Author's Note: I hate Twilight. I just thought I would put that out there first. I do, however, enjoy the characters and I wanted to try out an idea I had in my head with the characters in an alternate, human-only universe. I truly believe that in order to be a better writer, it is imperative to write on something you hate to gain perspective and hone writing skills. My old English teacher in high school drilled it into my head which is why most of my papers for her class involved "The Bell Jar" in some way. Hahaha. I also wanted to let everyone know that I will not bash the book and that this simply my creative take using Stephanie Meyer's characters. With that said, I do not own nor do I ever want to own Twilight and all original characters belong to Stephanie Meyer and company. Until next time. –B

Chapter One:

"Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand."

― W.B. Yeats

Brandon Bails on New York Fashion Week

As I am sure my readers are already well aware, Alice Brandon is a true up-and-coming fashion icon. Alice was only seventeen when she dived headfirst into the land of Chanel, Dolce, and Gabanna and she has been turning heads in recent years by not only modeling, but by becoming a highly sought-after designer as well. The rest, as they say, is history. However, I regret that I must now crush many of your dreams by informing you that it seems Alice has taken off from New York and has already pulled her line from next month's iconic New York showing. While rumors cannot be confirmed, it seems a family tragedy happened last weekend and Alice's older brother, Dr. Edward Cullen, was involved in a fatal car accident. Their father, Carlisle Cullen, is the CEO of Cullen Enterprises and it is said that with his son's passing, Brandon will be taking over the helm as the new CEO. As the company has shareholders in a vast majority of networks, I am sure Cullen Enterprises need look no further for their debut into the fashion empire with Alice Brandon at the wheel. While the family has not spoken to the press, we offer our sincerest condolences to Alice and her family during this time of mourning. We hope to see the fashion pixie next month in New York even if she is no longer participating herself. Until then, dear readers, we will have to sustain ourselves with last month's fashion show in Milan as we all wait with baited breath for the New York Fashion Week to begin in October…

I dropped the magazine I had been reading back into my lap and resisted the urge to tear it into little pieces. One line. One line was all that was mentioned about my father. He was a famous neurosurgeon who had saved countless lives at the Seattle Children's Neurology hospital and he was a damn good doctor. But he was only worth one line in US Weekly. One line. Everything else was about Aunt Alice. Not that it surprised me in the slightest. My Aunt was one of the most influential fashion icons in the world right now. If she left her apartment wearing a garbage bag as a dress, while some would mock her, most would end up copying her the next day. She had been on talk shows, hosted interviews, held elaborate parties at her New York apartment, and had even been asked to participate as a model in the Victoria's Secret fashion show next year. My Grandfather, Carlisle, had nearly had a heart attack when she had jokingly told him she was thinking about accepting the offer. I rolled the magazine up and began tapping it against my leg. I hated having to wait. It stressed me out. I especially hated waiting for people who should have shown up two hours ago. For having to be punctual about deadlines, my Aunt was notorious for making her family wait around for her. I sighed deeply, earning an annoyed look from my other Aunt, Rosalie. She was texting furiously on her phone as both my brother and I had given up on talking almost as soon as we sat down. My brother sat on the couch farthest away from us. He had earbuds in his ears and a White Sox baseball cap pulled almost over his eyes. His fingers moved rapidly across his PSP console and he remained completely unaware of the situation at hand. I groaned loudly as I glanced at the clock and realized only a minute had passed since the last time I had glanced at it. We were at my grandparent's home in Forks, Washington as it was the only space big enough for all of us to be comfortable. Alice had requested meeting here to go over my father's paperwork and his will and the rest of the family had agreed besides me. I had protested driving all the way from Seattle but Alice had insisted and what Alice wanted, Aunt Alice got.

"Did you read this yet, Aunt Rose?" I asked, holding up the still rolled magazine. Rose looked up from her phone and shook her head no. I scoffed.

"One line about dad. The rest about Aunt Alice; fashion guru of first world nations." I said, sarcasm dripping off of my every word. Rose gave me one of her famous glares. She was already upset about my dad but she had had to cope with her teenage, sarcastic niece and autistic nephew since last Friday. She was sure to crack soon from the pressure.

"Don't." she warned, "I know you hate the world right now but don't you dare take it out on your Aunt. She doesn't write those articles and she reads them even less than you do." With that, she resumed texting on her phone, a crease appearing between her eyebrows.

