Chapter 35

Bella's POV:

I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the flowers and the wilderness into one, and stared up at the sunny sky. I felt a touch on my cheek and turned my head to see Edward, lying next to me, his body sparkling. He smiled at me, leaned in, and kissed me on the cheek. His lips trailed to kiss my nose down to my lips. I gasped at the intensity of the kiss but I'm not complaining. I can't remember the last time he kissed me like this or if he ever did.

"Bella, I don't love you." He breathed against my lips. I thrashed away from him. His golden eyes vanished, replaced with coal-black. His smile went wide, almost like a cat. "The truth is I never loved you. How can I love a mere human like you?"

"I – you –" Suddenly, a voice called out my name in the woods, but I couldn't see them. The sun vanished; grey clouds covered its bright light.

No!

The beauty of the meadow slowly disappeared. I wanted the warmth and light to come back. I whirled around to see Trevor standing in the middle of the field. Noah was behind him, holding a gun at his head.

"You need to make a choice, Isabella," Noah said. "Save your past or choose that so-called normal life that you've lived?"

Make a choice?

"Let him go, please."

"You fell in love with a civilian," Dahlia appeared next to Trevor, out of the darkness with pity and sympathy on her face. Edward stood a few feet away from them, grinning like an animal. "You broke the rules and for that, consequences are made."

No noise came out of my mouth when Noah pulled the trigger. Trevor fell on the ground, blood pouring out of his head – too similar to how Phil died. My knees fell when more bodies appeared around: my dad, Angela, Xavier, Ryan, Jacob, Leah – everyone I've been in contact with for the past year and a half – all dead. Murdered. A single bullet to the head.

"How could I possibly love you?" Edward questioned; his coal-black eyes danced with amusement. "You're weak…and a liar. No one will love you – no one loves a murderer. Who would love someone that will only cause them to die?"

He took a step forward. Edward's cold hands wrapped around my cheek, fingers caressing my cheek. "When a person learns to love, they must bear the risk of hatred as well." He grinned once more before he opened his mouth, forcing me to tilt my head to the side so he could –

I sat up straight in bed, gasping for air covered in cold sweat. My eyes scanned around the unfamiliar surroundings. The room is big…too big and so is the bed I'm lying on. I turned my head to see a half-naked man with an angel tattoo on his back shoulder on the balcony. Then it hit me. I'm in Costa Rica with Trevor. We are posing as a newlywed couple on their honeymoon. I climbed off the wide bed, put my hair in a high bun and walked outside in the steamy heat.

Trevor turned his head and handed me a water bottle. "I forgot what it was like to be in the sun," I said, taking a sip. "The sun probably shows up at least once a month in Forks."

"We'll be here for about a week so, you can get a tan easily." Trevor joked and I pushed him away, playfully. We stared at the beautiful, shiny ocean. "So, his name is Edward. You still talk in your sleep."

The only person who knows about Edward is Ryan and that was because of Maggie's funeral. "Yeah, I see him in them sometimes. You're there too."

"I don't think that makes me feel better."

I sighed. "Do we have to talk about this?"

"No. You can give me as many pieces as you want, Izzy but I am here if you want to give me the complete puzzle."

I turned and stared at him. His five o'clock was showing and he would need to shave before we go down for breakfast. His emerald eyes shining along with the blue ocean. Trevor is a handsome guy – man. He's not a teenager and neither was Edward, but he was a hundred-year-old vampire trapped in his teenage body. Trevor grew up in the last five years, stuck in the life Special Division forced on him.

"Would you have run away with me that night?"

"Izzy," Trevor moaned and looked at me.

"Just listen. Would you have to come with me?"

"What are you asking me? Would I have gone with you and lived with your family? Or would I have left Special Division?"

I shrugged. "Both?"

"I don't have a family to go back to Iz. It would be too much of a risk if I'd gone with you. I was nineteen years old; you were thirteen. You needed your parents more. And I had to stay behind. I don't like to think of the 'what if's' or 'would I' question games. I do that enough with Dahlia."

"I'm sorry. I don't want you to be angry."

"I'm not angry, just…what was your dream about? Your ex and I was there doing what?"

"Nothing. You died and Edward – killed me."

"With what weapon?"

With his teeth. "With his hands. What do you think it means?"

