Author's note: READ THIS OR YOU WILL BE THOROUGHLY CONFUSED. Hey all. I want to start out by saying that I know how much ya'll want me to update Learning to Love. However, I still have not got my inspiration for that particular story. This one however, popped into my mind and just wouldn't leave no matter what I did so I wrote it down, sent it to my brother and had him give me his opinion and advice, and this is what happened.

This story is about finding your brother, at a time when you are so low, that you thought no one could save you. BEFORE you read this story I want you to think of the books, and put them aside, into a seperate place and leave them there until you are finished reading this story. To properly enjoy this story you need to forget the books completely Pretty much everything you thought you knew about twilight is going to be different in this story. This is my story, and I understand that some of you will be upset, that I have not followed the books/movie. But my mind created this, and I am proud of it, wether you are or not. Also I know, that things like, drugs and alcohol would not affect the wolfpack, but just bare with me, and pretend, it is essential to the story.

The first set of Italics is a dream sequence, The rest are flashbacks.

Background: What if Renee wasn't ready for marriage even at the beginning, and she had strayed, finding solace in another mans arms. When she finds out she's pregnant, she realizes that she's messed up. Who is Bella's father? Could her whole life have been different. Would it have saved her from her heartache left behind by Edward?

Set during New Moon time frame.

PAULPOV

He fingered the bottle of pills residing in his hands, contemplating his next step. The glass of water on his night stand, calling his name, willing him to take the pills. His closed his eyes for just a moment, hoping to ease himself of the headache that had become a permenant fixture over the course of the last few months. He was assualted with the images, as soon his dark eyes fluttered close. His mother lying on the floor bleeding, using her last breath to say his name. His father, eyes glossed over, hand reached out for his wife. He shook his head rapidly, forcing his eyes open. He flipped the lid of the pill bottle and dumped the contents into his hand, not hesitating to pop them all into his mouth. He grabbed the glass of water off his nightstand and gulped it down, quickly swallowing his ticket to sleep. He sat down on his bed, leaning against the headboard waiting for the darkness to take over. And when it did...

...He found himself stumbling down an alley, a nearly empty bottle of Jack in his hands, and smelling faintly of weed. There where whispers coming from every direction, of that he was sure, and it was starting to freak him out. He looked back down the alley, not watching where he was going and tripped, falling to the cold, wet ground scraping his knees on the rocks beneath him. Too drunk to bother getting up he slumped down farther, and managed to find himsef against a brick wall. He brought his knees up, torn, and bleeding, and tucked them under his chin, wrapping his arms around his legs, trying to hold himself together. He heard a strangled cry. Looking around himself trying to locate this source he looked down and realized he was shaking, and the sound had come from him. He sighed, trying to calm himself down and ran a hand through his hair. When did his life become so fucked up?

He awoke with a start, drenched with sweat, a deep snarl escaping his lips. Cursing he got out of bed, his high effectively gone, thanks to his high metabolism burning it off faster than desired. He paced his room scratching at his face, and rubbing his eyes, attempting to forget the morbid dream, that plagued his mind everynight. He had thought when he phased for the first time, that maybe everything would change, maybe he could forget, but things only got worse. Sam had tried to help, and Jared too, but he was a lost cause. Emotionally disturbed, and fucked up, nothing more, nothing less.

He had thought he was beginning to get better, but that all changed two nights ago when Sam had approached him, a sad smile plastered to his face. He knew then something was wrong, very wrong. Too right he was.

He closed his eyes bringing to mind, the troubling conversation he had, had with his Alpha.

He opened his door before Sam even had the chance to knock. He nodded to Sam, motioning for him to come in, taking note of the look Sam's face held.

" I've just come from a meeting with the elders Paul." He hesitated, turning a sickly shade, drops of sweat forming on his brow. Sam let out a nervous laugh and wiped his hand across his forhead.

Paul, seeing this, figured the worst and began pleading his case.

