Where do you live, I live anyplace…

"You seem angry." Dr. Cullen stated as I plopped myself down on to the couch with a huff. I tossed my bag to my feet and glared across the room at the quack looking back at me. He looked so serene, analyzing my every blinking moment.

"No shit, Sherlock." He sat there, unfazed. "What? You're not going to write that down? You're slipping, doll face."

He smiled at the nickname. "I thought about what we could do to get you more comfortable with the situation, Bella. You very clearly don't appreciate my notes while I very clearly don't appreciate your shifty attitude. So, I've got a deal to offer." He announced, clearing his throat. "At the end of every session, I will read you everything I've written during the time we spent together. But only if you answer the things I ask you."

I snorted. "I could care less what you're writing about me. It's the constant scribbling that makes me nuts. And I don't agree to deals- I make them."

He raised a perfectly chiseled eyebrow. He totally got them waxed. "I do have real patients, Bella. Ones that are reaching out for help. Not retracting there plea."

I gaped at him. "I never pleaded to anyone! I certainly can't undo things I've never done!"

Dr. Cullen sighed. "Bella, you're sister asked-"

"That fucking psycho is not my sister." I growled. "I'm only related to her at all because she married my brother."

I have never liked Rosalie. Maybe a few times she was a bit nice, but most of the time she was just plain crazy. I told Emmett time and time again that I would rather eat dirt than live in the same house as Rose, but he ignored me.

"I notice you have nothing negative to express about your brother." Dr. Cullen noted, confused.

"Emmett is a douche for agreeing with Rosalie, but he's my brother." I stated, confidently.

He raised an eyebrow and I rolled my eyes. Of course he wouldn't understand.

"It's a sibling thing." I shrugged. He looked no more convinced.

"I happen to have a sister, Bella, and we fight like cats and dogs." He told me, sitting back in his chair.

"Well, are your parents divorced?" I asked.

"No."

"So you're Mother never fought for custody and took you away from your Dad?"

"I'm afraid not."

"And your Father never once stabbed your Step Father in the balls?"

"I can't say he has."

"So, that means you didn't cling to your sister for dear life after your Father was put in jail for defending you?"

Dr. Cullen gave me a nod. "I'm beginning to see your point. You and your brother are very tightly bound together and with Rosalie in the picture, you don't have his full attention."

"No! Are you kidding me? Shit. That's so….so…fuck. You're right." I huffed.

I never expected Dr. Cullen to actually get anything about me right. He was just so stupid and full of himself. He didn't know a thing about me…but he took some pretty good guesses. I hated that Rosalie was in the house with us. Emmett and I were doing just fine on our own. I was in school and doing well until POOF! A dumb blonde is standing over my shoulder while I do my homework telling me I was doing everything wrong.

"This is Rosalie," Emmett announced. "Rosalie, this is Bella."

Rosalie cleared her throat, awkwardly. "You never mentioned you had kids."

Emmett gave her a confused look. "Oh no, baby, Bella ain't my kid. She's my kid sister."

Rosalie still looked uncomfortable. "I thought we were going to be alone.

I took that as my not so subtle hint to beat it. I gathered up my books off the kitchen table and stuffed them in my backpack. I slung it over my shoulder and got on my tip toes to kiss Emmett on the cheek.

"That's okay. I'm going to the library anyway. I won't be long." I told him giving Rosalie a warning look as I turned. "You kids have fun now."

"Be back by nine!" He told me on my way out the door. I was fourteen at the time, and hardly needed a reason to have a curfew. But I was sure Emmett just made that up off the top of his head and I respected that. So, when I came home at eight thirty and Rosalie's car was still in the driveway, I was angry. He wanted me home by nine, but didn't have the common courtesy to ask me if I minded his little girlfriend being there. I turned around with the intention of walking back to the library. But when I saw the hookers lining up on the corner, I got sucked in. That was the first night I sat with them.

And the first night I snuck through the window.

"Can you tell me the things Rosalie does to make you hate her so much?" Dr. Cullen asked me, interested.