Trevor snorted. "I think that question is better suited for Dahlia. Why did he kill you?"

My eyes looked away from the green eyes and focused on the blue sky. "I was a hypocrite and a murderer. No one could love me – who would love a monster?"

"I would." I turned my head so fast that I felt the crack but ignored it to stare wide-eyed at Trevor. He nodded and put his hand around my neck. "I would because I am one too, remember? You stopped killing for a while, Izzy but I've never stopped. And there were times that I enjoyed what I did not because it meant I was taking away one evil off this earth but because…"

He couldn't finish. We both knew that if he said those last words out loud, then the truth would be out and about. I gave him a small smile before putting my arms around his waist. Squeezed him tight, putting all the love and kindness I could that's within my veins. Trevor placed his hands on my shoulders, squeezed them and pushed me away gently.

He cleared his throat. "You should get ready. We have to meet with the happy couple downstairs."

I nodded. I walked inside and grabbed my bag before stepping inside the big, white bathroom. My face was flushed, and my hair looked like a haystack. How attractive. I took out my toothbrush.

"Don't take too long getting ready."

I rolled my eyes. It wasn't like we were going to miss the Nelsons. They would be using the stolen money that they took from their investors and spending it on the lavish food served at the hotel. Unfortunately, I just realized that there was a light blue glass wall between the bedroom and bathroom. He would be able to see my silhouette and I would see his. If he does look, I will use my powers. And of course, I won't look…maybe.

After my cool shower, I changed into a strapless sparkling brown dress and put moose in my wet hair, hoping it would make it wavy. Trevor put on a white see-through shirt with brown pants and I couldn't believe how young he looks without the suit on. He looks very handsome.

"Don't forget your ring, Colleen," Trevor smirked, handing me the engagement and wedding ring. The engagement ring was gold and beautiful yet simple, but the wedding ring was a diamond ring. I could easily punch someone out with this ring. But I would be too scared to because it's expensive. Starving children and families could use this diamond. "Dahlia did go overboard with the ring, but it looks dashing on you."

"Thanks…Keith." I smiled and held out my hand. "Let's pretend we're married. But if you slap my bottom one more time, you're sleeping on the couch."

"I apologized." I narrowed my eyes at him. Trevor winced. "Yes, ma'am."

Edward's POV:

I stood in my room, holding the dark purple dress in my hands, inhaling Bella's sweet scent. Rosalie and Alice put their clothes and other belongings in their closets, but Bella's scent lingers in our rooms and throughout the rest of the house. It helps to smell her scent rather than focus on the wet wolves. A car was approaching the house with new smells, beating hearts, and clearer thoughts.

"FBI is here!" Emmett yelled.

"This is a nice place for a town doctor and fashion designer wife." The agent thought. It was the same man that was in Bella's room.

"Chief Swan and Special Agent Martin," I said as we walked downstairs with the rest of our family members.

"I hope they don't believe we have anything to do with Bella's disappearance or that we know anything about it." Esme thought filled with worry and helpless.

"They don't but believe that we might know something that Chief Swan doesn't," I reassured her and she patted my cheek with a sad smile.

Esme went to answer the door once the doorbell rang and allowed both to enter inside the house, exchanging words. "Chief Swan, we were going to leave the house to go see you when we heard the news about Bella. I am so sorry that this happened to you again."

"Thank you, Esme," Charlie said. His eyes caught me standing next to my brothers and now, I can see clearly through his head.

Bell sitting down across from him on the table, wearing the same clothes she wore when I took her to play baseball with us, before the James incident. "Dad I'm going be honest with you. I can't explain what is going on with me and Edward but it…I don't remember ever being this happy and comfortable in my life. I've liked Edward for a while, dad because in a sense he can read me –he understands who I am and he doesn't judge me. And I don't judge him. I can't explain what I feel for him because it is so –"

"Different," Charlie interrupted her.

"And he took that happiness away with him," Charlie thought bitterly. I don't blame him for hating me after what I did to Bella. If only he knew I was protecting her. But he wouldn't believe me – he might try to punch me and break his own hand.

"Carlisle, Esme this is Special Agent Martin from the FBI. He's here to help me figure out who took Bella."

"Beautiful people." He glanced at my parents to us. "Beautiful children – genetics or something but isn't they adopted?"

"Welcome. These are our children: Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, and Edward."