"Look Sam, I know I've got a temper, I know there have been too many close calls, me phasing too close to the humans, but im trying Sam, I swear. Damnit don't kick me out of the pack." He struggled to get his breathing under control and keep his emotions checked, but it was becoming increasingly harder. A sob escaped his lips and he crumpled to the floor, not caring that Sam saw him like this, he knew what was going on.

Sam opended his mouth to speak, to set Paul right, but before he had the chance to say anything, Paul spoke again.

"Don't kick me out. Ya'll are the only family I have left. Please"

Well shit. Sam thought. Things just got a whole lot more complicated.

Sam knelt down, deciding the best way to do this was for both of them to be sitting. He sat down beside Paul, leaning against the wall, looking anywhere but at him, choosing his next words carefully.

He closed his eyes briefly before beginning " We aren't the only family you have Paul. That's what I came to talk to you about."

Paul looked over at him confusion etched onto his face, a crease forming on his brow.

Sam took this opportunity to jump right into his explination, not giving Paul a chance to ask questions.

"Like I said, I just came from a meeting with the Elders. Old Quil had found something interesting, and thought I needed to see it. It was a letter, Paul, from your father." He looked at the young man a moment gauging his reaction. " Your faher had some secrets, that Elders thought you should know, they told me, so I could be the one to tell you. I need you to try and keep an open mind okay Paul, don't get too angry with me, I didn't know anything before today. It appears as though your father had an affair, with a woman from Forks." He paused, letting this information sink in. He watched as Paul visibly gulped, his hands balled into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white. "Now, your father loved your mother very much Paul, but he had a moment of weakness, it happens to the best of us. Your mother knew, of course, yet she stayed with him because she loved him, despite what his actions caused. This woman, from Forks, Her name was Renee. Renee Swan, Chief Swan's wife, you know him right?" Paul nodded slightly, careful not to open his mouth, knowing he would be yelling if he did. "Well Renee got pregnant, it was your dad's child. Renee knew that, and it appears that your dad did as well. It was a girl, her name is Bella"

Paul abruptly stood up then, running out the door and phasing, shredding his clothes in the process. He ran for the forest and let out a peircing howl, laced with anger, sadness, confusion.

Dad, how could you- Paul thought angrily

Paul, he had a moment of weakness, he messed up. But something good came out of this, you have a sibling. You have family. -S

She is not my family. She doesn't know me, she didn't know my dad. She has no right to be apart of this family. I hate her, and her fucking mother. - His thoughts were laced with venom, pure hatred coursing through his veins.

Sam decided to phase back, leaving Paul to his thoughts, knowing nothing he could say or do, short of using his Alpha command, could console him right now. He deserved this time to himself.

Paul watched as Sam dashed off into the woods, and felt as soon as his mind left his, knowing he had phased back.

[Present]

Paul, remembered that day like it was yesterday, though it was months ago now. He had tried turning to pills again, even dabbled in alcohol, to try to forget, but of course, it hadn't worked. He hadn't spoken to Sam or Jared, save for when he was on patrol, and when he was forced into conversation. Other than that he avoided the both of them, never answered the phone, or the door when they came by. He ignored the thoughts the boys sent him, telling him to go see Bella, to go see his sister.

However, he had broken down two weeks ago, and he went to see her, the gentelman in him winning out, needing to make sure she was okay, that she was well off. He stayed in his wolf form, keeping to the shadows, watching from a distance. He ventured closer to the house when an acidic smell entered his nose. He growled, his mind reeling 'vampire' He thought 'No vampire is going to harm my sister' He stopped aprubtly when another's thoughts entered his mind, and they weren't who he thought they would be

"I wont hurt her, mutt. So you can run along home now. I will keep her safe"

"Cullen?" Paul thought, watching as Edward walked to Bella's door and knocked. He became even more confused when she answered the door and flung herself into his arms.

Paul couldn't stop the deep growl that escaped him, as he took off running back to La Push, letting out a warning howl, to get the others to join him. He made it to the border of La Push when he felt the others enter his mind.

