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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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6. Answers

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I don’t have anything with me but my backpack that held my books, and an outfit Bella gave me to wear to school tomorrow. I told her I would go to my house after school tomorrow when nobody was home to get clothes and toiletries. She hated the thought of me going into my house, but I needed my things and that’s the only time I would go there before we knew the test results. Quite frankly, she wasn’t the only one scared of me going in there. I was terrified.

I lock my car and nervously knock on the house door. Billy answers.

“Hey, Lucy. Come in.” He moves so I can step inside and shuts the door.

“Thank you, Billy, for letting me stay here. I really appreciate it,” I tell him sincerely. I’ve always loved Billy. He didn’t even ask why I wanted to stay at his place for a few days; he just agreed right away. It broke my heart that he would still do that for me when I just broke his son’s heart.

“You are always welcome here. You’re family,” he smiles at me. That just makes me feel even guiltier.

He tells me Jake’s in his room and that I can go up. My heart is pounding as I climb the stairs to Jake’s room. I have no idea how we’ll act around each other. Our phone call was awkward enough.

His door is closed, so I’m forced to knock. He answers wearing nothing but sweatpants. He has such nice abs. My Jake never was lacking in the good looks department.

“Hey,” I say awkwardly, looking at his face before quickly averting my eyes to the floor.

“Hey,” he says back, with his hand still on the door.

“Um, your dad told me to come see you, and that you would get me settled.” My palms are sweaty. I shouldn’t feel this way talking to Jake.

“Yeah. You know where the guest bedroom is, so...do you need anything?” he asks me.

This is going to be weird. “Uh, yeah, do you have some clothes I can wear to bed? I’ve had an, um, strange day and I didn’t get to go home,” I ramble on.

“Yeah, hold on a sec...” He goes over to his dresser while I’m standing there looking at my feet. He comes back with a pair of black sweatpants and his white La Push football t-shirt; the one he got before he dropped out. “Here ya go. Anything else?”

“Do you have an extra toothbrush?” God, I feel like such a burden.

“Already in the bathroom on the counter.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

We stand there, both looking at the floor. “How’s your finger?” he asks.

“Better.”

Sick of the awkward small talk, I say, “Well, goodnight.” He replies with the same and I practically run down the hall to the guest room. Honestly, that was the strangest I’ve ever felt around a person. It was like we never loved each other; never got along. Which is crazy, because Jake is, was, my best friend.

I put my backpack on the neatly made bed. I change into Jake’s two times to big clothes. They have his smell still on them. I’ve always loved the way he smells; you know, his rustic/woodsy scent. I sigh and think about how much I screwed up. But, on the contrary, it needed to be done. We weren’t, aren’t, ready to make that big of a commitment when we can’t make decisions about our future. Things will never work if we can’t even do that.

After I brush my teeth in the guest bathroom, I grab my backpack and go downstairs to the kitchen table. They give us loads of homework that I probably won’t have time to sleep tonight. It’s already eight thirty and I’m just starting. High school sucks.

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I’m so engrossed in my anatomy homework that I barely hear Jake coming into the room. I’m on a roll so I don’t look up or acknowledge him.

A few minutes pass and Jake speaks. “Do you want any food?”

It breaks the trance I’m in. I suppress a sigh and instead look up at him. The truth is, I’m starving. I skipped dinner because of all the talks and tests that was my day. So I smile meekly at him and he smiles back knowingly. He knows I skipped a meal, and he knows I’m hungry.

“What did I tell you about skipping meals?” he asks as he digs out a pan.

“Not to do it because it makes us weak and unhealthy,” I recite.

“That’s my girl,” he smiles. This of course makes me really sad. He still considers me “his girl”, even after what I said to him. I’m such a horrible person; I don’t deserve him. A few tears escape as I try to hide them by going back to my homework. I try to continue for the next fifteen minutes, but it’s hard.

Jake comes over and sets a bowl of macaroni and cheese in front of me. “Thanks,” I say quietly. I pull my knees up to my chest and grab the bowl. He sits across from me and we look at each

other for a brief moment. His eyes hold so much sadness that I have to look away. I stab some macaroni with my fork and shove it in my mouth. We eat in silence before it becomes too much for Jake.

“Why are you here, Lucy?”

And I break. I tell him everything.

“You know Anna, the girl that called you that day when I broke my finger?” I choke a bit on the last part, because we both know that’s not all that happened that day. He nods. “Well, I met her older brother the other day, and he kind of freaked out when he saw me. We look just like twins. So he took me to the graveyard in Forks, and showed me the headstone of his twin sister, who has the same name as me. And by the time he told me everything, he took me to his house, and his mom, Bella, freaked out just like he did. She showed me pictures of her daughter and told me stories. And when I met her husband, Edward, I was pretty convinced that I was their daughter they thought was dead. Everything matches up. So we went to the hospital and got a DNA test done, and I didn’t feel comfortable going back home, because what if my dad is a criminal and he kidnapped me? And I didn’t know Anna’s family enough to stay with them, so I called the only person I thought would help me,” I rambled.