"Ah, the famous Edward Cullen," He thought. "He looks like a brooding heartbreaker."

I've been called worse but never heard that before in all my years.

"I know that you moved back in and want to get comfortable right away, but I have a few questions to ask you." Agent Martin said. "If you don't mind, I would like to ask all of you together in one setting."

Esme redirected us to the living room. She sat on the leather chair with Carlisle standing behind her, Alice and Rosalie sat on the couch with Emmett and Jasper standing behind them, I stood in between the couches, and the FBI agent and Chief Swan sat across from all of us on a different couch.

"This is such a waste of time," Rosalie thought. I snarled at my sister, but she just rolled her eyes. "You can get snappy with me all you want, Edward but it doesn't change anything. Bella's been missing for a month and now, the FBI involved?"

"My first question would be how did all of you become friends with Isabella?"

"Bella," I automatically said.

He glanced my way, confused but slowly understands why I said her nickname. "How did you become friends with Bella? From what Chief Swan told me, she didn't want any friends to begin with. So please explain."

"I gave her a ride home," I said, remembering that day. "Her truck got hit from another car at school and I thought she would want a ride from a teenager rather than her father."

"Saving her the humiliation?" He questioned. I smiled and nodded. "What did you learn from Bella in the car?"

"Her parents were murdered in front of her by a burglar," Rosalie said before I could. "Obviously that wasn't the full truth. A couple of days later, Emmett and I gave her a ride home and she started explaining to us why it would be a bad idea to date our brother."

"She said no matter what relationship you are in; someone always gets too emotionally attached and that would be the person that would end up getting hurt." Emmett finished and glanced my way with sympathy. "Sorry, bro."

"Then I asked her to come over to a sleepover." Alice pitched in, happily.

The agent raised his eyebrow, amused and in his thoughts, I could see his three daughters. He turned to Charlie, "And that would be the same time that Bradley and an unknown person nearly destroyed Bella's bedroom?"

"Correct."

"Bella didn't want to make any friends because she was afraid of losing them," Carlisle spoke up. "She believed she would rather lose possible friends alive rather than have them be dead."

The agent nodded his head. "Did she mention anything about her past?"

I thought back for a moment and remembered the day she decided to ditch with me during the blood testing. "She told me that originally there were supposed to be fourteen children to escape that winter. Three of them died and she watched the fourth one, Zach, die in front of her. I don't think she's ever gotten over that."

In the agent's thoughts, countless images of dead children flickered through his mind like a film. He cleared his throat. "Edward, you were in a relationship with Bella and obviously spent more time with her than anyone. Didn't you ever want to ask her questions about her past and what happened?"

"Of course, I did," I answered.

"But?"

"I pressured her because she was having nightmares when she slept over here one night and she didn't talk to me or any of my siblings for the rest of the day," I explained to him. "But I was worried, Agent Martin. She had nightmares every night and never talked about them. Bella was always hesitant to say what's on her mind or what to say next, but it was never the entire truth."

"So, you believed that she was lying to you?"

"Not on the important parts. Bella…she has bricks around herself and when one falls down, there's another behind it."

"Just like Xander Preston and the others," he thought. He nodded and stood up. "Thank you that's all. If there is anything else, I will call you."

"Agent," Alice spoke up, standing up. He and Charlie turned around. "Bella is a fighter. She doesn't give up."

"Yeah I know but I'm afraid that when we do find Bella, it won't be the one that was taken." Agent Martin thought as he stared at my pixie sister. He nodded his head and walked out of the house without another word. Charlie soon followed him.

"Well, that went evidently well, don't you think?" questioned Rosalie, looking bored.

"We told the truth and that's what's important," Esme said. "I only hope that it was enough."

"But he will come back," Jasper spoke up. "He's curious about us and he knows we are hiding something about Bella…maybe something we'd never taken into consideration."

"And now we are back to: 'how well do we really know Bella?'" Rosalie said, mocking Jasper's voice from hours earlier.

"Rosalie, that's enough. This is serious. Who knows what happened to Bella in the past month?" Carlisle said sternly.

"You of all people should understand what it's like to be taken from your own free will," I commented and received a hated glare in return. She walked past me, walking up the stairs.

"That was uncalled for, Edward." Emmett groaned and rubbed his head. "You sure know how to make things better." He said and followed his wife.

