature on my face. I blush and shift uncomfortably, especially when I see tears forming in her eyes.

“My Lucy,” she whispers before hugging me. I feel safe and warm in her arms. I feel loved. My dad never hugs me. Maggie does, but it’s more like a friend than anything. This, this feels like a motherly hug.