"What is it?" Sam ordered

Paul replayed all that he had just seen for them, growling again when he came to the image of Bella throwing herself in that bloodsucker's arms.

They were quiet for a moment after the memory was over and he started to play it over, in case, for some reason they had missed it.

"We didn't miss it Paul" Jared thought to me, shaking his furry head as he did so

The action didn't go unnoticed by Paul, and his mind reeled. They knew Bella was around a bloodsucker and they didn't tell him.

"What the fuck guys?!" Paul snarled, snapping his teeth together with such force, it actually made his jaw sting.

"Paul!" Sam used his Alpha voice "Calm down now, and listen to me. Bella is daing the leech. We have a treaty with the Cullens, and unless they hurt her, you know we cannot do anything about this. I'm sorry. Now go home and get some rest. Jared and I will take ove patrol from here."

Paul didn't go back to her house after that, he retreated into his house. Once more ignoring the others calls, and visits. He was furious with himself for letting things get this far, maybe he thoughty briefly, if he had gone to visit her before, like they had said, Bella wouldn't be dating the leech, and he could be certain that his sister was safe. He let his mind wonder over all the what-ifs, and was startled out of his mind by a loud warning howl. He wasted no time, stripping on his way out the door, tying his clothes around his leg, phasing mere seconds after he made it out. His mind was immediately assaulted with images of Bella, in Sam's arms, being carried out of the forest, looking so fragile, so broken, so lost. He picked up his pace, sprinting to get to Sam, and demanded to know what happened.

Sam snarled angrily. "They left, the Cullens left, and Edward fucking left her in the foreset, alone."

Paul was shocked, as the images once again entered his mind. Bella holding her stomach, seemingly trying to hold herself together. Bella crying, shaking, mumbling 'he's gone' Over and over. Paul became so enraged, seeing what the leech did to his little sister, he couldn't stop the serious of growls, and snarls. He took of running in the direction of Bella's house.

"PAUL!" Sam shouted in his mind "Where are you going, you need to calm do.."

"My little sister is hurting, and I need to go help her Sam. I have to go, she needs me, she doesn't need to be alone, I know too well that, that is the last thing she needs."

He phased back, as he got closer to her hose and put his shorts and shirt back on. Slowing to a walk as he neared her house. The lights were all off, but a shadow stood out on the porch. Bella was sitting on the front steps, looking out. He heard no sound but her breathing. As he got closer he noticed that her eyes were closed and few tears had leaked out the sides onto her cheeks. Slowly he made his way over to her sitting down on the porch next to her.

Yet she remained, silent, still. She looked dead, he knew that feeling all to well, and it hurt him to see her like this. He wanted to hold her, to protect her, and help her forget, help her heal, he wanted to be for her what he needed for himself, after his parents died. As if she knew what he was thinking she turned to him, opening her eyes and stared.

"Paul" She whispered, so brokenly. Her sad voice pericing his heart, the fact that she knew his name escaped him.

"This certainly could have changed things" She mumbled, thinking he couldn't hear. "Paul" She whispered his name again and he snapped his head up to hers, looking at her curiously. She shrugged and moved closer to him, leaning into his side grabbing his shirt in her small hands, as the sobs began to wrack her small frame. She burried her face in his chest, and he pulled her into his lap, holding her close, and stroking her hair. After a few long minutes she pulled back, still clinging to his shirt "Take me to your home. I need to get away." He was dumfounded, stunned by her words, into a tense silence. She tapped him softly on the shoulder and he looked down at her once more "Please. Brother?" She smield slightly at her last words, and he melted. He picked her up, cradling her to his chest and began running back to La Push.

By the time he got home she had fallen asleep, a small smile played out on her lips. He took her up to his room and carefully placed her on his bed, covering her with the blankets. He took a chair from the corner of the room and moved it to the side of her bed, watching her sleep. He vowed then that he would help her, and he would look after her from that moment forward. He would protect his little sister.