I shot her a glare of my own but kept my mouth shut. I ran a hand through my long hair and then grimaced. I couldn't remember the last time I had taken a shower and I was still wearing the clothes I had put on two days ago. Worn Converses, faded jeans, ripped softball t-shirt, and my ex-boyfriend's track hoodie completed my attire. My Aunt Alice would have a fit when she saw me. To say I was on edge would be an understatement. My father had been driving his beloved car to L.A. for some type of work conference when he was struck by another vehicle and crashed into a utility pole. There was nothing the E.R. could do, as it was already too late by the time the ambulance had arrived on the scene. My father, the best neuro-surgeon in Seattle, had been pronounced brain dead before even arriving at the hospital. I had been babysitting my twin cousins as well as my brother, Mason, when my Aunt Rosalie had gotten the call about the accident. My father's funeral was not for another two days as there were people flying from all around the world to be there but I was not sure if my mind was mentally prepared for that day yet. I drummed my fingers on the arm rest and sighed again. My little cousins had been told to give me wide berth since that fateful day which meant I could not even count on them to serve as a distraction. I felt like a ticking time bomb. The only one who would put up with me right now was my Aunt Rose because she matched each of my snarky responses with a well-timed come back. Abruptly, I stood and walked over to the window. Rain streaked the window panes, which happened quite often in Seattle. It seemed fitting that the world outside was falling apart but I had yet to break down. I pulled my long hair into a messy pony-tail as I looked over my shoulder at Mason. He hated storms but with his headphones in, he couldn't hear the thunder. I knew my family was worried that we had not reacted to the news yet. It worried the rest of our family that we could compartmentalize like that but it was something we had always done. Push down the feelings until they don't hurt anymore. Mason had not reacted to the news at all except to ask when Dad was going to be home to play the piano. He had thrown a tantrum until I made a copy of a CD called Bella's Lullaby that had Dad playing many of our favorite songs on the piano for his Ipod. I was pretty sure he listened to it on repeat but at least he had stopped throwing things. I sighed again, drawing my Aunt's attention away from her phone.

"It's already past two. Is she waiting for a handwritten invitation?" I wondered aloud. Rose's eyes flashed fire at that one.

"Knock it off, Scarlett. I am warning you now. Do not go after your Aunt Alice. It was not her fault. It was no-one's fault!" she practically shouted at the end. As if speaking louder would cause me to instantly believe her. My grandmother, Esme, walked in from the kitchen. I turned towards the window, unable to look at either of them. I could see Mason in the reflection of the window pull his headphones out of his ears, look around, and pop them back in. He would need a haircut soon. His hair was so shaggy, it was practically in his eyes.

"I heard yelling from the other room. What is going on in here, Rose?" she spoke to my Aunt but I saw her watching me out of the corner of my eye. They began speaking in hushed tones but I tuned it out. I clenched and unclenched my fists as I tried to peer through the rain. It was coming down in buckets now.

I wanted to go home to Seattle. It was a Tuesday afternoon so Dad would have the day off. He would be playing the piano while I would be curled up in the window seat with a blanket and my sketch pad. Mason would not have his headphones on and would be sitting near the piano, face filled with wonder as my dad smoothly transitioned from one song to the next. After Mason went to bed, Dad would have a cup of coffee with me as we talked about school, life, or any dilemma going on in either of our lives. He would tease me about becoming the next CEO of Cullen Enterprises and I would laugh and bring up art schools across the country instead. I swallowed the lump in my throat and roughly shook my head to erase the memories. My Uncle had had to practically drag me into the car this morning so we would get here on time. The fact we were here to read my father's last will and testament before he was even properly buried had me seeing red but there was nothing I could do about it. My grandfather had been a lawyer when he was young and knew how imperative it was to figure out all of my father's assets, trusts, and stocks so that Cullen Enterprises would continue to operate smoothly. I ignored it all. I just didn't care anymore. After a few minutes of hushed whispering, I felt my grandmother approach me near the windows and tentatively hug me from behind.

"I am so sorry, Scarlett. You and your bother should not have to be here for this but we did not want to leave you two home alone right now. Your Aunt Alice texted Aunt Rose a few minutes ago and said she would be here soon." She tried to keep hugging me but I resisted and took a step forward. She let go with a sad smile. I dropped the discarded magazine on the couch, tapped my brother's shoulder, and left the room. It had become too claustrophobic and I needed space to breathe. I had to pass the entry way to climb the stairs but as I walked by the front door opened, blasting rain water onto the white tile. I tried to duck back down the hall but I had already been spotted.