"Edward, you are going to apologize to your sister later when both of you calm down," Esme warned me in her threatening yet motherly tone. "But first, you and Alice are going to help me finish the living room."

"Yes, mom."

Jasper's POV:

"Jasper, be careful," Alice whispered before kissing me gently on the lips. Alice knows that I need to do this. It was the only way to receive some answers. Besides, it was better to do this while Charlie is at the station with the FBI agent and everyone else is out hunting.

I ran outside of our home and jumped inside Bella's room. Edward wasn't lying about the mess and the smell of faint blood left behind. Charlie left it this way to find more clues that perhaps others missed. This is a good opportunity to take.

Whoever attacked Bella was stronger and more lethal. They knew to attack her father first – go after the weak spot and use it to their advantage. Have Bella be more emotional – anger, despair can make a person be sloppy in their fighting. But still, …they took her and some of her belongings. Why? What are they planning to do with Bella? Is it a fate worse than death?"

"And how would you know how I feel, Jasper Hale?"

There was a photo frame of Bella's mother and stepfather on the floor. The glass was cracked and little droplets of Bella's blood around it.

"The past does change you into becoming something you never thought you would be. But there is something else…the present overcomes the past. You just have to believe it."

Carefully, I went through her desk, hoping that there is a clue of her disappearance or maybe I am just looking for a clue to what she's been hiding. I still have the paperwork of those criminals with me and I haven't told anyone. Though, I shouldn't be surprised if Alice saw it in her vision or snooped through my things on a hunch. My fingers played inside the desk drawers until something snapped opened. Something was hidden inside the drawer.

Look underneath the underneath.

I lifted the lid. There was a gun and a dagger.

"I don't believe in anything anymore. The past will always haunt me, no matter where I go."

I shouldn't touch it. The FBI could come back to check over this room if they haven't already. But who knows if they would've found this hiding spot? Was Bella this paranoid about her kidnappers? No, she wasn't. Bella was preparing for a battle. Bradley came after her, Maggie died. Ryan was almost killed by James, Bella still ended up in the hospital.

I put everything back to where it was before Jacob Black stepped inside the house. He came alone and in a motorcycle. I walked out of Bella's room, stood near the doorway and looked down at the clothed werewolf.

"Why are you here, leech?"

"I want to help."

"You and your family have done enough to this family." He growled. "Get out."

"You and your pack hate my family for obvious reasons but whether you believe it or not, we do care about Bella. I care about Bella. She brought happiness and light into our lives. Contrary to what you have heard, being around humans isn't easy – neither is befriending them. For Carlisle and Esme, it's easier because they are adults and physically are in their twenties. But my siblings, my wife, and I – we are trapped in between teenager and adulthood."

"Bella mentioned that you and Emmett are really twenty years old."

"Yes. Alice nineteen, Rosalie eighteen, and Edward seventeen. But I am older than everyone. I am a hundred and sixty-four-year-old vampire that is struggling to be a vegetarian." I told him. "My life…Alice and I are the only ones that weren't sired by Carlisle, we have lived a difficult human and vampire life before him."

I wasn't going to tell the wolf about Alice's horrendous human life. He does not deserve to know her secrets.

"Besides my problem with my diet, Bella made life simpler. She had her secrets, yes, but she let her guard down with us little by little. I liked being her friend. She wasn't afraid of me."

"If you cared about Bella so much, then why did you say goodbye to her?"

I looked away, ashamed. "I thought she hated me for what did to her on her birthday."

"She didn't." I looked at Jacob. He scoffed. "She didn't hate you, it's like you said you had problems and she understood. But Bells thought you were her friends, not cowards. You could've prepared for what was going to happen. Your brother left her in the fucking woods. We had to do a search party."

"We couldn't because –"

"Because of your mind reading brother," Jacob growled. "Bella hates surprises. She hates being unprepared. And yeah, I'm talking in present tense while you're talking as if she's dead!"

"Of course, she's not! But I'm here to help find her – I have more resources than Chief Swan and that FBI have." I said and Jacob scoffed, shaking his head. "Does she hate us that much?"

"She hates your brother…. not as much as she hates her captors. And that's saying something."

