Sixteen days had passed since my battle with James, in which he knowingly took my mothers life right before my eyes and then attempted to take mine too. Sixteen days of constant replay's of the scene in my mind. I'd give James one thing, he had seemed to make it quick and almost painless, but the sheer terror in my mothers eyes in the helpless glance that she gave me before his razor sharp perfect teeth cut deep into her throat was an image that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

My mother of course was just a lure; no such luck would I have of a quick and pain free death. Instead James played with me like I was a piece of meat, I guess I was too him, toying and torturing me until my bones shattered and was starting to feel drowsy from the loss of blood I had experienced.

I had blacked out the majority of my loosing battle with James. I'd given up hope of any savior and was willingly dying to stop the pain. But then an even more excruciating pain was thrust upon me. Nothing, not the broken bones or the head traumas, could compare to the pain I felt in my wrist. James had bitten me. The venom was agonizing as it worked its way up my arm and the next thing I knew I had woken up in hospital with Edward by my side.

Today was the day of the funeral. I had Edward at my side on the couch in Charlie's living room, whilst Charlie and Phil talked in the kitchen as we all waited for the cars to take us to the cemetery.

Edward and I sat in silence. There were no words to say and no emotion in my face besides sorrow, and maybe slight resentment. If I had never met Edward, none of this would ever of happened, my mother would still be safe in Florida with Phil, but then again, I would have never have met my perfect Edward. It made me guilty to wonder what the biggest lost would have been.

I knew Edward felt guilty too. He'd been unusually quiet and remorseful over the past sixteen days but he knew I didn't like to talk about it, so he just held me in his arms whilst I sobbed and he supported me in every way possible when I needed him.

Whilst we sat on the sofa he continued to hold me around my waist and kissed my head every so often. A tear rolled down my cheek as I recalled my last memory of my mother. Edward wiped it away with his thumb and held my face in the palm of his hands. He kissed my forehead and then whispered 'Its time'.

Just then there was a knock on the door. The hearse and the cars had arrived, but of course Edward had heard them coming a mile of.

I breathed in deeply and composed my self, and once I had done so, Edward helped me up off the sofa and put his arm around my waist to support me. My leg was still in a cast from the battle and I was shakey from the situation at hand so I leaned on Edward as I limped to the front door.

As I saw the hearse that my mother's body lay in I couldn't help the flood of tears that followed. I put my back against the wall and slid down it, holding my legs in my arms and sobbing into them. Edward gave me a second before crouching down to my level and gently brushing my hair out of my tear stained face.

'Bella, love' he said as he tucked the hair behind my ear 'you can do this, I know you can, I have faith in you. Whatever you need I'm here'

I breathed in slowly. It wasn't easy knowing that the mother who had cared for me for 16 years of my life was now lying dead half a yard away from me, but it brought me comfort to know that Carlisle had worked on her body to make the injuries a little less obvious as to the true reason for her death, I imagined that she looked peaceful now.

I saw Charlie and Phil approaching the front door. I had to be strong for them both and so I quickly regained my composure and was soon in Edwards arms again, making our way to the vehicles that would take us to the cemetery where I would say goodbye to my mother for the last time.

The drive to the cemetery was quiet. Edward held my hand the entire time and I rested my head on his shoulder. I imagined the thoughts from Charlie and Phil must have been upsetting to him, but he kept strong all the while.

The service was small and modest, much to Alice's dismay. She wanted to have big flowers and have fancy readings and hymns but Edward told her no and that it was to be my family and I's decision. You couldn't blame Alice though; she really had no idea how to act at funerals, having never been to one herself.

Only Edward had come to the funeral from the Cullen family. I didn't feel it was appropriate to invite the rest of Cullen's, since they didn't know my mother and others may have been intimidated by them at the service. I hoped that they didn't mind.

The service recalled my mother's life and the priest invited us all to say prayers. It was full of emotion and I wished that Jasper were there to calm and bring comfort to Charlie and Phil.

I felt a sense of relief, like a weight had been lifted off my chest, as I had said my final goodbyes to my mother. I dropped some soil and a rose into the grave and onto my mothers coffin and whispered 'Bye Mom' as I did so. Everybody took their turn to do this and once everyone had we all headed towards our cars.

After the service friends and family gathered at Charlies house. Everybody commented on how lovely the service was and how big and beautiful I was getting. After the fiftieth time of hearing this there was a knock at the door. Nobody else seemed to bother to get it so I made my way to the door.

There stood a smartly dressed, well presented man, like a lawyer or someone of an equally high profession. If it weren't for Edward being in the room, dressed courtesy of Alice, I would have said that he was the best dressed person there. The man at the door held a big brown envelope.

'Miss Swan?' he asked

'Yes?' I replied, wondering who he was. I looked over to Edward who obviously already knew what was going on and why this man was here. Edwards face was torn, like he was confused about how I would take the news that the stranger would bring.

I looked back to the man at the door.

'My deepest condolences Miss Swan. My name is Chris Laferty, I'm a private investigator. Your mother hired me in order to find someone for her. Is there somewhere we can go to talk?' He asked in a soft voice.

'Uh, yea sure' I replied 'Oh and its Bella' and with that I began to lead him outside to the patio. I gave a quick glance back to Edward and he began to stand up. I shook my head at him and put out my hand to signal for him not to follow.

We sat down and the investigator began to pull some documents out of the brown envelope.

'Bella, before your mothers passing, she had asked me to find someone for her who I recently tracked down in Colorado. I've got their address right here and they said that should you wish, you may get in contact with them, but if you don't then that is completely understandable too'

I was confused about what he was talking about. Was it some relative of my mothers that had long lost contact? It had been a long day and I wasn't in the mood for guessing games. I looked at him with a blank expression.

'Bella, your mother asked me to track down her son'

Son? SON? What son? I was so confused, my mother didn't have a son, it was just me and her, and more recently Phil. The investigator must have seen the confused look on my face because he spoke again without a reply from me.

'You see, your mother has a son named Hayden. He's only 13 months older than you are but your mother felt that she was too young to handle such a responsibility so she put him into a children's home. He's the son of your mother but not of your father, all of the details are in this envelope here. Bella, you have a half brother'