"Scarlett!" My Aunt Alice exclaimed.

"I can't believe how tall you have gotten. No wonder you are the lead spiker on your volleyball team." She continued speaking even as I began tuning her out. She was wearing five inch heels which explained why we were almost eye-level. At five-foot-seven, I easily dwarfed her even if she was only five-foot-one. Her pixie hair cut was plastered to her head by the rain. I couldn't tell if her mascara was running from the rain or her crying and I honestly didn't care. She reached out to hug me but I took a step back and glanced at the stranger that was following her inside. She threw me a hurt look before stepping out of the way and closing the door. The man was tall and lean. His blonde hair was cropped short but it looked like it would curl if it was longer. His movements were graceful but honed and I felt myself stand up straighter in his presence. Spotting me, he stuck his hand out and introduced himself.

"Hello there, you must be Scarlett Cullen. My name is Jasper Whitlock. While I wish we could have met under different circumstances, I have heard a lot about you. You are your Aunt Alice's favorite niece after all." He chuckled. I stared at his hand but made no move to shake it. Alice's wounded look turned into a frown but Jasper did not look upset at all. My father would have been so pissed at my lack of manners but I couldn't bring myself to shake his hand. I heard a throat clear behind me and stepped out of my grandfather's way. He walked over and shook the hand Jasper still held out.

"Thank you for coming, Jasper. I am sure Alice appreciates your support as much as we do. Please, both of you, follow me, before we all catch a chill." He said nothing to me as he led Jasper and Alice down the hall. Alice turned and gave me a quizzical look. I couldn't hold her gaze and looked away.

Once the coast was clear, I carefully climbed the stairs, avoiding the ones that creaked, and went to the spare bathroom on the third level. I locked the door and cracked open the window. Once I was sure no-one had followed me, I grabbed one of the cigarettes I had stashed in the curtain rod that morning and lit it with a lighter I found under the sink for the scented candles. I puffed away and checked my phone for messages. I replied to a few from my friends and accepted a Facebook invitation to Tristan Gould's party next weekend. God knows I would need the alcohol to numb me up. My dad would have killed me if he had caught me smoking, as well as lecturing me on all the health risks associated with it, but he had always been working. Besides, who would have ever guessed that I had a few bad habits when I kept up a 3.5 average, played three sports for my school, and was a member of my school's Art Club. I contemplated sneaking out of the house now that Alice was here but there were too many people walking around and I was sure to be caught out. My five year old cousins loved to tattle for candy which my Aunt Rose had not been above using this week in order to find out what I had done. I lost track of time as I sat on the edge of the tub and puffed away on my second cigarette. Someone knocked gently on the door and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Scarlett? Are you in there? We need you downstairs, please." I took a deep breath, forgetting the cigarette in my mouth and nearly doubled over coughing. These cigs were stronger than what I was used to. I let loose a string of curse words under my breath as I realized my Aunt Alive was the one who had come to fetch me.

"Yeah, okay. I'll be right down, thanks." I called out. I waited until I heard her footsteps recede down the hall before I flicked the butts out the open window, sprayed some perfume on me and in the air, turned on the fan, and stashed the lighter in my pocket. Once I was sure I didn't smell like smoke, I left the bathroom and headed down the stairs. The hall had grown darker as the storm drew closer. As I turned on the landing and walked down the hall, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me inside a bedroom.

"What the fu…Oh, hey Aunt Alice." I mumbled instead. I looked pointedly at my arm until she let go. She shut the door and leaned against it, leveling me with a look. I bristled at the fact I was stuck in a small room with her until she moved.

"I was about to head downstairs so we could look at my dad's will and fight over who gets the summer house and what-not. Care to join me?" I asked between gritted teeth.

"Really Scarlett? I haven't talked to you in months and this is the welcome I get? First, you refuse to acknowledge my fiancée and now you're going to crack jokes to me about your father's death? Not to mention the fact I caught you smoking in your grandparent's house." She crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow, waiting for my reply. The gears turned in my head as I tried to bluff my way out of it.

"That wasn't cigarette smoke you smelled. It was that nasty potpourri shit that is in all the bathrooms, Aunt Alice." I decided to tackle that one first as it seemed like the easiest argument I could win. No one would believe I smoked and had been doing so for over a year. I was excellent at hiding it. She scowled at me.