Jake looked shocked. He shook his head and asked, “Edward and Bella? As in, Edward and Bella Cullen?”

Now I’m the shocked one. “How did you know that?”

“I’ve known the Cullens forever. Bella used to babysit me, and Edward was always around. I borrowed that car from Edward, and Dr. Cullen? He’s Edward’s dad.”

I can’t believe I didn’t piece that together! Everything was right in front of me, and I just overlooked it. “I’m so stupid,” I whisper.

“You? I’m the one that should have seen this! Now that you said it, you do look tons like Bella, but with...”

“Edward’s eyes,” I breathe.

“Yeah,” he finishes.

“When do the results come back?” he asks.

“Three days.”

He nods slowly. “Well, you can stay here for as long as you need to.”

“Thanks,” I choke. I’m on the verge of tears, so I get up and put my bowl in the sink. I stand there for a minute, wiping my eyes.

“I miss you,” Jake says, so quietly I almost didn’t hear. His back is towards me, and he’s still sitting at the table. A sob escapes and I sink to the floor. Jake comes over and puts his bowl in the sink before sitting down next to me. I lie down and put my head in his lap. He strokes my hair and lets me cry.

“I was never going to break up with you for deciding to go to college,” he starts. “I’m so sorry for not saying anything that night. I was mad and I didn’t want to say something I would regret later. I’m sorry for wanting you here with me. I was being selfish. I want you to go to college. I want you to have what I will never have. I promise to support you in whatever you choose. I love you, Luce.”

How could I ever let him go?

“I l-lov-ve you-u too,” I blubber.

And as much as this sounds like our problems are over, they aren’t. This is only the beginning.

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I wake up in the guest bedroom. Jake must have carried me here after I fell asleep in the kitchen. I look to my right and see that it’s nine thirty two. Shit! I’m late for school! Plus it takes me thirty minutes to get there, and by the time I get ready, the day would be half over! Looks like I’m ditching today.

There’s also a note on the nightstand.

Luce,

You need a day to relax. I let you sleep in and called your school telling them you were sick. I took the day off work so we could spend some time together if you wanted. If not, I can go to work and leave you be.

Jake

Aww. He never ceases to amaze me. Although letting me ditch school probably isn’t one of his better ideas, it’s the thought that counts, right?

I get up and trudge downstairs, where I find him sitting on the couch watching ESPN. I go over and sit next to him, putting my legs under me. I put my head on his shoulder. “I don’t want you to go to work. I want you to stay with me,” I whisper.

“Okay,” he whispers back.

I take his hand in mine and lace my fingers through his. “Thank you, for everything. You are the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. I’m sorry for hurting you,” I whisper again.

“Am I your boyfriend again?” he asks.

“Do you want to be?”

“Very much,” he says instantly. “I love you.”

“But are you in love with me?” I ask quietly. “There’s a difference.”

“I am very much in love with you, Lucy Taylor. I love you, I’m in love with you, and any other type of love out there, I have it for you.” His voice holds so much passion that I have to believe him.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

I nod. “Yeah, but we still have lots of things to figure out.”

“And we will. Now can I have a kiss?” I raise my head and meet Jake’s playful eyes. It’s nice to see him happy for once. I press my lips to his. I feel whole again. The heartache is gone. It’s not a long kiss, but it’s enough to fill my stomach with butterflies. Only Jake could make this happen to me.

We pull away smiling. He pecks my lips once more. “Are you hungry?” he asks.

“Starving,” I admit.

“You know where the kitchen is.”

I gasp. “Jake!”

He sits there laughing. “I have a surprise for you on the table. Go look.”

I glare playfully at him but get up anyways. Sitting on the table is a box of frosted strawberry poptarts with a note attached. My favorite! I read the note:

Will you please take the ring back? I intend to keep my promise.

I open the box and see my promise ring sitting on top of the poptarts. I take a deep breath to try and stop the tears and put the ring back on my finger, where it will stay until it’s replaced with an engagement ring.

“Thank you.” I look up and see Jake leaning against the doorway. I walk over and hug him.

“I love you, too,” I whisper in his ear.

He pulls away and wipes the tears from my cheeks. “No more tears today, okay? It’s going to be a chill day.” I nod. He kisses my forehead then goes over to put a pop tart in the toaster for me.

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“What do you want to do today?” Jake asks. We are sitting in the living room watching CSI. I’m eating my pop tart.

“I’m not sure. I have to finish my homework from last night and go to the house to get some clothes, but that’s it.”

Forty five minutes later, we’re sitting on the floor on opposite sides of the coffee table setting up Monopoly.

“I call the car!” Jake announces. I laugh and grab the dog. I’m the banker because Jake hates counting.

“You’re going down,” I warn him.

“I don’t think so, missy.”

I have no idea how long we’ve been playing or who’s winning, but I know Jake’s running low on money. When I say I’m going to buy a house, he says, “Okay, that will be two million dollars please.”

