Disclaimer: I don't own any of them I stole them all *runs away sobbing*

Chapter 1 – Belief

I stepped out of the Volvo into the garage. I was still and eerily quiet.

It was unusual; normally my family would be flitting around to try to sort out various problems or sometimes, just sorting out Emmett. But not today they were away visiting Carlisle's long time friend Eleazar and his family the Denali's, in Alaska.

As I trudged in to the house a wave of dread came over me. Tanya was coming down tonight. Oh Joy. Tanya was my long-term girlfriend.

Emmett joked that the only reason we had lasted so long was because we lived 4000 miles apart. Part of me agreed with him. Tanya was in all honesty a bitch.

If she was talking about someone then most of the time she was talking to them. When she came down I would get earfuls of gossip that I really didn't care about and to make it all the worse she actually thought I was interested in what she had to say so she was contently asking my opinions and advice.

I mentally groaned at the thought of this. I decided to try and finish cleaning out the loft, which we had started but not finished on Saturday. In the living room, a note from my mother informed me that there was garlic bread and lasagne for Tanya and me.

I smiled, my family was good. We have had our good and bad times but yet I loved them more than any thing else in the world.

Rosalie and Jasper; who were dating Emmett and Alice respectively were not related to us. But they had unusual, to say nothing of exceptionally strange parents.

They were travelling zoologists who travelled round the world most of the year, and only return to see their children on an irregular six-month basis.

Alice and Japer were on the most contrasting couples I had ever met. On one hand Jasper personified all forms of calm. Alice was more like the American dream Work hard & shop hard.

Another comparison was to look at it like Jasper was morphine and Alice was adrenaline. But they balanced each other out; they were not complete without each other.

Emmett and Rosalie's relationship was easier to under stand, you could say it was shallow but it was also strong like a tree root, they would never let go of each other.

But mostly it came down to the need for or lack of control. Rosalie needed to control and Emmett needed controlling. A match made in control freak heaven I thought as I climbed the last set of stairs to the loft.

Carlisle, Emmett, Jasper and I had cleaned out the left side of the loft on Saturday but the right side still needed doing. It was a big job so I settled on just doing the photo boxes that were collecting dust on the shelves.

About half an hour later I came across a box of baby photos.

There were hundreds if not a thousand in there. There were even pictures of Jasper and Rosalie as babies. In one of them Rosalie was attempting to pull Emmett hair.

I laughed it was the sort of thing she still might do today.

As I started to go thought them I noticed one common denominator between the collection. None of them were of me. I kept searching for them thinking that there might be some more but with no luck.

Then finally in the last ten or so pictures I found one, it was a picture of me my mother and my father. My mom was holding me, smiling and laughing as I tried to pull my dads hair.

My dad was looking at me with a smile etched into his face. But what was most surprising about the picture was the label on the back that stated in my mother's elaborate hand writing .Edward's first day.

I blinked and read it again trying to interpret the meaning. The words seemed to be engraved on my eye and no matter how hard I tried it wouldn't go away. This wasn't an accident or a mistake this was a planted lie.

I could hear the voice of my mother and father. All the times they had told me against lying. Telling us all it was a bad thing and yet now they were the biggest traitors of them all.

I walked down the corridor to my fathers study to an onlooker I would have looked drunk and in a way I was. Drunk on emotions. Everything I had almost ever known was perpetrated by this lie.

As I entered the study a prayed for a glimmer of hope, maybe it was a mix up; maybe my mother had labelled it wrong. But deep inside my chest I knew I was just trying to cling to a small piece of the lie that knew was probably the truth.

I opened the desk draw that contained all of the important documents. Inside were seven birth certificates one-marriage certificate. But at the bottom lay one adoption certificate and papers.

This confirmation sent another spear thought my heart. But I was the truth, which needed confronting.

Tears' that had gone unnoticed before spilled down my cheeks like raindrops on a window. I picked up the phone and dialled the number of the man who I had all thought of as my father. He picked up on the third ring "Edward" his voice rang with controlled surprise "Is everything alright. Is Tanya there yet, she was awfully fast."

My voice shook as I told him that I needed to speak to them all now and that they would have to turn around. He started to protest but I slammed the phone down on him.

More tear came into my eyes. I crawled up to my room.

Just waiting for the world to collapse about me.

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