I snorted, throwing up my hands. "We're going to be here all night."

He looked surprised. "That many, really?"

"She's a bitch, for one. She needs everything to be majorly perfect. And not just regular perfect. Everything has to be up to her impossible standards. She took over the house, my house. She came in and changed everything. She got new furniture, she painted every wall in the place, and she got new carpeting and hard wood. She even took the pictures off the wall of when we were kids and replaced them with ones of her and her stupid fucking family! She manipulates Emmett into everything, whether its dinner or shopping or sending me to therapy. She buys everything she sees, but yet I've carried around the same backpack since the fourth grade!"

"She is always insulting my Dad, every chance she gets. She tells us that he's a convict and forbid me from going to visit home for the last three months! She is always gushing about how beautiful and well rounded my crazy ass Mother is which really does explain a lot about her. She's catty and mean and completely self absorbed. She purposely does shit to make me pissed, like fuck Emmett on the kitchen floor right after she called me for breakfast! She wants kids, but refuses to let the kids from the center come and stay with us, even though anyone in the state of Washington can become a foster parent!"

"She bitched about everything. She won't go grocery shopping because she always has yoga or a nail appointment or Botox. She's twenty five! Who gets Botox at twenty five? She is constantly criticizing everything I do and she told me the other day that the only way I would ever become a detective was if they suddenly began skipping the psych evaluations! How fucked up is that? She's bossy and sticks her nose where it doesn't belong. She comments on everything and anything, even if it has nothing to do with her. She is convinced my 'trauma' is an act, yet she sends me to this hell in a brick building every other day while she fucks her personal trainer. Do you need more, or can I stop here?"

Dr. Cullen looked like I just pulled down my pants and shit on the floor. He took a deep breath and for a minute I thought I might have over done it just a bit. But he ran his fingers through his hair and let everything I said sink in.

"This Rosalie sounds like a real bitch." He finally sighed. "And from everything you told me, you have every right to hate her."

I found a small grin appearing on my face. "You're serious?"

He smiled, slightly. "As a heart attack. Do you see how good that felt? Don't think of me as a shrink, Bella. Think of me as a friend, someone you can vent to. When you have a bad day, come in and tell me all about it. I'm really not here to judge you. I actually might surprise you."

I thought about this. The girls at school weren't exactly friend material and the guys were a completely different story. They were immature and made fun of me all the time for stupid shit like reading in the library at lunch. Dr. Cullen seemed a little different. Not like a friend per say, but he was somewhat comforting. He gave me a small sense of security that I never once feared was false. He was a nice guy from the looks of it and I found myself nodding my head.

"Alright. That actually sounds kind of nice." I admitted, shaking my head. "But there's one problem."

"And that is…?" He asked, trailing off.

"The notes. I don't want you to take anymore of them. Friends don't write down what other friends say to them in private. It's not right." I argued.

He gave me a smirk, setting his notepad down on the table in front of him. He tucked his pen into the breast pocket of his blue pin striped shirt. His khaki colored slacks went nicely with his shirt and I realized he was a nice dresser. It completely slipped my mind.

"Fair enough, Bella. I won't take anymore notes about you." He nodded, glancing at his watch. "But our time together is over, I'm sorry to say. I'm afraid I won't be in the office on Monday though. I have family coming to visit."

"You too?" I grumbled. "I have to deal with Rosalie's snotty brother and his new little bitch. Oh, the fun we'll have together."

Dr. Cullen chuckled. "See? It feels good."

I smiled a small smile and stood up to leave. As I approached the door and grabbed my bag, Dr. Cullen said my name. I turned around tucked my hair behind my ear.

"I love The Office." He grinned, looking pointedly at my shirt. I winked at him and left, feeling rejuvenated. I was very proud for some reason.

Oh, Dwight, I thought as I left the lobby smiling, I am so very glad Jim put your stapler in the Jell-O.

