Ok, SO this is my first attempt at writing, please be honest, but not to brutal. :)

This story contains fowl language, sex scenes and abuse.. You have been warned. Stephanie Myer owns everything.. I own nothing

BPOV

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.

Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as in heaven.

Give us today our daily bread.

Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us.

Save us from the time of trial and deliver us from evil.

Amen"

"May her soul and the souls of all the faithful departed through the mercy of God rest in peace."

I stood in the frozen winter air clutching my sister hand, tears welling up in my eyes. The sounds of heartbreaking anguish from my step- mother Sue were almost unbearable. I felt sick. She stood beside the gravesite clutching my father's shirt, his arm around her waist as if she were literally about to fall apart. I could hear other family members sniffing, blowing their noses and choking back their own tears as my step-sister was lowered into the ground.

"No, no..My baby" Sue howled her cries becoming more and more agonizing. She sounded like she was suffering greatly. Another desperate sob escaped her and that in-turn set my sister off.

"Oh Angela" She sobbed and fresh memories of our times together flooded my mind. Playing on tyre swings, camping in the backyard, shopping trips to Seattle, diving of the cliff at the res, slumber parties in 6th grade. I pushed back the tears, my memories tormenting me. My lips trembled uncontrollably and I tried to swallow down the pain.

"Shhh, honey." My cousin Rosalie tried to still her whimpering. I looked up to find her holding Alice's little head in her hands, patting it slightly trying her best to sooth her. God she looked so strong, her face was blank. Void of any emotion .Anyone would have thought she hadn't cried at all, and if I hadn't heard her bawling in her bedroom last nite I wouldn't have known otherwise. I would never understand the reasoning behind having this fearless image of hers. She had always been this way from the moment I had meet her. My uncle Carlisles first marriage had ended badly and Rose's mother took off when she was a baby. She's the spitting image of him, Blonde, tanned and blessed with those ridicules good looks. I've often thought her mother dumping her could have contributed to why she is the way she is, but who knows. Growing up I always looked up to her, she was a year older than me and Alice. A natural leader, strong, popular, vivacious... fearless. But to look at her now, to really look she wasn't that girl, not today anyway. She was broken, you could see in her eyes she just looked lost, helpless, alone and mostly afraid.

When Renee had left Charlie and taken me and Alice Rose and Angela were the only constant contacts (bar Charlie) that we had in Forks. We would come every summer and for the odd holiday when we were young and they had always been there, hiking, fishing and more recently drinking. And when we would leave it was sad but they would write to us. OK so Angela would write it and Rose would scribble a few lines and sign it, but still. She would send photos and some of her drawings, she was an amazing artist. I would miss those letters.

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After the funeral we all made it back to Charlies. We were in living room and it was packed, people were drinking 'celebrating' her life, rembering the good times bla, bla, bla. In actuality I didn't know half the people here and I'd take a bet neither did Angela. It seemed as if half the town was here and I noticed allot of Sue's family and random people from the reservation had attended. Angela's boyfriend Ben had stayed for the funeral but was too distraught to come to the wake, it's awful having to see a man cry like that. Rosalie's boyfriend Emmett was here along with his two brothers. He was tall, and ripped with a dark hair and a cute dimpled face, exactly what Rosalie would go for. His brother Jasper looked like the athletic type, slim but muscular with dark blonde hair and when spoken to he seemed very charismatic and genuine. The other brother Edward was also tall with a muscular form; he had dark bronze coloured hair, a defined jawline and was even more charming than Jasper. His hair wisped around his face in disarray, giving it that just fucked look. His skin was pale but not obscenely so. It was almost like he suited it, which is just absurd because who suitsbeing pasty white? Him obviously him, my subconscious argued, he's quite cute really. I shook my head in disgust; this was my sister's wake for goodness sake!People were drinking, smoking and chatting it was to pissing me off emencly. How ignorant, didn't people know my sister had JUST died? We had JUST put her body in the ground? The way some of the guests were behaving was just insulting, laughing and joking like they had no regard for her life. They may as well have spat on her fucking grave. Bastards.

"For fuck sakes, is anyone going to get that?" Rose spat making a dash for the phone. This was how Rose deals, she lashes out. Being a bitch is her way of expressing how she feels, I knew she was hurting so I would let her.

"Hello" She panted into the receiver. "Yes I'll just get her." Rose replied taking the phone to the rocking chair and handing it to Sue.

"Yes." Sue croaked her voice raspy and raw from her grief.

"What?" She looked as white as a ghost. "Are you... are you sure?" She answered in a hushed tone taking the phone and darting into the hallway.

I looked over at Rosalie, who was now tucked under Emmett's arm as him and his brothers looked deep in discussion. Alice and Charlie had followed Sue into the hallway and I found my legs moving toward them on their own accord.

"What have I done? What have I done to deserve this?" She wept into Charlies shoulder.

"First they take my baby and now this." She gasped looking utterly spent.

"Come on now, we'll take you to bed." Charlie cooed.

"Bella, tell the guests to leave." He said grabbing her hand and leading her to the stairs.

"Wait! Bella, Alice" She sniffed walking back down the last two stairs. She walked to the small oak consol table in the hall and opened the first drawer.

"In Angela's.." She stopped forcing back her whimpers.

"She said she wanted you to have this, that it would be her last letter to you girls." She wept handing me a large brown envelope. Her face wet with tears, she kissed us goodnight and made her way back up the stairs with Charlie.

I turned to Alice she looked pale, too pale her eyes were bloodshot and red from her crying. Something had upset her, obviously Angela's death was a factor but there was something else.

"Alice. Who was that on the phone?" I asked not knowing if I really wanted to hear the answer.

"The morgue.. The doctor, he said... She wa..." She looked sick.

"What? What Alice" I said encouraging her to spit it out.

"She was pregnant." She whispered.