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Remembering Leah

No one really had any love for the female wolf. They found her to be a bitter “drag” to be around. So they left her in her hell to morn the life she should have had. She constantly felt she had to prove herself that’s what made her take on the last newborn during battle. Only one wolf tried to help her, Jacob, but he was too late. The newborn crushed her cranium against a boulder and rendered her unconscious. Her body instantly went back to its human form and Emmett and Rosalie finished off the newborn. Alice covered the female shifters body and tried to revive her. Nothing, I heard nothing from her thoughts. I only saw blackness. We all would have thought she was dead if it wasn’t for her heartbeat. “The Volturi, she needs to be removed before their arrival. I will come to her after we are finished.” The pack removed her . . .


4. French Toast With A Side Of Truth

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We all went to my room. I had no real intentions on listening to them I would give them as much time as it took me to find an outfit for tomorrow.

“Your wedding keeps disappearing Edward, I’m growing concerned.” Alice was the first on attack, her statement was predictable. I shook my head and stifled my laughter.

“That’s because you and my fiancé have gotten it in your mind that I will be unfaithful!” I stared back hard at her.

“She senses things are different!” Alice countered, “Do you realize that you make it home earlier and earlier each night from Bella’s and where do you go when you come home!” I looked down I thought I was doing a pretty good job of splitting my time. I mean not really splitting the time but . . . why should I sit and watch her sleep but for so long. I’ve pretty much gotten the gist of how it works.

“Does Bella know about your nightcaps with Leah?” Rose asked out of curiosity and I shook my head.

“Why should she? I’m not doing anything wrong! I sincerely hope that you aren’t feeding into her insecurities.”

“I don’t really speak to Bella that much personally.” Rose said bluntly, “I have spoken with Leah some. She seems kind of . . . perfect for you.” The glare Alice shot to Rose was indefinable. “I’m being honest here. She likes almost all the things you do. She’s really smart and funny, no wonder you want to talk to her.” She shrugged, “my concern is that you will hurt Bella involuntarily. Make sure that you are being honest with yourself . . . you can lie to us all night and I wouldn’t really care I just don’t want any unnecessary drama.” I nodded she was right I needed to figure out the pull that Leah had on me.

“As of right now I’m telling you both the truth all that has transpired between Leah and me are acts of friendship. I worry about her condition and I learn new things about her daily but nothing more has happened.”

“Do you want it to?” Alice asked.

“That’s really none of our business.” Rosalie sighed. “I’m not really sure he even knows.” She stood up ready to excuse herself. I wished my other sister had done the same but she continued to stare at me.

“Edward, please don’t hurt Bella okay, promise me.” She grabbed one of my hands.

“I promise.” It was hard to make such a promise no one really knows what the future holds but I would do my best to make sure that she was happy. That was my plan all along to make sure that Bella was happy.


The next day Carlisle and I took Leah to her mother’s house and just as promised the people in the pictures Carlisle showed her were there. She looked at them as they played the video game none of really realized that she had entered the house until her mom turned the corner. “Leah, sweetheart!” She rushed into an embrace with her daughter.

“Hi mom!” She patted Sue’s back awkwardly. Everyone paused the game and stared at Leah like she was a damned ghost.

“I like your hair in the bun. You used to do that when you were little back when you took dance. Do you remember that?” She led her daughter into the kitchen, Carlisle and I followed them.

“No, but it would explain the knowledge of classical music.” She smiled back at her mother. I couldn’t be sure if she was actually happy. I knew she was concerned about making this visit enjoyable for her mother.

“Oh God yes! When you were eleven you fell in love with the piano . . . I don’t really know what made you stop playing. It was always that or your dancing. That’s why you never gained any weight!” Her mother pinched her cheek. I saw the images through Sue’s mind Leah danced up until she was sixteen, when she met Sam. Sam used to tease her about wearing her costumes . . . so she eventually stopped. He didn’t understand the music liked so she didn’t play. That pissed me off for someone that portrayed themselves as so big and strong she caved a lot for Sam. “I made you breakfast sweetheart. I hope you’re hungry.”

“Of course, I can always eat.” That was true of all the shifters, their stomachs were bottomless. Sue laid a plate of French toast in front of Leah. She took one bite and moaned with satisfaction.

“Oh. My. God. Mom! This is amazing!” Her eyes rolled back in her head. I busted out laughing.

