A/N. Hey guys this is my first Fanfiction (my friend [Lilly Tagloft] gave me this account) and I'm a little nervous so bear with me. Just as a warning my spelling = really bad, so be prepared (although I have a beta so it shouldn't be nearly as bad as it was). I'll except reviews, praise, flames, constructive critisism, and such. If you dont like it, thanks for trying it anyways; flames welcome - it gives me stuff to improve on I 'spose.

Disclamer: I don't own Twilight, and im just fine with that because I LOVE my own characters! I do own; Kyah, Aiden, Tresca, Aadi, Bloom, Andrew, Viscalia, and Apnar. Thanks and enjoy! ;)

Bella's POV

I sigh, completely content. I'm sitting in the Cullen's living room, surrounded by my wonderful family. Jasper and Emmett are playing a video game, Rose and Alice are bent over a fashion magazine, discussing the latest trends, Esme is arranging bouquets of flowers throughout the room, while chatting to Carlile about the days events, and Edward is at the piano, teaching Renesmee how to play a few basic cords. Life, at this moment, is really quite wonderful, peaceful, serene.

The phone rings from the kitchen; its shrill sound echoing throughout the house, grabbing everyone's attention.

"I'll get it," I say, rising from my seat and gliding into the other room, catching the phone on the second, trilling ring.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Bella?" Charlie asks, his gruff voice catching a bit at the end, as though he were on the verge of tears.

"Yeah, Dad, it's me. What's wrong?"

I can hear no sound from the other room. Jasper or Emmet must have paused the game and Edward had ceased playing his beautiful song . Everyone was quiet, probably listening in on the conversation I was about to have with my father.

Charlie sighed, "You know Rich and Kyah-?"

"Yeah...?" Of cource I knew them. My uncle Rich had always been close with us. His duaghter, Kyah and I had been just like sisters growing up. She was only a few years younger than me, and we used to hang out a lot, especially when we were younger. Even though Rich was Charlie's younger brother, he and Kyah had flown from Texas to Arizona every other weekend to spend time with me and Renee. We had been a really close, loving family. So what Charlie said next made my dead heart feel as though it fell into my stomach.

"Well, I just got a call from that hospital in Houston. They just said that Rich and Kyah were in a car accident yesterday night, and... for ... Rich didn't make it," Charlie's voice cracked again, showing more emotion than I'd seen from him is quite some time. He was never the one to show his feelings, but at this point, that didn't really matter.

I almost dropped the phone out of shock . By that time the entire family was in the kitchen, listening intently to what Charlie said. They all had heard the horrible thing that Charlie had just told me, and were staring at me, sorrowful and sympathetic expressions on their faces. Edward had wrapped his arm aroung my waist in a quiet attempt to comfort me. I cleared my suddenly dry throat.

"What... what about Kyah?" I was almost to afraid to ask. Scared that something had happened to my sweet cousin as well. Everyone held their breath in anticipation; even if it was physically unneeded.

"They said she was unconscious, but stable. She'll be fine. She got lucky; no broken bones or anything, but they won't be completely sure until she wakes up," Charlie informed us, and I was able to breath again, still sad for my uncle, but glad that my cousin was okay so far.

"Oh." I was relieved, but still too shocked to say much of anything else. My eyes prickled, like they wanted to tear up. But I couldn't do that right now, I had to be strong for myself and Charlie and Kyah.

"I was thinking, you and I will have to go down to Houston, to make funeral plans." Charlie paused for a moment. "There's also the issue of Kyah, we are her only living relatives so... I mean, one of us is going to have to take her in. I don't want to force her on you and all, but she would hate to live with me. I wouldn't even be there half the time to take care of her. Besides, she always got along better with you anyways; you're around her age."

"We'll talk about that later, I guess." I said, not quite wanting to discuss what would become of my cousin's future arrangement after just hearing of my uncle's death; I still had much to take in.

"Alright then. I'll call again tomorrow, but see if you can book us a flight in case, you know, the Cullens want to come too when we go see her."

"Alright Dad, I'll try. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Goodbye, Bells."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and looked around at the Cullens. No one said anything for a minute, but finally, Edward whispered in my ear, "I'm so sorry, Bella."

That was all it took. That finally set me off and I burried my face in my hands and cried tearless sobs; not caring at the moment of what they thought of me because we were family and we will be forever. They're going to see me cry every now and again so why not now? But there was only one minor problem that went with it: My perfect world had just crumbled before my eyes.