“What?! For a house?!” I gap.

“I’m going broke here!” he defends.

“The money doesn’t even go to you, honey,” I laugh.

“Did I mention you look very sexy in my clothes?” he tries.

I laugh again and shake my head. “No way.”

We continue playing and finally, after two and a half hours, Jake spends his last dollar paying me for landing on Boardwalk.

After some serious gloating, I decided it was time to get dressed. Jake drove to my Forks’ home and needless to say, it was quite emotional being in there after everything that happed. I grabbed a bunch of clothes and anything else I would need as quickly as possible and got the heck out of there.

For the rest of the afternoon, Jake and I watched movies and ate a bunch of junk food.

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These past three days have helped my relationship with Jake immensely. We were less physical with each other, and talked instead. A lot. We talked about everything that bothered us, but tended to avoid the questions about our future. We just wanted to live in the moment and not worry about what’s to come in the near future.

It’s now Saturday. I’m on the edge all day, waiting for Bella to call. When she does, I tell her that Jake and I will be there in thirty minutes. She tells me to meet her and Edward at the hospital. I didn’t want to know over the phone. It’s not good enough.

Jake parks at the hospital and takes my helmet. I take his hand in return and we head into the hospital. We go to the third level waiting room, where we see Bella and Edward waiting for us. I hug both of them. They’re both nervous, I can feel them shaking. They are quite shocked to see Jake there too. I explained that Jake is my boyfriend, and they couldn’t be happier. I can tell Bella really loves Jake, and sees him as a younger brother.

Carlisle comes out and tells us we can come back. He informs us that he would be sitting with us instead of reading the results because he is family. The doctor that swabbed our mouths-Dr. Walsh-would be telling us if I was a Cullen or not.

So here we are. I’m sitting next to Jake, practically crushing his hand. Dr. Walsh is sitting at his desk with an envelope in his hands.

“Edward and Isabella Cullen,” Dr. Walsh starts. He pauses while he opens the envelope. My heart is going a thousand beats a second, I’m so scared. “Lucy Taylor is your daughter. Congratulations.”

I’m stunned. Absolutely shocked. I hear Bella crying with Carlisle trying to comfort her. I try to feel happy-Edward and Bella are great people-but all I felt was hurt. Hurt and betrayal. Jace and Maggie have been lying to me my whole life, and the bigger fact, they kidnapped me! I’ve been living with criminals for the past fifteen years!

“Excuse me,” I choke out through my sobs. I run out of the room and to the ladies’ room. There is nobody in there, so I cry in private.

That is, until Jake comes in and wraps his arms around me.

“Everything’s going to be okay. You may not think so right now, but it will be,” he whispers in my ear.

“My life is ruined! Everything I’ve known is gone, and I’m stuck with a bunch of people I don’t know!” I sob.

“No, you’re not. Baby, you can stay with me for as long as you need to, and we can sort this mess out. But don’t feel like your life is ruined. Edward and Bella are great people, and you’ll find in time that they are the best parents in the world.”

I nod and try to calm my crying. I know what I need to do. I don’t want to, but I have to. I get up off the floor with Jake and go back into the room.

“Lucy,” Bella cries, rushing over to hug me close. “My baby girl. I love you,” she whispers.

I let her and my new family hug me and cry, until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Um, guys, now that I know the truth, I need your help with something.”

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Jake parks in the driveway of my former Forks’ home; I won’t be staying here anymore. Edward and Bella follow him, and behind them is my new Grandpa Charlie, along with his partner.

I get off the motorcycle, take my helmet off, and storm to the door. I continuously ring the doorbell until Maggie answers, a very confused look on her face. “Lucy, why are you ringing the doorbell? And more importantly, where have you been these past few days?! Your father and I have been worried sick!”

“He’s not my father,” I say with a death glare. She gives me questioning eyes. I take the DNA results out of my pocket and give them to her. Her eyes go wide when she reads them. “Maggie, how long have you and Jace been together again?” I ask.

“Um, thirteen years,” she says quietly. “You were five when we met.”

Before I could say anything, Jace appears next to Maggie. “What’s going on? What’s this?” He takes the paper from her hands and reads it. Words cannot describe his facial expressions.

“It gets better, Jace. Here’s the report my real parents filed fifteen years ago, when I was kidnapped by you!” I yell as I hand them the piece of paper, also from my pocket.

Maggie doesn’t look at it. She already knows I’m telling the truth.

“You lied to me,” she gasps at him. “For thirteen years, you said her mother died. How dare you!” She backs away slowly.

Charlie comes up behind me and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. He takes Jace’s arms and puts them behind his back.

“All I wanted was a daughter. Somebody that needed and loved me,” Jace whispers. “I’m sorry, Lucy, for all I’ve put you through.” He puts his head down as Charlie handcuffs him.

“Jace Taylor, you are under arrest for the kidnapping of Lucia Cullen."