"Bella, hurry up. Jasper will be here in twenty minutes and the house is still a disaster." Rosalie said, frantically. I sighed and looked around the room. The kitchen was spotless; the granite counter tops were shimmering from the newly replaced light bulbs above us. The living room had been vacuumed and cleared. The coffee table held a few magazines and the remote, for our guests viewing pleasure. The couch had a blanket draped over the arm to show how warm our home was. If you could call it a home anymore, I huffed inside my brain. With Rosalie running around, it was like Nazi Germany.

I didn't go to school today, because Rosalie needed help around the house. Emmett didn't like me missing school, but Rosalie told him she needed help cleaning. But all Rosalie had cleaned today was herself. She took an hour long shower, did her make up for another hour and then spent two deciding on what to wear. In that time, I had cleaned the entire first level of our home. It really didn't matter what the upstairs looked like. All that was up there was Rosalie and Emmett's room and a few closets. The guest bedroom they would be staying in was across the hall from mine, much to Rosalie's distress. She didn't want her brother within two feet of me, much less two steps.

We heard a car pull up and Rosalie shrieked. She peered out the window and looked frantically back at me. "Quick, go to your room!"

Yeah. Because I was the turn off. I gave her the finger and she scowled at me, dangerously. I had the feeling if she was about twenty years younger, she'd stick her tongue out at me. But she just scurried to the door in the heels she took from my closet without asking, I might add, and opened the door before it would even ring. Standing in the doorway was a tall blonde man, who looked strikingly like Rosalie. I remembered they were twins when Rosalie threw her arms around him and gave a small squeal. The man grinned, showing off a set of perfectly white teeth. His eyes were the color of the Caribbean ocean, not resembling Rose's at all. His showed playfulness with a spark of awareness. Rosalie's portrayed hate and lust all day long. Hate for me and a dose of lust for Emmett. Frankly, I was glad it wasn't the other way around. Wouldn't that be a zinger?

"Rosie Posy!" Jasper chuckled, in a deep southern accent. I thought they were from Manhattan?

"Jazzy, honey, come on in! You remember Emmett's little sister, Bella." Rosalie gushed, gesturing at me. I nodded from where I was seated on the back of the couch. "Oh, you must be Alice!"

At this point, Emmett entered the room. He had been in the shower and was clean shaven and dressed. I was kind of mad at him. Stubble never hurt anyone, did it? He shouldn't primp for these bastards from South Fucking Manhattan. Hey! That would be a good movie title. The Bastards of Manhattan, 1, 2 and 3.

"Alice? Are you kidding me?" Emmett whispered, angrily in my ear. I laughed. He had been struggling for days trying to figure out what her name was. He didn't want to ask Rosalie, because she would know he'd forgotten and she would be pissed with him. So, he ran them by me every few hours to see if they sounded right.

"And you must be Rosalie!" A chirpy voice answered. Oh, Good God almighty. "I've heard so much about you."

Rosalie led them in the house, eagerly. She frowned when she saw I hadn't changed out of my jeans, but she didn't let anymore show. Emmett looked the part though. He put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek, affectionately. Jasper put an around Alice's small frame and chuckled.

"Alice, this is my husband, Emmett and his sister, Bella. She lives with us." Rosalie explained, cheerily. Jasper gave a confused look to her. He'd obviously received some different info.

"It's so nice to meet you two! Jasper has told me all about you." Alice said, perkily.

"It's nice to meet you too….can I call you Al? Or Ali maybe?" Emmett asked, already forgetting her name. I snickered and Rosalie shot us both looks.

Alice beamed. "I'd love that! Can I call you Em?"

Emmett looked uncertain. "I guess, yeah."

Alice suddenly turned her attention to me. "Oh, and Bella? What a pretty name! Is it short for something? Annabelle? Arabella? Bonnie Belle?"

Bitch thinks she has jokes? I rolled my eyes.

"Isabella." I said in a clearly bored tone. "Bella works fine though, please."

"Oh, that's fine. My name is Mary Alice, but I am strictly Alice. And now I'm Ali!" She explained, way too happy already to be here.

