This Is Who I Am

Chapter Sixteen

Edward's P.O.V

I didn't know where exactly to go after I stormed out of my apartment, so I just drove with no particular goal in mind. It reminded me of the time, not so long ago, when I stormed out of my mother's house after she wouldn't answer my questions regarding my father. Now that those questions have been answered and I got even more than what I barged in for - that's counting Bella's sudden revelation -, I also stormed out of the apartment.

It wasn't until I reached Downtown San Diego that I realized that going back to the deserted ally wasn't a good idea. That's how I found my way driving over to Emmett's house. It came to a shock for his parents to see a half dead, half alive twenty something year old man standing on their doorway asking for their son at midnight. They've just arrived from their trip to somewhere and I guess this was something they weren't expecting. Emmett soon explained that I was a friend from the hospital and I was welcomed with open arms inside their home. His mother offered to make me some coffee and something to eat - as sweet as she could and giving me a warm smile while her husband retreated back to their room -. It was something that I was starving for since I hadn't eaten anything in all day but I politely declined.

Emmett then dragged me to his basement/room/personal gym and asked me what the hell was I doing there in the middle of the night. We sat down on his reclining couch with beers in our hands and I told him everything, from the accident at the diner to Bella's revelation that there was someone else. It took me a good two hours to tell this to him and it made me feel like my mother for a short second. When I was done, we both sat there blankly staring out into space with our fourth or fifth beer bottle in hand.

"Shit, man." Was all what he could manage to say after ten minutes in silence.

"Yup."

I take a drink from my beer.

"I don't understand, though," he said thoughtfully. "I would have expected this from anyone. Literally anyone. Fuck, I would have expected it from Rosalie. But, Bella? No, I wouldn't expect that from her."

I shrug. "Neither did I. I guess you never really know someone until their true colors are shown."

"No, man. I can't believe this, there has to be a good explanation for all this..."

"I'm tired, Emmett," I whisper. "I'm really tired of listening to excuses."

"Then what are you going to do?" He asked.

"I don't know." I chug the rest of my beer and drop the bottle on the floor. "It's really confusing. My mother insists that what happened to me was due to a car crash but then when I think about it, I see an office on fire. She says it's normal, that it's my brain mixing images together."

"Why don't you search it up?"

I look at him. "What?"

"Yeah, look it up. The news covers everything these days, I'm sure something about your crash has been put up in the news."

I think about it. This is actually a good idea, the first good idea he ever head. I could search it up both here and in Chicago, see if I can find something about my accident then I'll finally know. Yes, I can do that.

"Can I borrow your computer?" I ask.

"It's three in the morning, dude," he says with a yawn. "We'll do it in the morning. Wanna crash on the couch?"

I yawn. "Yeah, it's oddly comfortable."

"It is." He throws me a blanket. "Good night!"

"Night."