I walked into my new room and flopped on my bed with a sigh of despair. At least I didn't have to help set up the furniture. Mom and Dad had decided that my brothers and I should stay home until got all the furniture arranged. I guess I should be thankful for small favors, but it was kinda hard considering everything that they had done to me.

Groaning I sat up as my older brother Nicolas Crowley nudged my door open with his foot. He stood in my doorway with a box in his arms. "K.C., Mom said to tell you to get your junk outta the car. She needs to go to the grocery store before they close."

I grudgingly stood up and said, "Whatever. She wouldn't have to worry bout the store closing if we had stayed in Cali."

Nick shook his head and said, "I know. I miss home too, but its not like we had a choice. After what happened there its better that we move to a small town. You know, someplace that's well wooded..."

"Ugh, it is so not fair! I'm being punished for something I haven't even done yet, and probably never will! At least you get to go back to college tomorrow! I'm stuck here for the next two years!"

"You know what, since its still raining out I'll bring up the last of your stuff for you. You've only got those two boxes right?"

"Yeah, Thanks Nicky. I wish you didn't have to go. This place is bad enough as it is. It'll be Hell without you."

"I'm gonna miss you too Kerrie. Don't be too hard on Damien while I'm gone. He's beaten himself up enough over what happened as it is." With that he shut my door behind him as he left to finish cleaning out our mom's black Saturn VUE Hybrid.

I can't believe I actually have to live in this rainy boring town in the middle of nowhere,I thought as I began unpacking my belongings. I had just gotten all my clothes and electronics where I wanted them when there was a knock on my door. "Come in," I called knowing from the light tapping that it was my younger brother Damien. He opened the door, but only took a couple of steps into the room as if afraid to be any closer to me without anyone else around. I couldn't really say that I blamed him though after the way I'd been treating him lately. I still wanted to rip him a new one and would have too if the look on his face hadn't been so desolate. It was then that I realized just how bad he felt about the incident that had occurred back in San Francisco. Sitting down on my bed I patted the spot next to me and said, "Have a seat Lil' Bro." Tentatively he did as I said. As I watched him slink over in shame I noticed just how different he was from Nicolas and I, and not just in appearance. Our whole family was tall, but where Damien had the stocky build of a football player Nick and I both had the slim muscles of runners. Physically, Nick and I took after our mom Luciana with our dark features, but we have our father Robert's personality. Damien, on the other hand is just the opposite. We all have the same skin tone, a striking creamy caramel color, but Luciana, Nicolas and I have black curly hair and black eyes whereas Robert and Damien have straight dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

It's our personalities, though, that really seperate us. Damien is admittedly outgoing than either Nicolas or I, but only because we got our father's patience. Instead of blurting out whatever pops into our heads we tend to analyze what's in our heads and hearts before speaking. In the end our hearts usually win out. Damien is more stubborn and tends to believe that his first thought is always right. Unfortunately that's what has caused us to end up in this God forsaken town of Forks, Washington, and why Damien is now sitting on my bed looking like he just lost his best friend.

"K.C., I'm sorry about everything," he said softly, looking at his hands folded in his lap. I don't know what came over me. You and Nick made it seem so easy, but it wasn't."

"I know, and I'm sorry Dame. I should've known you were struggling and helped you through it. It was my job to be there for you and I failed, but we won't let that happen again now will we?"

Damien looked up at me with tears in his eyes and asked hopefully, "We won't?"

"No way Lil' Bro," I said hugging him to my side, "I'm gonna be there with you from now on. Now get outta my room before I kick your butt all the way back to Cali."

As soon as Damien left Nick walked in carrying my last two boxes and set them on my desk. "I heard what you said to him."

"Yeah, I know, I'm such a sap. He just looked so pitiful. Thanks for grabbin these for me."

"No problem KerrBear. Mom wants me to go grab pizza for tonight while she's at the store. Wanna come with?"

"Sure," I said as I stood up and stretched, "Just let me grab my jacket."

"Oh, by the way," Nick said in a suspiciously conversational tone, " I decided to let you have my car while I'm gone, and if you take good enough care of her I might just let you keep her and get myself a new one."

I nodded and grabbed my black leather jacket. After getting my right arm in it's sleeve I stopped and looked up at Nick who had a huge grin on his face and a matching grin broke out on mine. "Oh my God," I shouted throwing myself at him and hugging him as tightly as I could, "Thank you! You are the most awesome bid brother in the whole world!"

As soon as we got outside I squeaked in terror and threw my hands over my head. I'll be the first to admit that it was a girly move on my part, but I hated dealing with post-rain hair. I pulled my jacket as high as I could and dashed for Nick's, soon to be my, dark silver 1970 Ford Mustand Shelby GT. That was the last time Nick and I got to hang out before he left. There goes any chance at this place even being tolerable, I thought to myself the next day as we watched Nick board his plane for North Carolina.

Three days later I was walking in the woods behind our house when I heard Damien call my name from deeper in. I ran as fast as I could praying that I would get to him in time. What I saw when I reached him stopped me in my tracks. standing over my brother's naked and bloody body was the most terrifyingly beautiful boy I had ever seen. I knew then and there that I would either marry or kill him. There could be no other way.