It was silent for a moment, before Rosalie clapped her hands. "Bella, why don't you show Jasper and Alice to there room? You're rooms are right next to each other, you know?"

I grimaced and hopped off the couch, clumsily. They followed me with their bags down the hall and into the cheerful yellow guest room with a shiny white king sized bed and flat screen TV. This is where I disappeared to on particularly bad nights. It would be odd to have someone sleeping here.

They dropped their bags and turned to me, smiling. "Bella, I can tell we're going to be the best of friends. You seem great."

I snorted. "And you seem high."

She laughed and made sure Jasper was in the bathroom before pulling me closer to her. "Rosalie is a little high strung for me. I appreciate the simpler things in life and obviously you do too. I like your shirt by the way."

I was a little surprised. Alice just looked so comfortable with Rosalie already and it felt odd. I kind of felt like I was now in some sort of secret club. It made me giddy.

"Thanks, I guess." I shifted, uncomfortably. "So, you think Rose is a bitch too?"

Alice shrugged. "Not a bitch, exactly. Just…overbearing. Jasper has told me all kinds of stories about her that say it all, but he doesn't think the same thing. She's his twin; they have some kind of joint mind. There networks are connected, if you know what I mean."

I nodded. "Yeah, I get it. And I think you're right so far- we just might be friends, Mary Alice."

She giggled. "Good to hear, Isabella."

"Fuck you."

Rosalie did not appreciate that at all. I said this to her this morning when she told me my favorite pair of jeans make me look like a fat whore. But she phrased it rather nicely. She claimed I looked like a heavy trollop. I had to give her credit, that was a pretty good dig. But she was being a bitch, and I put her in her place. End of discussion.

It was Wednesday and I was in the car on my way to therapy. Emmett was taking me today because Rosalie refused to be anywhere near me. She said I was weakening her soul. I was under the impression she had a black hole in her chest that sucked in positive emotions, leaving negative to run wild. But that was just a theory. We had told Alice and Jasper I was going to a dentist appointment, but I'm sure Rosalie would tell them the truth while we were gone. She couldn't pass up a chance at sympathy.

"You be good for Dr. Cullen, you hear?" Emmett grinned, playfully. I smacked his shoulder with my palm. He laughed and stopped the car in front of the building.

"What? You're not chaperoning me?" I asked, getting unbuckled.

He snorted. "Rosalie goes overboard with that. I trust you, hon. Never forget it."

I smiled and shut the car door. Emmett waved and pulled away, slowly. I grinned as I walked into the building. I knew Emmett trusted me and that made me feel horrible and ecstatic at the same time. I felt bad because I was always sneaking out and lying to him, but I was excited because that meant I was still on his nice list. I was pretty positive I was on his shit list these days, but you never know with Emmett.

I skipped into the lobby and gave the receptionist, whom I'd learned was named Angela a great big smile. She smiled back, pleased that Rosalie wasn't here today. She told me to go on back and I complied. I hesitated only a little opening the door and peered inside. Dr. Cullen was sitting in his chair, waiting.

"Good afternoon, friend." He winked as I sat down. Was that a blush creeping up on my cheeks? How embarrassing.

"What's up, Doc?" I smirked.

He smirked right back. "Nothing much. My sister is in town this week. And you?"

I almost laughed. He really was trying to talk to me like I was a friend. It made me giggle, but I covered it up with my hand.

"I told you, Michael and Lisa are staying with us this week." I reminded him. He looked confused for a moment and then I saw it click. He laughed, amused with my joke.

"That's quite comical, Bella. I applaud that." He chuckled, putting his hands behind his head. "Anything in particular you'd like to share with me today?"

I thought for a moment and shrugged. "I told Rosalie to go fuck herself this morning."

Dr. Cullen looked impressed. "Why?"

"She told me I looked like a fat whore." I told him, still utterly offended.

He choked on air. "That's a horrible thing to say. Why do you think it made you so mad, though?"

I snorted. "Besides the obvious?"

He nodded, looking perplexed.

"I guess it reminds me of Phil." I shrugged.

