Hi everybody. I've been working on this fic for years, it was originally an original work. If you read Cullen's girl, this is the total opposite. It's rated M for a reason, even if this chapter is not. It has a companion fic written in Bella's POV.

Disclaimer : nothing is mine except the actual story.

It's OCC, AU and there is no telling when I'll finish it so read at your own risk.

Song for this chapter : Every me, every you - Placebo

"Like the naked leads the blind.

I know Im selfish, Im unkind.

Sucker love I always find,

Someone to bruise and leave behind.

All alone in space and time.

Theres nothing here but what here's mine.

Something borrowed, something blue

Every me and every you"

Placebo

Every me, every you

"I can't believe you're serious about this." I criticized my father, my temper rising exponentially.

"Edward, this is final," he retorted.

"Typical," I snorted.

We were eating supper with my mother, all three of us sitting at the table at the same time. I should have known there was something factitious going on. We had long forgotten family dinners. My father Carlisle and I were barely capable to be in the same room, let alone eat together. We only tolerated it once in a while because my mother's health was so fragile.

We haven't been a family since my twin brother passed away, almost two year ago. It hurt just to think about it.

His name was Anthony and we were inseparable. We were the infamous Cullen twins, identical, and yet so different. I'd always been closer to my mother while my brother was my father's pupil. He was the prodigy and I was the rebel. He wanted to become a doctor and I wanted to play the piano professionally; my mother was teaching me since I was six. He volunteered with the orphaned while I went out with my friends and used fake IDs to get into bars. Nevertheless, we were like two peas in a pod. We understood each other perfectly, and along with Jasper Hale, our lifelong neighbour, we had spent all our life as best friends.

The night of the accident, Anthony wasn't supposed to be out. I covered for him when my father asked where he was.

Late that night I heard my mother scream and hurried downstairs. My dad was just back from the hospital and we weren't speaking even then because of some never ending fight. She gasped loudly as I entered the kitchen, and hugged me until I couldn't breathe. My father ordered me to sit down with a shaky voice.

"Edward, Anthony was in a bad car accident." From the tone of his voice, I knew. I'd heard it directed at his patients at the hospital. It meant death. I froze, unable to process. My father blew up, asking me how come Anthony was out. He was furious at me. Like it was my fault my brother wanted one night away from the military training imposed to him. Like it was my fault my brother had a girlfriend. My mom cried, begging him to leave me alone, I was just too stunned to speak.

We were in pieces. Going to your twin's funeral is a lot like going to your own. It sickened me to see him lying still like that. Afterwards, the house became a silent tomb. I didn't play anymore and neither did my mother.

My father closed up for months, switching from a loving husband to a work driven asshole. My mother almost not recovered. Without Anthony to share the burden of pleasing my dad, I became even more disappointing and rebellious to his eyes.

"The worst part is that I'm pretty sure he thinks that the wrong twin died. From his point of view, I'm only going to throw my life away anyway with parties, girls and music," I thought, clenching my fists under the table. Well I was not going to be his prodigious doctor. I couldn't. "That's not me," I thought again, almost regretfully.

My Mom knew he wished that I'd died instead, that's why things between them were so tensed. That's why our family couldn't ever recover from the tragedy. That's why I was so furious when I heard that Carlisle's child from his first marriage was coming to live with us. Trying to replace me with a girl now? Hoping she would do better than me?

"We're barely functional as it is," I argued.

"Now Edward we warned you about your attitude-" my father started.

I cut him off. "My attitude? You're barely here at all! Mom doesn't even bother to make dinner anymore," I growled.

"Honey, your father had an important promotion, it's only normal that he's busy," my mom defended him. Why did she always have to defend him in front of me? I could hear them scream at each other when I snuck back into the house almost every night.

"That's bullshit, and we all know it," I cursed.

"Watch your language young man," my father roared. This wasn't even a heated fight compared to the ones we were used to have these days. I sighed; he was clearly not going to change his mind. What a circus. A stranger, because that was what she was, was going to be living with us for almost a year.

"Why can't she just stay put?" I pleaded.

"She's a minor Edward, she can't live by herself."

I snickered. "You're right; under your custody is a much better environment for a seventeen year old that hates us all," I mocked. I knew she never wanted anything to do with us. Why would she think any differently now?

"Now Edward, that's unfair. She's had a hard time adjusting to the reunion with your father but she must be just as lost as we are. If someone can help her get through this tough time it's us, we're her family," Esme said, always too generous.

"She's not family," I insisted.

"Well of course, she's your half sister," Esme stated matter-of-factly.

