Your Voice Was All I Heard by twimamma.pdf

Your Voice Was All I Heard by twimamma

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5888382/1/Your_Voice_Was_All_I_Heard

Bella is hiding from the same past that Edward can't forget. Soul mates lost. "You don't understand,

Jasper, I can't let her go. I still feel her." Love, Loss, Sex, Lies & an unbreakable bond. Rockerward.

CANON pairings with LEMON zest. AU/AH E/B

Prologue: You've Learned to Hide So Well

Bella's POV – September, 2010

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to welcome those three Cullen brothers you've all been waiting to

see. Straight from their Twilight World Tour - put your hands together for Midnight Sun ! " Jay David

O'Brien's polished talk show host voice bellowed into the microphone over the cacophony of shrill

screams and applause which had erupted through MTV's Time Square studio.

No, no, no, no, no! I thought to myself in sudden panic as fear and anger seized me simultaneously.

"Alice Brandon, what have you done?" I demanded bitterly, scowling at my best friend and grabbing

her arms tightly with my trembling hands. Every muscle in my body was constricting as the last

vestiges of my sanity evaporated, and my defenses reached DEFCON 1.

"Calm down, Bella. This is your birthday present," she said, gently pulling away and gesturing toward

the brightly lit set. "I brought you to see your favorite band." She looked at me expectantly, but I

refused to remove the glower I currently had trained on her annoyingly perky face. I knew Alice's

intentions had been benevolent, but that didn't change the fact that my birthday surprise had just

become incredibly dangerous.

"One would think you'd be grateful that your best friend is so considerate and well-connected," she

said sarcastically. When I didn't laugh, she continued. "Come on, Bella. Would you please relax? Try

to have some fun for once, okay? Seriously, you don't always have to be so responsible. It's not like I

asked you to shave your head," she nipped patronizingly. "Though, I will say you have a few split ends

that could definitely use some attention." She grabbed a lock of my hair between two fingers and

held it up to my face to accentuate her point.

I rolled my eyes and sucked in a calming breath. I knew Alice had been up to something, but it didn't

really matter at the time. This was just supposed to be a fun night out for a change. I was now kicking

myself for my apparent shortsightedness. I never should have given her free reign over my birthday. I

knew better than to relinquish that sort of control.

"Alice, you don't understand," I pleaded. "I can't be here. You have to get me out of here before

heIstoppedmid-sentence, paralyzed by the familiar tug suddenly pulling at my chest. I had always

felt a strange connection to him . Goose bumps and heart palpitations were the tell tale signs that he

was close. My skin began to redden with a familiar tingle even before he appeared as a stunning

vision before me. He was here. My legs felt like lead weights, so I stood petrified, watching my heart

and soul move across the stage. He was flanked on either side by his brothers, Jasper and Emmett.

They were my brothers, too.

To have said that the eight years I'd spent without Edward Cullen were painful would have been a

gross understatement. But now, here I was again, not fifty feet away from the most strikingly

beautiful man I had ever known. I kept my eyes planted firmly on him, watching as he stepped up to

the microphone to begin his performance. He was older. His skin was still pale, but rougher and more

haggard. His reddish brown hair was as disheveled as always and falling sexily into his penetrating

emerald eyes. His body was more tone and fit than I remembered. While still lean, his muscles were

well defined and clearly visible beneath his tight black and gray t-shirt. I was still pissed at Alice, but I

had to admit that I was also grateful for whatever forces brought me to this moment.

The band began to play behind Edward, and I inhaled deeply, unable to ignore the longing twisting its

way through my body. His essence was palpable to me. I could sense him coursing through my veins

as surely as I would have had he been holding me in his strong arms. My nerves rumbled as he

missed his mark. I could see his frustration. His eyes were searching the crowd, seeking something

out. Can he feel me too? He turned to look over his shoulder at Jasper, who shook his head subtly

and replayed the previous chords. Fear should have sent me running, but I couldn't look away.

