Marrisa is an impossible girl.
She is Bella's adopted sister.
She is Jasper Whitlock's lost wife.
And she's older than anyone could fathom.
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Edward drove Bella home in her truck, planning on staying near by until Charlie went to bed. He winced, hearing Jasper's thoughts.
"What's wrong?" Bella noticed him wince.
"Jasper broke down. He blames himself," Edward sighed.
"But he had no idea!" Bella complained.
"I know," Edward said.
They soon pulled up into the gravel drive of Charlie's home.
"I'll be back soon," Edward whispered and planted a kiss on Bella's cheek. He disappeared.
Bella sighed and grabbed up her bag, slugging into the house.
"Bells?" Charlie called.
"Yeah, dad," she croaked. Damn it.
Charlie popped around the corner, looking concerned.
"Are you okay?"
"Um, yeah. Just a hard day."
"Where is Marrisa? Do you know why all of the ligh bulbs are busted?"
Bella's eyes widened. All of the lights? She then realized that she hadn't come up with a lie. She supposed she could tell half of the truth.
"She's... she's finally grieving," Bella said solemnly.
Charlie's face fell.
"She told me how it happened. How she lost her husband and daughter," she sniffed.
"How?" Charlie asked.
"Um, her husband died in the Civil War," Bella wiped away her tears. "Her daughter died when she was only three years old."
Charlie sighed, rubbing his face.
"She was murdered. She was just a baby! They broke into her house and made her watch!" Bella started to sob. She covered her face and willed herself to stop crying.
Charlie rushed to Bella and crushed her into a hug. He held her until she had ceased the tears.
"Where is she now?" Charlie gruffed.
"She's with Carlisle," Bella lied. "I took her to the Cullen's to meet them and she had panic attack. He's keeping an eye on her."
Charlie nodded. "Dr. Cullen is a good man."
"He is. I'm going to bed. Night," Bella sighed.
"Night," Charlie mumbled.
Edward was waiting, perched on her bed with a sympathetic expression. Bella walked right into his arms, wanting to be held. They lay down together, Edward humming her lullaby. Bella wondered if he'd go back home tonight.
"How long are you going to stay?"
"Well, Alice says that we won't be going back home until the end of the weekend," Edward said.