"No she's not." I was annoyed at how they always tried to act like Carlisle was really my father. Of course, they'd paid a lot of money to make it seems so.

"I don't get why she has to stay in his room though," I gritted.

That was my parent's counsellor's idea, to put her in Anthony's room so we could begin the healing process or some shit.

"Honey, it's time, and besides everything's already arranged. The decorator will be here tomorrow."

"Whatever," I concluded.

I went back upstairs, sulking. I decided to swim a couple of laps in the pool to cool myself down. Swimming was my purgatory, as well as a way to stay in shape. Girls loved it. Being the richest guy at Montrose high school, I was automatically popular. Being attractive was just a bonus.

"Why did Jasper have to go to Europe now?" He was the only one still able to talk some sense in Carlisle. If I was Anthony's physical twin, Jasper was his mind twin; Carlisle held him in high respect. "Unlike me". I would text him the news as soon as I was done swimming. He wouldn't believe it. Rose would be thrilled.

Rosalie is Jasper's sister. She is the girl I hate and love the most. She was with Anthony the night of his death. She was in the hospital for weeks after the accident.

"Poor Rose. I'm glad she found Emmett," I thought, thinking back on how sad and traumatized she was after seeing her boyfriend die.

Anthony and Rose had been bickering for years because they liked each other. I remembered Anthony's beaming smile when they announced they were dating. He was so crazy about her. I used to find her annoying, but we were now pretty close. Sometimes, she looked at me funny and I knew I'd just done or said something that made her think of him.

After drying myself, I stared at Anthony's door. I avoided going into his bedroom most of the time, but as of tomorrow it wouldn't exist anymore, so I felt like I had to go in. To say goodbye or whatever. As soon as I entered, I my heart sank.

"Fuck, I don't want to feel like this anymore." I sat on the bed for a minute and stared at our shared door. How many times had we visited the other to share a laugh? Now it was useless. I had to remember to have it condemned.

I took my coat and my keys and walked to my Vanquish. It was by far my favourite car, but I also owned a Volvo and a Porsche. I drove off in a hurry to find myself some alcohol. I took a left at Charles Street, deciding on the bar of Beacon's Hill Hotel. I'd bribed the barman long ago; I didn't even need my fake ID.

I also went there with some of my conquests. The student from school preferred Mark's bar to get together, but I really wasn't in the mood for socializing. I started drinking immediately after arriving. It felt like I couldn't drink quickly enough. Shots after shots, I was able to diminish the hurt and anger I felt towards this new evolvement in my life. I searched my phone for a good lay, I needed it tonight. Tori, the closest thing I had from a friend with benefit, had been clingy lately, and I was desperate for some meaningless sex. I looked at the names but found no one interesting. I really had to renew my selection. I took a last shot, deciding that Tori was probably the easiest choice, and she was amazing in bed. Throwing two hundred bills on the counter, I dialled her number.

"Hey Tori. Meet me at your mom's in 20?" I offered, and like always, she was ready for me. I knew she hoped to have me exclusively, but I wasn't interested in that kind of relationship.

Rose disapproved because she didn't like Victoria. In my opinion, she was only jealous there was someone as hot as her around.

Rose was a classic beauty. Blonde, blue eyes, legs that never ended and features that made every other girl jealous. Her smile could bring any man to his knees. Tori was more of a wild beauty, her hair was flaming red and her eyes almost as green as mine. She always knew what to wear and how to act to be noticed. She was volatile and selfish. I liked that in her. She had no problem with dubious morale. I wasn't afraid I was ruining her life; she never did anything that didn't please her. She had no feelings for me; she just wanted to be the proud girlfriend of the last single Cullen. I doubted it would ever happen, but the girl sure had her ways.

I didn't spend the night at Tori's, she asked me to, but I wasn't feeling cuddly at all. I was looking forward to the end of the school year. I'd probably fly to Florida, to stay by the beach for a couple of weeks, and then come back. Maybe Emmett would swing by. I loved to swim in the ocean. Jasper and Rose would only be back mid-august and it was our first summer apart. Maybe I could go spend a week in Greece with them. As I entered my now dark house, my phone buzzed. Jasper had texted me back.

From JazzH : to ECullen :

No way crazy baby sis coming home. Carlisle' suicidal. Rose's excited. Dude you should see the girls out here. Talk to you soon.

I smiled and took the elevator up to my bedroom. Even Jasper and Rose didn't know Isabella wasn't really my sister. It'd never been relevant to tell them and now, well now Carlisle would freak. Anyway, it didn't change the fact that this would never work out. Maybe she'd at least provide Carlisle with a new project, and he would leave me alone. That'd be nice.

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