“You haven’t had a reaction like that to my cooking in a long time!” Sue beamed with pride, “maybe you should stay over here so I can cook for you all the time.” Sue wrapped her arms around her daughter and kissed the top of her head.

After Leah ate, Carlisle wanted her to wander around the house and see if anything triggered any memories. She made her way upstairs to her room. She sat on the bed and I stood by the door frame watching her. “Am I doing this right?” She asked.

“I mean there are several ways to sit on a bed I’d suppose.” I arched my eyebrow and she threw a pillow at me.

“I mean should I be doing something else to trigger a memory?”

“You could look around a little more . . . but remember nobody expects any miracles from you today.” I said entering the room. I picked up one of her stuffed animals, which was something I most definitely didn’t expect to see in her room. I picked up the little grey wolf stuffed animal. “Grrr!” She laughed hysterically.

“You have serious problems Eddie, Bella should take you to counseling before marrying you.” She looked through the CDs and found her laptop and placed them in a box. I guess she was planning on taking them with her. I looked under the bed and found a green shoe box.

“Well what do we have here?” Her head snapped in my direction, “I didn’t know you wrote music?” She immediately reached for the material and I pulled it back from her.

“Don’t!” She snapped.

“Why?” I countered. I glanced over the material it was basic, it wasn’t bad, I could tell it was something she toyed with when she was younger.

“I just feel like it’s private, like no one supposed to know.” She attempted to grab it again and I avoided her once more.

“Well it’s too late, I know so I want to read them!” She got up and continued to try and snatch the papers away. I ended up with the papers behind my back and her arms around me. The sensation of her embrace shouldn’t have felt as good as it did.

“Stop being a jerk!” She frowned when she realized that insulting me didn’t work she stepped on my foot, and when that didn’t work. “Please Eddie!” She begged, I weakened, and she happily took the papers.

“You should put those in your little to go box. Maybe if you play them it will trigger a memory.” She thought about it and then dropped them in. She looked out the window outside.

“We had a tire swing?” A memory flashed of her dad swinging her and she smiled. She made no mention of the returned memory she just held her chest.

“When did my dad die?” She asked.

“It was pretty recent maybe little over a month ago.” I said quietly.

“What happened to him? In the few memories that come to me he always looks so happy and healthy.” She caught a tear before it could fall.

“It was a heart attack.” She searched her mind for memories of the moment. I knew she wouldn’t find anything because she wasn’t there.

“I don’t remember. I don’t remember him going to the hospital or anything.” She was getting frustrated.

“Leah, you’re trying too hard. From what I heard his passing was quick. He wasn’t taken to the hospital, that’s the only reason you don’t remember it.” She took a deep breath and took the picture of her and her father from the nightstand and placed it in the box. “You can’t take the whole room with you, you know?”

“I know I’m just pulling the things I feel connected to.” She sat on the bed again she looked sad. I placed my hand on her shoulder and then released my grip.

“I’m going to take this downstairs,” I said grabbing the box.

“Hey!” She approached me and pulled her compositions from the box. “Don’t think you’re slick Eddie, I’m always one step ahead of ya!” She smirked a little trying to play off her upset.

“Yeah always.”

As I descended downstairs I saw Alice come into the house. My jaw immediately tightened. What the hell was she doing here?

“Why can’t my daughter come back home?” Sue asked Carlisle in front of everyone. Carlisle went to begin his spiel about dissociative amnesia but I cut him off.

“Leah, may look the same, but she doesn’t think the same. She doesn’t remember anyone here enough to feel comfortable.” I said and Carlisle agreed.

“We plan to make her visits more and more frequent until she is comfortable and prefers to be here.” Carlisle said confidently.

“And what if she doesn’t,” Seth posed a question that I had begun to ask myself lately, “what if Leah never wants to come home?” Sue laughed nervously.

“That’s ridiculous son, she loves us!”

“Yeah, but Leah’s been hurt. Once she remembers maybe she won’t want to be in a place that has so many bad memories.” Jacob chimed in.

“That’s why no one should try to force any memories on her. It may have the adverse affect than what we are all hoping for.” We all nodded in understanding. Everybody looked back as the back door opened and Leah walked in with tears in her eyes and Bella behind her.

“Can someone please tell me why everyone thinks I’m a bitch?” She asked softly. “I remember all of your words. I just want to know why you all hate me?”