Hello, this is my first time writing fanfiction and i will love to write many more but I really want to see lots of comments and reviews about my work because I want to make it enjoyable for all of us.

I don't own twilight Stephanie Myers does but I'm doing what everyone else does just using her characters

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I want you to listen to pink's song who knew while reading, it really matches the chapter.

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Chapter 1- Who knew

Anvik, Alaska 2006

"Bree, can you pick up that last box for me please." Father asked me while he was loading the boxes of special vases carefully into the truck. "Yeah, sure." I said and picked up the last box to hand it to him, but me being clumsy didn't always work so well. I tripped over my two left feet and slit my right-upper arm against the truck. "Crap!" I hissed. The box flew up in the air and landed in Carlisle's arms when he reached out to catch it. He put the box down in the truck and got out, and pulled the door to the back of the loading truck.

He came up to me, "Bree are you okay?"He asked me. I looked up at him, "Yeah I think so." I say sarcastically. He chuckled at my sick joke as knelt down to my level and held out his arm to examine it. He sighed and started to walk my up to the front door of our house.

"I didn't break it like I would have." I said. "Yeah but you still got a infection from the truck now I don't want anything happing to that now do I?" He said while he was walking me up to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet. When he got a first aid kit and started to add antibiotics to my arm. "Do you have to put so much pressure it?" I kept whining. "Bree be quite and let me take care of it." Father scolded me. "Owwwww." I cried. "I'm done." He said defeated. I just smirked at him. "Aren't doctors suppose to be calm with their patients?" I joked. He signed, "Yes but it always seems you and Edward are always the ones to get under my skin." He joked back. He got out a warppable bandage started to apply it on my arm.

"Speaking of Edward, where is he?" I asked. "At school he should be coming out in a few minutes, we'll go pick him up, come back here so he can do something's, we going to go out to eat, Then get on our way to the new apartment." He told me the plan for today. He cut the extra piece of the bandage and taped it on. Father looked at his watch, "Okay Bree it is 3:25 so lets go." He said and got up to put the stuff in his medical bag (Which I call a purse but he always denies it).

We walked to the black Mercedes bens in the driveway. "Oh what about the truck." I asked. "The guys are coming to pick it up later so when we come back here it should be gone." He said. I nodded and we both got in the car. Then started heading toward Edwards school.

While we were driving I ask, "Can you at least describe the place to me." He chuckles "It's a surprise." he said. "Well can you spoil it for me?' I asked. "What kind of Question is that." He said confused. "A mighty good one if you ask me so will you tell me." I said. It was quiet for a minute, "No." He says calmly then brusted out laughing. I just glare at him and turned my head to look outside the window. But being a social person I started making small talk till we reached the school.

Edward was sitting by the curve, waddling with a stick and pebbles.

Dad honked the horn to get his attention. Edward abandoned the stick and pebbles and threw his book bag of his shoulder then started toward the car. "Sorry kiddo." Carlisle apologized. "Yeah it's okay but I was lucky Luke and Jared weren't here today!" He said excitedly. I frowned at that but it was like I wasn't happy they weren't there it was just Luke and Jared were the boys that harassed Edward anytime they get and I hate that they still are bullying Edward after what had happened a year ago.

I was a little late to pick up Edward from school because of unfinished assignments. I was walking toward Edward's school to pick him up so we can get ready to head down to the hospital to see Dad get awarded.

I saw Edward and two other boys. I was thinking that Edward was finally making friends when one of the boys who had black hair and was wearing the same uniform as Edward but he was wearing a different tie. He punched my little brother in the face. What the hell?

I ran up to them. "HEY!" I screamed at the little pricks. "How dare you touch him." I sheered at them. They both fell straight on their ass. I was about to take action when I felt a tugging at my arm, "BREE STOP!" Edward yelled behind me. "NOT NOW ED-" I paused when I saw his face. His face was beaten the hell up, everyone can tell. The boy had scratches going along his face, he had a black eye, a bloody lip, and shoe marks all over his clothing. His clothes were all tattered and shredded and it looked like his hair was shorter. "Edward what happened to you." I asked concerned. I touched his face and he flinched. "Nothing happened Bree lets just go home." He said softly and started to pull me away.

"No, come here." I demanded. He broke down crying, "I just want to go home Bree, Please." He Sobbed. He had been through enough already I didn't want to put more strain on him. "Okay, but you promised to tell me what happened when we get home." I asked. He nodded. I turned back to the boys who looked like they were crapping their pants. "I better never see this again before you both and who else might have done this to him will be getting Ass whooping." I hissed at them. "Now go tell the others." I commanded pointing to the direction at the entrance of the school. They picked up their books and ran. "Let's go Edward." I said. We walked the 2 Miles to our house. I opened the door and let Edward inside then closed it after him. I walked to the kitchen to get to the phone. Edward followed me.

I picked up the phone that was on the counter and started dialing, When Edward slammed his hand on the dial pad. "What are you doing?" he asked me. I looked at him, "I'm calling dad." I answered his question. "Well don't." He said. "And why not."