"You were in our house," I commented changing the subject. "Don't deny it because your scent and your friends were all over our house. You even left a dress behind. Why was Bella in our house? What was the reason she was using it?"

"Maybe she needed more space," Jacob shrugged as his eyes glanced around the house. He stood downstairs while I was upstairs. It made it easier for both of us. "I grew up with twin sisters and I still don't understand women and their clothes."

"You're lying. You know the reason."

"That doesn't mean I'm going to tell what it is."

"And the police? I think they will be interested to learn that Bella was using our house for more reasons than closet space."

"And what do you think they will do? You were gone. There's no evidence to go after us especially on the rev. You don't have anything." Jacob said. "But you found her weapons and you know that wherever she is…Bella is fighting her way back to us."

I stared. "She told you. Bella told you of her past." It wasn't a question.

"It wasn't like she had a choice. She was going to tell you and your family before the party – hell even after what happened but everyone was ignoring her. She was trying to tell that leech, but he broke up with her first before she could get a word in."

My eyes widen in shock. Bella trusted us and she was going to tell us the truth even after what I tried to do to her on her birthday. She found people she could rely on…only we ended up shattering her dream of telling the truth. If we did say goodbye to her before Edward could, would she have told us the truth? If that paper cut didn't happen, would she have told us the truth?

"You can't think of the 'what if's'. It doesn't do any good." Jacob whispered. "The only thing you can do is help the FBI and tell them the truth. You can't live Forks and search for her. She could be anywhere by now."

"That doesn't mean we give up."

"Who says I'm giving up? I have faith in her. I've watched her for three months fighting so hard to not…" Jacob stopped talking and took a deep breath. "The pack and I are not giving up."

"Neither are we. We have friends in high places that can help us. I am not letting Edward go through an eternity of self-indulgence for what he said to Bella. He loves her, he still cares about her. I don't care if you believe me or not. It all depends if Bella does."

We both turned our heads at a car's headlights hit inside the house. "Charlie's home," Jacob said. "I drove here so I don't know what your excuse will be when he finds you outside his daughter's room."

"He won't find out."

I went back inside her bedroom as Jacob opened the front door, greeting to Chief Swan. He was telling him that the door was unlocked, and he brought dinner. His own dad was eating with Old Quil and the other elders for tonight. There were no more hiding spots in her desk. My hands went to the bookcase and I did find a folder that was thin enough to go behind the bookcase and the wall. I escaped from the room before that dog could make a comment about hearing a sound upstairs.

Unexpectedly, I arrived back home to find Rosalie in the living room watching television in her jeans and long sleeves. She had covered bottle of fresh animal blood and handed it to me. "I thought you were going out," I said and took a large gulp. "How did you do this?"

"Emmett and I left early to go hunting before anyone else came. And he thought it would be funny to bring something back for you. Even though, you and Alice had already gone hunting." She said and glanced over at me. "What is that? Where were you?"

"I found this in Bella's room. She hid it."

That caught her attention. Even if she doesn't show it, Rosalie does care about Bella in her own way. They have similarities. Both are survivors, fierce protectors of their loved ones, and want a better future. Rosalie is glad that Bella knows how to defend herself, my adoptive sister always hated the suffering fates of women that become victims of sexual assault and abuse.

"Agent Martin found a gun in her room, but I found another one and a knife in her desk. And…" I haven't told anyone about the other folder that I found in Bella's room months ago about the murder of Peter in Port Angeles. Rosalie can keep a secret but not for long, especially not from Emmett or Esme. "And Bella was prepared for an attack but that night, something was different."

"They got to her, Jasper. She fought back as hard as she could."

"Was she scared?" I wondered.

"She probably was," Rosalie said and glanced back at the TV. "But it doesn't mean she had to show it to anyone. Girls like her try to hide it."

I nodded in agreement and went back to my bedroom. I could hear Alice rearranging Carlisle and Esme's room. I sat down and emptied the folder out. The last folder I took had newspaper clippings, photos of ex-criminals crossed out but this one…ripped pages from a composition book with a list of dates and times of kidnappings that took place…. a month after Bella came back to Forks…in December 1999.

Names were crossed out as well: Jaden Evans, Mateo Lopez, and Benjamin Carter. But there were question marks on other names: Xander Preston, Ryan Hunter, and Maia Martinez. Seven children escaped in 1999 – now there are four survivors left. I looked down to see that Bella made a note on the bottom of the page:

"Do people have a purpose when they are born? When we are born into a new world, does that mean we have an important duty?"