"Do you honestly think I am that stupid, Scarlett? You may have sprayed some perfume but I can still smell it. I also heard you coughing your lungs out in the bathroom. You probably have a lighter in your pocket and stashed your cigarettes around the house. But…that doesn't explain your attitude problem towards me or my fiancée." She finished the last part softly. Trying to put me at ease. I shrugged.

"My therapist says that it takes me a while to warm up to people and that others should be patient with me as my coping skills for uncomfortable situations are severely lacking." I had been left alone in my therapist's office for ten minutes last month and I had taken the time to read my file he had left laying out. It was interesting to see what he thought of me after almost a year of therapy and I took enjoyment out of directly quoting him during arguments. To her credit, Alice simply rolled her eyes and took a step towards me, holding out her arms.

"We used to be so close, Scarlett. You would call me all the time to tell me about your day or beg me to come visit you. I knew everything about you. I didn't even get pictures of you from your first homecoming last year. I had to ask Rose to send me some. What happened to us, Scar?" My eyes flew to her face to see if she truly did not know why I was so close to losing it and falling off the edge.

"Haven't you heard? I use sarcasm and witty retorts to keep people away. It helps mask my insecurities and hang ups when I am able to control the situation. And it especially pisses me off to have to wait around for some people to finally decide to show up two hours late to something they planned in the first place." I rattled off my therapist's latest notes I had peeked at and even turned the situation back on her to see if she would rise to the bait. She only scoffed at my response, her dark blue eyes growing darker as she got more upset.

"I had a little chat with your Aunt Rose on the way here. Apparently, you have been wanting to have it out with me for a while. Even before your father's accident. Rose told me to leave it alone but I want to know. What exactly did I ever do to you to make you so angry with me, Scarlett Alyssa Cullen?" So that was who Aunt Rose had been texting. Figures. She tried to taunt me with my full name and it instantly made me see red as she knew damn well my middle name was simply a play on her own name. I clenched my fists and took a step backwards, calming myself.

"I have better things to do than have this conversation with you." I smirked as she began to frown.

"You are not leaving this room until we finish this discussion. Just answer the question. Why are you so upset with me?" she asked, pinching the bridge of her nose. It was an eerily similar mannerism that my father used to do when he was particularly upset and it took me a minute to compose myself.

"Last I checked, you are not my mother. And as you have stated we haven't spoken in months so why should I even be talking to you now?" I spat back, glaring daggers. Her face betrayed her hurt as she cautiously took a step forward.

"Is that what this is about, Scarlett? Are we talking about your mother?" she asked carefully.

"Stop it." I warned, "You have no idea what you are talking about." I crossed my arms and glanced away, too angry to look at her.

"Just tell me why are you upset and I will let you leave." She countered, reaching out to take my hand. I shook her off and retreated a step but she followed me.

"Let me in, Scarlett. Tell me what is going on or so help me I will ask Mason what your problem is." She threatened. That was the last straw. She was not going to badger my brother who barely liked talking in the first place to find out why I was so pissed at her.

"Fine!" I shouted. "I hate that everywhere I look I have to see your damn face or hear about you. Everything is always about Alice Brandon. I hate that my friends are obsessed with you when you could give a damn about your own family. I hate that you ran off right after my mom did and not once have you brought her up again. I hate that only reason you are even here is to figure out what to do with Cullen Enterprises and you wanted input on something you didn't fucking want in the first place. I hate that my dad is fucking dead and the last conversation I had was arguing with him about you. I hate that you broke your promise to me and it doesn't even faze you. I hate you, Alice!" My screams had turned into sobs halfway through my tirade and I wasn't sure exactly how much she understood. She must have heard enough because her face crumpled and tears fell that she made no effort to wipe away.

"You broke your promise." I sobbed as I wiped furiously at my eyes to stem the tears.

"You said you wouldn't leave but you did it anyway. You just walked away. Everyone always leaves." I choked out as my voice broke. Alice had slowly fallen to the ground and held her knees as she cried. I fumbled for the door handle blindly as my tears made it hard to see clearly. Alice made no move to stop me as I finally got the door open and went downstairs. I nearly ran into my Aunt Rosalie in my haste to get away from Alice.

"I can't believe you told her!" she hissed, but she allowed me to pass by unscathed as she hurried up the stairs to be of some comfort where I had left a destroyed Alice in her place. I passed Jasper who had taken a seat in the living room next to Mason who still played his game, oblivious to the drama around him. Jasper was frowning at me and for the first time I noted the military tags tucked into his shirt.