"Because he'll make a big fuss over it like he always does."

"Like I care."

"Well I do."

I looked at him long and hard. I put the receiver on the base. "Edward is there something your hiding, Are you scared." I whispered to him. "No why would I-"

"Edward how long have those guys been bullying you." I said urgently while grabbing his shoulders in the process. "Since now I swear." He said rather quickly. "Edward don't lie to me or I swear things will get worse for you." I hissed gripping his shoulders tight. "Okay-Okay for about 5 months now." He breathed out.

I released him. I started walking into the living room with my hands folded, laid across over my head. I was livid. "Why didn't you tell anyone Edward?" I asked under my breath but loud enough so he can hear it. "Because it wasn't as bad as it was today they never did this before until I started to get sick of it and I tried to stand up for myself and it defiantly didn't go as planned." He said angrily. 'It defiantly didn't go as planned' I mimicked him. "I don't care if it wasn't as bad before you should have gone to an adult before trying to do it yourself." I yelled trying to get him to see how bad this is. "But going to an adult would have made things worse." he argued. "Oh and this isn't worse." I argued back. He looked defeated. "Okay I get that this might be worse but just please don't tell dad." "I seriously don't have to tell him anything I mean it's plastered all over your face." I said.

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I took out the phone and looked at the caller ID. It was Dad. Edward stared at the phone. "It's Dad and I'm going to answer it." I sheered. "Don't." He begged. "Watch me." I said softly.

I answered, "Hello Dad." I said a little off. "You okay Bree you sound a little too quiet." he asked. "Dad we need you to come home, something's happened." I replied. "What's happened?" he asked a little concerned. "Edward's been hurt." I confessed. "When, where, how, who, what?" He exclaimed. "You'll see for yourself when you come home." I replied to his rambunious behavior. "Okay then but try to do something to it so nothing happens, I'll be coming home in a little while." dad responded calmly to regain his composure. "Okay I will." I said. I looked toward Edward, He looked right back at me. "Uh hey Dad." I said. "Yes Bree." He answered. "Do you want to speak to Edward?" I asked. It was silent for couple seconds. "Yes Bree I would like to talk to him." He decided.

I handed the phone over to Edward. He glared at it, "Talk to him." I demanded. He hesitantly took the phone out of my hands. He went to the bathroom and closed the door. I walked to the door and put my head against it.

"Dad?" Edward called out into the phone. "Put it on speaker phone son." Carlisle responded. I heard the click of speaker button. "Is it on speaker?" Carlisle asked quietly. "Yes" Edward breathed out nervously. "Now Edward I'm not mad I just want to make sure you're alright." Carlisle assured. "You alto promise you won't get mad?" He asked. An Alto promise is what we all made up to make it reassuring, we wear a bracelet that has 80 beads hanging on it, if you break a alto promise you take one bead off and that person who broke that promise to that person got to control that person for one week and by the end of the year you just tie then back which is pretty easy. We never take of the alto bracelet if it was important, it was only between the 3 of us.

"I alto promise." Dad promised. "Okay it started about 5 months ago and all the kids ever did was verbally abuse me and I rarely ever listened to the but today was when it got physical because they said I was a faggot-""Edward language!" Carlisle cut off to scold him. "Sorry, They called me that and when I started talking back they started to get angry and they started to hit me but I kept trying to stand my ground and I just couldn't take it anymore so I just passed out and when I woke up Bree was there and I tried to stop her before she could get in trouble." He explained.

"Why didn't you say anything Edward-"

"Because if I did I thought that it will just get worse."

"But Edward your forgetting that your only 5, of course there going to pick on the weaker-"

"Oh you think I'm weak just because I'm younger than them."

"Edward I'm not trying to upset you I'm just trying to make you see reason-"

"What reason is that, explain."

Dad didn't answer.

"That's what I thought." Edward claimed.

I went a few steps away from the door as I heard him walking toward it. He opened the door and he looked even worse than before. "You can have the phone back Bree." Edward said. I took the phone out of his hands very slowly. His face was tear stained, a few of the cuts that went along his face started to bleed again because of so much movement, he looked paler than usual, his hair was more in a disarrayed then usual.

He ran upstairs to his room. "EDWARD!" I called out to him. I heard the door to our room close shut and I flinched at how loud it was.

I slowly lifted the phone to my right ear. "Dad, are you still there?" I mumbled threw the phone. "Yeah Bree I'm still here go check on your brother, I'll be home in a few." He sighed. "Okay I'll get dinner started-"

"No Bree I think we will eat out tonight." He decided.

"Okay then, Bye."

"Bye." He said.

I hung up and laid my phone down on the end table by the stairs and walked up the stairs to the room me and Edward shared.

I walked up to the door and knocked three times. "Edward can I come in?" I asked. No answer. "Edward please." I begged, still no answer. "Edward I just want to see if you're okay." I begged again. Though again still no answer. "Edward if you won't open the door or even answer me I will get in myself." I yelled. I took out the key from under the mat. I stuck the key inside the key hole and twisted it counter clockwise. I opened the door but He wasn't in the room.