I studied the man whom I'd always loved as he scrunched his long fingers through his hair. He inhaled

deeply and finally began to sing, his angular jaw moving seductively with the passing lyrics. Every

detail was perfect – better than I remembered. From the way the muscles in his forearms flexed

while he gripped the microphone, to the predictable way he cocked his head slightly to the side

when the first crescendo of the song began to build, everything about him called to me. I gave into

my baser urges and just stared at his spectacular form. My eyes traveled unabashedly up his body,

taking in every breathtaking detail until a shiny silver disc just above his collarbone caught my eye.

My breath hitched in my throat when I saw it .

Charlie's amulet.

It was suspended from a thinly braided, black leather chain and calling to me like a beacon from

Edward's perfectly sculpted neck. The amulet was a small platinum disc, embossed with the Swan

family crest. The moment I realized what it was, I thought back to the day it passed from my father to

me. Charlie had been fighting valiantly, but he knew his time was limited. He pulled me closer and

spoke the words I would never forget.

"I don't have much to give you Bells, but know that even when I'm gone, I will still look after you,"

Charlie's frail voice mumbled through the words as salty tears stained my cheeks. I was fifteen at the

time. My mother had died giving birth to me, so it had always just been the two of us. With no other

family to speak of, I would be alone once he closed his eyes for the final time.

"I want you to take this." He pushed the amulet into my hand and carefully closed my palm around it.

"Let it be a reminder of where you come from and who you are. Let it be a reminder that, even if you

can't see me, I am always looking out for you from heaven. You've made me so proud, baby girl." He

took several more shallow ragged breaths before he uttered his very last thoughts in a raspy whisper.

"I'm so sorry that I have to go. I love you, Bells. Promise me you'll be happy. Please, promise me." His

words broke my heart. I would miss him terribly, and I honestly wasn't sure if I would survive it, but I

had to put on a strong face for him.

"I promise Daddy. I'll be okay," I lied. "I love you."

"Love you for eternity, daughter." My father died with the echo of his words still hanging in the air

around us.

I wore Charlie's necklace every single day until the accident. When I awoke in the hospital, it was

missing. I had always assumed it had been lost on the highway, violently ripped from me like

everything else in my life. Now that it obviously had been found, I only had one question in my mind:

How in the hell did Edward get it?

"Bella, come on, please smile!" Alice's now agitated voice tore me from my paralysis, and the panic

instantly returned. The music was beginning to fade as Jasper and Emmett played the last few notes

of Shadow of the Day , the latest Midnight Sun single. Once the music died out completely, the

audience would settle into their seats, and I wouldn't be hidden anymore. We had to leave, and we

had to do it immediately.

"Alice, you have to get me out of here; Edward can't see me. Please, please!" I begged. I picked up

my purse and was about to grab my sweater when the expression on her face stopped me. I instantly

knew I had said too much.

"What?" she questioned, interest clearly piqued. "What do you mean 'Edward can't see you'? How

the hell do you know Edward, and why don't I know anything about this? I'm your best friend, Bella,"

she said, dismissing my panic and gesturing adamantly toward the stage for what had to be the third

time in as many minutes. I knew it wouldn't take her long to put the pieces together, and I was right

on the mark. About two seconds after the words left her mouth, Alice turned back to me with wild,

fiery eyes.

"NoEffingWy!sheexclimed,enuncitingechwordTheeyeshesTonyHisnmewsonly

a quiet murmur on her lips. It wasn't a question.

"It's not what you think, Alice. Please, get me out of here, and I'll explain everything, I promise." I

knew it was too late. I could already see the wheels turning in Alice's head. She was putting more and

more of the puzzle together.

"The hell you say!" she snapped at me. "I've been trying to get this out of you for years. It ends,

now." Alice started looking around, her eyes finally landing on a teenage girl in the row just in front

of us. She tapped on her shoulder, deliberately eyeing me as she did so. The girl, who was

unknowingly about to ruin me, turned with a smile.

"Excuse me," Alice started in her most chipper, non-affronting voice. "My friend and I can't

remember; what's Edward's full name?"

"That's an easy one," the young girl beamed back at us. Here it comes, I cringed to myself. "It's

Edward Anthony Masen Cullen." And there it was. All of Alice's suspicions and questions were just

answered in those four beautiful words.