Was this a rhetorical question? Or were you really hoping for an answer, Bella?

Bella, what secrets were you hiding from us? And would I be able to figure it out before something happens to you?

Bella's POV:

I moaned as I fell onto the bed on my stomach. Trevor chuckled behind me and patted my leg, so I could turn over onto my back. He bent down to remove my sandal heels and rubbed my feet for a moment. I whimpered. "You can get a foot massage later. I'm going to go to the market to get some food. Do you want anything?"

We spent the entire day with the Nelson couple, and they were very…passionate people that could not stop touching one another in affection. It was very uncomfortable, and Trevor and I had to become affectionate as well but obviously, not like them. Hand holding, kissing cheeks, atrocious pet names.

"Strawberries, grapes, and chocolate."

"Are you trying to seduce me, Miss. Swan? What's next? A bubble bath?"

I scoffed and threw a pillow at him, which he caught easily. "Get out here, oh fake husband of mine."

"I'll be back, wifey!" Trevor yelled and closed the door behind him.

I stayed in bed, lifting my wedding finger out and stared at the gold ring. I've always wondered what it would be like to marry someone and be committed to them till death…wake up every day, every night sleep with that person next to you. Bridget and Craig have known each other for years and have been married for a year but the way they are with one another…it reminds me of Rosalie and Emmett. An eternal love that's limitless.

Our cover story was that we've known each other since high school but nothing couldn't happen between us. He was a senior and I was a sophomore when we first met. All we could do was talk and sometimes flirt. But then, he spotted me my first week of college and we started out as friends because I was in a relationship with my high school boyfriend. I was committed to one man while my heart wanted another. I wanted to kill Dahlia when I read the background story on the plane ride. It felt…too close to home.

"You started out as friends again, but you ended up falling in love with her?" Craig asked Trevor over lunch.

"Yes. I didn't want that to happen because we became best friends and she was with another man. It wasn't fair to either of us. But I fell in love with Collen." Trevor smiled at me and grabbed my hand to kiss it. "I finally understood what true love meant…love meant you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be."

I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes because he took that quote from Nicolas Sparks. But my stomach clenched at those intense green eyes. The line was blurry. It was real.

I shook my head, not wanting to overthink that. It's not like Trevor could develop feelings for me over a month. And I can't have feelings for him. I turned my head to see a disposable phone in Trevor's bag and realized it was the same phone we used when I was in Forks. Immediately, I grabbed it and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello?" There was a moment of silence until I heard a pitch breath. "Bella, is that you?"

"How's my favorite wolf?" I asked, smiling.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm alive. I'm on an assignment." I couldn't explain or describe the situation. it was better that Jacob knew less. "I don't have much time but how's my dad doing? Okay?"

"He's alive but he's been a mess, Bells. He misses you. And the FBI is here." Damn it. Trevor was right. "Don't worry, Seth and I took your clothes out of the Cullen's house, but we didn't have time to get your weapons or money."

I wasn't worried about those. I was more worried if they go behind my bookcase or go through the hidden spots on my desk. But I was grateful that Seth and Jacob took my undercover clothes. It's not like Charlie or the FBI would go to that empty house but people in town may have noticed me driving that way and might put two and two together. Although, they would probably think I was doing drugs with the rumors that spread about Sam's pack and the overgrown teenage boys.

"Jake, is there something else I need to know about?"

A long pause. "Victoria is dead."

Good. One vampire out of my life for good.

"Bella, when are you coming back?"

"I-I can't. Jake, I can't. There's too much work to be done and I'm on the inside now. I can do more here than I could do out there. But there's answers and more questions and it's chaotic at the moment." I explained. "Is there anything else I should know about?"

There was another long pause and I wondered if he was busy with the pack or schoolwork. "No, no. Everything is good, and nothing new is happening except for the FBI agent. But we're worried about you, Bells. Please be careful."

I couldn't help but smirk, "I always am."

A/N: I don't know why I enjoy writing Jasper's POV. He is a kindred spirit to Bella. Maybe I should write more scenes of them together - in a platonic way! I know there are people who "ship" them together. And Jacob is hiding something from Bella! Poor Bella.

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