"She loves you so much, Scarlett. I just figured you should know that." He called out to me as I headed to the kitchen. I pulled on my rain boots I had carelessly tossed when we had arrived and grabbed my jacket from the hook under the solemn gazes of my cousins and grandmother.

"You were yelling inside." My cousin, Henry, stated from his spot at the table. "Yelling inside is breaking a rule."

"She said bad words too." My other cousin, Nicholas, pointed out as he nibbled at his chocolate chip cookie. "Bad words are not for ladies or gentleman." He said with a frown on his face.

"Hush, little ones." My grandmother said, "Let your cousin be." She gave me a worried look but did not ask me what happened which I was grateful for.

"I'm going to go for a walk to get some fresh air." I said. My voice was unusually rough due to my tears. My grandma stood up but did not take a step towards me.

"Scarlett, it is pouring outside." She answered calmly. "Why don't we all settle down and talk everything over?" She looked close to tears herself and I knew if I saw my grandma cry again that I would break down. I fastened my coat and took a shuddering breath.

"It's alright, Mom. I will walk with her." My Uncle Emmet stepped into the kitchen from the garage, already wearing his own jacket. He gave Esme a hug and whispered something in her ear.

"Let's go kid." He said to me, grabbing my elbow and gently steering me out the back door. I pulled my hood up as we began to walk around the side of the house and down the driveway. I didn't want to talk and was glad my Uncle didn't push it. The drive way was about a mile long and about halfway down I finally broke my silence.

"Thanks for walking with me, Uncle Emmett. You can head back if you like. I want to walk to the end of the drive and back." I tried to muster up a smile so he would know I was okay but he looked right through it.

"I'm not falling for it, Scarlett. You are hurting so bad, kid, and you don't even know it anymore." He said with a sad shake of his head.

"That's why dad pays for all the therapy…paid." I tried to pass it off as a joke but realized I used the wrong tense and angrily kicked a pile of leaves that fallen during the storm. Emmett stuck his hands in his pockets.

"What did you say to Alice, Scar?" he asked gently, switching the subject to a less sensitive topic.

"I don't want to talk about it." I muttered. I went to step away from him but he held my shoulder, effectively keeping me in place at his side.

"Hurting people, hurt people, Scarlett." He said simply. I furrowed my eyebrows at him

"Did you get that from a fortune cookie?" I answered sarcastically. His wink had me throwing my hands up in the air.

"Am I not allowed to be upset? Or angry? Or hurt?" I exclaimed. "No-one said a word when Mason didn't react. Everyone is so worried that I will freak out again like I did when Mom left that you guys treat me like I am already broken." I snap back. He rubbed the back of his neck and stared off at the end of the drive.

"You could have died, Scarlett. We all care about you so much and the last thing we want is to see you purposefully hurt yourself again. As for Mason, he is in his own world. He barely reacts if you say his name, Scar. We all process grief differently but you can't lash out and blame people, especially your Aunt Alice. She has done so much for you. Don't give her up because you are angry at the world." Emmett made sure to look me in the eyes as he finished his speech. I had started crying again and the rain had mixed with my tears.

"I want to go home." I whispered. "My home." In case he thought I meant my grandparent's house. Emmett sighed.

"Okay, kid. We have to go back and finish that paperwork. I promise to take you home for a few hours afterwards. Let's head back before we turn into fish." He said with a slight grin. I smiled weakly at the joke and we turned around to head back to the house.

Inside, the atmosphere was chilly and it had nothing to do with the weather outside. My Aunt Rosalie was glaring daggers at me and the look on Jasper's face sent shivers running up my spine. I had royally screwed up this time. Ignoring the looks, I kicked off my boots and hung my jacket up.

"Mason is playing video games with Henry and Nicholas so I believe this is a good time to go over the paperwork." Esme spoke as she entered the room. If she noticed the tension, she ignored it and simply stared at everyone in turn. Jasper was the first to leave the room followed quickly by Rosalie and then Emmett. He was the only one to acknowledge me and simply ruffled my wet hair as he walked out of the room. Esme gestured to me.

"Scarlett? Please, the others are waiting." She spoke softly.

"I'll be there. Just give me a minute…please." I mumbled. I couldn't look at anything besides the hardwood floor right now. She nodded and gave me a small half-smile.