"Thanks, you're a doll," Alice chirped as she turned back to glare at me menacingly. "Isabella Marie

Swan, I can't believe you!" she snarled her words at me through clenched teeth. "How many times

did we talk about him? You never once so much as even hinted. This is a pretty major detail you left

out, don't you think?" My mind was a flurry of emotions. I wasn't entirely sure how to respond, but I

had to give her something.

"Alice, please," I begged, unleashing the most beseeching tone I had in my limited arsenal. "I promise

that I'll answer any question you have, but we can't be here anymore." I looked nervously at Edward,

but his eyes were mercifully closed as he sang into the microphone. "You don't understand. This is

complicated. It's not what you think." The problem was that I really didn't want to leave, and I knew

she could see right through me. For the first time in years, the gaping hole in my stomach had closed.

Being in the same room as Edward brought me home again, and I wasn't ready to give that up. I was

so torn. Staying could be devastating to both of our lives, but going would be excruciating, if not

impossible at this point. I wasn't sure if I had the strength to walk away twice in the same lifetime.

"Look, its dark in the audience," she reasoned in a low comforting voice. "He won't be able to see

you with the lights shining on him anyway. We're not leaving, Bella. Not now. You don't really want

to leave anyway. Your words might be telling me to help you run, but I know you. Your eyes are

telling me not to let you go. I'm not going to let you run from him," she assured me, gripping my

hand. "I'm here, Bella. You can do this." Alice practically bounced as we stood there. "Edward

freaking Cullen. I just can't believe it. We will have words about this, and you will explain everything -

with vivid details," she concluded with a wink and a devilishly playful smirk.

I smiled. She was right. I was playing with fire, but I could do this if she was next to me. "Okay, but no

hanging around after the show," I compromised. "We'll sit here in the dark, and when the show ends,

you get me the hell out of here. He can't know I'm here. I can't talk to him. Deal?"

"Deal!" She hugged me tightly as the band sounded the last note, and we took our seats. "Does

he?shewhisperedtenttivelyintomyerShedidntneedtofinishherthoughtIknewwhtshe

was asking, and this wasn't the time.

"Alice, please not here." I gave her my most pitiful eyes to help convince her.

"That's what I thought," she responded knowingly.

I said nothing. There was no need to hide from her. She sat pensively for a moment, and we both

watched as Edward, Jasper and Emmett took their respective seats next to Jay on the set. Alice had

always been very adept at reading situations. While there were several pieces of this story that even

her freakishly keen intuition couldn't guess, I knew it wouldn't be long before she figured out the

broad strokes. That didn't mean I was going to help, at least not here, sitting in a television studio.

The interview was underway, and I listened intently, allowing his warm velvet voice to envelop me. It

had always been soothing to me. I often listened to Midnight Sun through my iPod at night to fall

asleep, letting his music cover me like a security blanket. Edward's voice had carried me through

most of the important moments of my life, and he didn't even know it. I'd never let him go. Ever

"Let's see if we have any audience questions, shall we?" Jay's voice boomed into the crowd. The

audience consisted of probably one hundred-fifty people or so, and dozens of their hands shot up for

a chance to talk to the band. We listened to the questions and answers for a moment before Alice's

eyes went wide again. She had figured something out. I braced myself, waiting for her next move.

"Oh my God, the bells!" she spoke excitedly. "Sweetie, he still loves you. I know it." Alice's tone was

naively hopeful and supportive. She had no idea what Edward and I were up against.

"No Alice, he doesn't. It was a long time ago. It's the past. You're reading too much into things." I

knew it was bullshit. He wouldn't be wearing Charlie's amulet if he didn't still care about me. He

wouldn't have sent me hundreds of emails to a dead account, if he wasn't still as irrevocably drawn

to me as I was to him. I knew without question that we would always love one another.

"I can think of one very important reason why it is most definitely not the past," she said sternly.

"Plus, he does love you, Bella. It's obvious, and sweetheart, I know you love him, too, so drop the act.

You have to talk to him."

"It's not obvious at all, and you promised. I can't talk to him. You have no idea what you're messing

with, Alice. We're just going to sit here, and then, when the show ends, we'll go." I'm sure she did not

miss the fact that I didn't deny my own feelings for Edward. How could I?

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