"Edward." I said under my breath. "EDWARD!" I yelled. He couldn't have ran away because nothing in the room seemed out of place and nothing was missing.

I looked around the room. Nothing seemed abnormal.

I noticed the bathroom that was connected to our room. It looked ancient from where I was standing. I had a cold feeling running down my spine as I inched near it. I finally after what seemed like hours I reached the door. It was slightly opened. I smelt something metallic coming from the bathroom. I didn't want to think what I thought it was. As I stood there for a few minutes I finally dug up the courage I opened the door slowly which made a slight squeak noise.

I just stood there.

My little brother, my baby brother was there bleeding in the bathtub.

I couldn't think, move, or even breathe. The blood coming from his wrist started to go into bronze hair making it look black, He looked dead, He also looked smaller and shorter, His clothes were laying in a pile by the tub and he also had multiple stab wounds going along on his body.

I started to panic. I could be losing my best friend, my comfort, a playmate and especially my baby brother.

I ran to dad's office and grabbed his doctor supplies he does have when were hurt. I ran back to the bathroom and laid the stuff by the tub. I grabbed him and heaved him out the tub onto the floor

I grabbed a warppable bandage and wrapped it around his wrists. While I was fixing him up I whispered words in his ears. My anger, sorrow, hurt and also my panic.

He was the only one I had to overcome the pain when mom and Emmett disappeared while dad drank his pain away.

Once I fixed all the cuts up he wouldn't wake up. No matter what I did he wouldn't wake up. I couldn't stand the sight of blood anymore so I washed us up in the tub.

After that I dressed us in house clothes and I laid him down on the bed and I clutched him tight to me and after listening to his heartbeat for a few minutes I fell asleep by him.

I woke up to the sound of someone in the house. Then I felt a void in my arms. I looked and it was empty.

I jumped up off the bed and the first place I looked to find Edward was in Carlisle's office. I didn't know he would be in there but I just felt that he was in there because whenever something happened he would be in his office, where mom and Emmett were taken.

I just imagined for a second that it was that bad man again and I couldn't let him take another one of my family again. But seeing Edwards face just by seeing his eyes open, I came back to my senses.

"Bree are you alright?" Dad asked

My head was a little fuzzy. "Yea I'm alright." I said weakly.

"That's good, me and Edward solved everything and I don't think those kids are going to be bulling him anymore and I'm sure Edward won't pull that stunt again, Right Edward?" Dad Urged. Edward nodded.

I don't know what the hell was happening but I was going to get my answers tonight.

"The pizza is on its way and we were about to go downstairs to watch television, do you want to join us?" Dad asked me. I nodded and we all went downstairs. We watched Two and a half men till the pizza came. We had our pizza then went to sleep at 9:30. Edward and I talked about what happened and then we fell asleep.

"That's great so that meant you enjoyed school today then." Carlisle joined. "No!" Edward said. "Oh, But why?" Carlisle whined playfully. "Because its common sense SCHOOL means six crappy hours of our lives, you can't ask me why it's just what it is." he said seriously. We all went into a fit of laughter, it might have not been that funny but coming from a six year old mouth it kind of was. "Where did you get that from?" I asked. "I made it up, it was pretty easy because its true and I think the people who invented school called it school because it matches and they didn't want anyone to figure it out." He laughed. I giggled. "Okay no more bad mouthing school, what did you want to at the house Edward," Dad asked suspicion. "I wanted to take a shower and say goodbye." He said softly.

"Okay we understand." I said. I said my goodbye before I went to sleep yesterday. "I'm sorry we had to move but it was for the best and we can start a new life like I should have given us when your mother and brother died." Dad croaked out.

"It's okay Dad it wasn't your fault it was that bad mans fault." Edward tried to comfort Carlisle.

Dad pulled over. "Oh But if I was there he wouldn't have taken your mother and he wouldn't have taken your brother either." He said sadly.

"They won't blame you-"

"Okay they won't blame me but I should have been there he could have taken me instead then they'll still be here and mayb you guys could have had a better life then I can do on my own." He chocked. Edward and I looked at each other. What he doesn't understand is that he is what makes this family compete he keeps it to together but he's to much of a nice person and stubborn to understand that, he has been holding this guilt for three years, and that he's scared he going to fall into deperession again and that we'll follow in suit.

But the main thing is that he has to think about is where would he be and where that will leave us.

I put a back story so you would understand something of their past and why there moving and I totally think school means 6 crappy hours of our lives because everyone treats me like crap there.

The mother is Elizabeth and the reason I'm telling you this is because I don't think I'll be mentioning her name. I might but I don't think I will.

I want at least 5 to 10 reviews if you want the next chapter. Well….. I hope you do at least.

I hope you at least enjoyed it is my first story on fanfiction and plus my computer kept turning off so I tried not to make it to rushed.

Another thing I was able to publish today because New Jersey was being useful to me and in Carteret we had a power outage so no school for us today.