"Alright." She gave me a hug before leaving me in the kitchen alone. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. I counted to a hundred before I stuck my hands in my pockets and slowly shuffled from the room. I assumed we would all be meeting in my grandfather's office and I found my assumptions to be correct when I pushed open the door and discovered the rest of my family sans the younger children. Grandpa Carlisle sat behind his paper-strewn desk and Grandma Esme stood next to him, half-leaning into him. Aunt Rose perched on the arm of the love seat with Uncle Emmet sitting next to her, one hand on her thigh. Jasper leaned against the wall, arms folded. Normally, I would have made a comment about this being for family only but my voice barely wanted to work to swallow the lump of tears that refused to go away. Aunt Alice sat in the remaining chair, eyes downcast. She didn't flinch when I walked passed her and took a seat on the end table next to Uncle Emmett. Carlisle cleared his throat.

"Now, that we are all here, let's try our best to make it through all of this. If it becomes too much for anyone, we can take a break and resume. The first part that I will go over is Edward's stocks." His voice broke saying my dad's name and I swore I heard my grandmother whimper. Alice hunched her shoulders in further but kept quiet. I really looked at my grandfather. He seemed to have aged ten years in less than a week. Gone was my calm but confident grandfather who did everything with perfect precision and grace. Now, his hands trembled holding the files and his words sounded forced. Once we all had a good idea of my dad's stocks and how they would be distributed, we moved on to number his assets. I tuned out most of the conversation and only listened when I heard my dad's piano mentioned.

"Where would his piano go?" I interrupted. Carlisle put the file down and stared at me.

"What do you mean, Scarlett?" he asked gently.

"Did Dad make plans for his piano?" I said, unable to look at him. My grandfather sighed.

"I am unsure if he did or not. Is it something that you want?" he asked. I shook my head and worried at my bottom lip with my teeth.

"I only know a handful of songs but Mason loves it. Do you think it would be possible to bring it here? It would fit in the living room near the back windows. The acoustics for that room are nearly perfect and the piano already matches the furniture. Then, Mason and I can play when we visit. I just don't want it going to a museum or being sold or donated. I know that makes me selfish but it is my dad's piano. I want it to stay in the family, please." I realized I had been rambling and quickly shut my mouth. Esme gave me a watery smile.

"I think that is a wonderful idea." She said, "I never realized but the furniture already matches and we do have the space for it. I don't know anything about the acoustics but if that is something that you want, then I will be sure to make it happen." Uncle Emmet squeezed my shoulder.

"Way to contribute." He stage-whispered. I gave him a quick smile.

"Thanks, Uncle Emmett." He squeezed my shoulder again before dropping his hand. I noticed Alice had looked up from the floor and was now staring at me but the expression on her face was unreadable.

"If that is everything to discuss, it is time to read Edward's last will and testament." Carlisle began, "I want everyone to know that while I was my son's lawyer, he made all of the decisions himself." Everyone nodded before he continued. Once again, I tuned my grandfather out as he began reading out loud. I didn't want to know who got our house or how much my trust fund would be. All I wanted was my dad back, anything else was inconsequential. I really must have zoned out because I suddenly heard a gasp and Aunt Rose say a word that would have cost her a dollar if her children had heard. I looked around the room and found that everyone was now staring at me.

"What?" I asked irritatingly. I knew I had missed something and judging by everyone's reactions it wasn't going to be good. Carlisle cleared his throat again and re-read the passage.

"Finally, I would like to discuss my children. Both Scarlett and Mason will receive a monthly allowance as well as the amount as mentioned earlier that will be submitted to their trust fund. They will have access to it when they turn 21 and it will safely be held under my parent's ownership until they become of age. As for guardianship, I would like my brother Emmett McCarty and sister-in-law Rosalie Hale McCarty to take over as guardians for my son, Mason. His special needs require him to have a stable environment and as they live in the same town as my parents, his schedule will not overly change. As for Scarlett, I have decided to name my other sister, Alice Brandon, as her guardian. Scarlett has not coped well since the incident involving her mother and I know that it is quite possible that Scarlett will act out after my passing as well. I believe that staying with my sister and a change of scenery will help her flourish." While Carlisle had finished and began to read the second paragraph explaining my father's decision in more detail, my head swiveled to my Aunt who looked just as shocked as I was. In that moment, I knew I was unconditionally and irrevocably screwed.