He was confused. I could tell he was itching to go over his notes and remember who Phil was. "Phil is my Step Dad."

He gave a polite 'ah'. "And he used to insult you like that?"

"Frequently. At least, when Renee wasn't around. She might be a shitty Mother, but she wouldn't have stood for that." I sighed. "That's at least one good thing about her."

"Can you tell me more about your Mother?" He hedged. I laughed and shook my head.

"It's always the Mother with you people," I snickered. "But sure. She's a ten dollar whore that married a pedophile. She took me away from my Dad for amusement and landed him in jail for kicks."

"It's hebephelia, actually." He corrected me.

"What?" I blinked. I just told him Renee was a nut fuck and he's telling me about hepatitis?

"Phil would be a hebephile, Bella. A pedophile is someone who preys on prepubescent children. A hebephile goes after pubescent children. It might even be considered Ephebophilia, considering you were thirteen when it happened, correct?" He checked. I nodded, mutely.

"Is there a phile for just plain asshats?" I hissed. He smirked, knowingly.

"I believe that would be all of them, Bella. But did it particularly bother you when Phil insulted you as a child?"

I rolled my eyes. "Well, yeah. I was thirteen. You have the lowest self confidence ever at that age. It sucked."

"Phil was obviously a dominant personality, correct? I think he was a phile of some sort and wanted to dominate you because he knew you would be submissive. If he had gotten around to assaulting you, would you have told someone?"

I was silent.

"Exactly," He mused. "And your Mother is still married to him?"

"As far as I know." I mumbled.

He suddenly grinned at me. It was hesitant, but it was full blown. He seemed to be debating something in his head and finally he blurted it out,

"They can't possibly have a very good sex life!"

I burst out laughing. "Oh, they both have fantastic sex lives. Just not with each other."

Dr. Cullen seemed relieved I had laughed. He glanced at his watch, looking almost upset. He looked up at me sadly and his eyebrows went together. "It seems our time is up, Bella. Time sure flies when you're having fun."

I gave a small smile. I really wasn't looking forward to going to Jasper's party. We were having it tonight at this high class little restaurant on the pricey side of town. It was called La Bella Italia apparently. The beautiful Italian was the best they could come up with? I hate eating out. At least I wouldn't have a far walk to the children's center tonight. It would be a little late by the time I got there, so I would probably get a chance to talk to some of the older kids tonight. Most of them there were under fourteen, so it wasn't weird to hang out with an orphan by own age, you know? I sighed, pulling back to reality.

"I guess it does. If you can call your phelia shit fun." I mumbled, standing up and grabbing my bag.

He shrugged. "It was obviously fun for us. You said you have family in town? Are they here for any special reason?"

I gave a weak laugh. "For Rosalie's brother's birthday. We're all going over to come snooty restaurant uptown and stuffing our faces with snails and clams. You know, delightful dug up delicacies?"

"Good luck with that," He said,, sympathetically. "I have a family gathering tonight as well."

"Bring a knife. Those sort of things end violently." I advised him on my way out the door. I heard him laughing down the hall as I pulled out my phone to call Emmett. I was pleased with myself.

Dr. Cullen was slowly becoming…a friend.

"Happy birthday my ass." I muttered as the waitress seated us at a large table in the middle of the restaurant. Emmett nudged me to keep my mouth shut and Alice giggled from her spot a seat away from me. "What's with the extra seat?"

Alice smiled. "My brother is coming too. He's running late, but he'll be here any second."

I rolled my eyes. "Yay!"

Rosalie kicked me under the table. I winced. How long can her legs be? This table was like nine fucking feet long. What was she, Inspector Fucking Gadget? I glanced over at the bar in the corner, longingly. If I had it my way, I was getting drunk as fuck tonight.

"Well, this is just great, you guys. I'm so happy to spend my birthday with family." Jasper announced, putting his arm around Alice. Suddenly, the waitress appeared behind Rosalie. She had a fake smile on her face and notepad in her hand. It reminded me of Dr. Cullen and I grinned.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" She asked the table.

"I'll have a Gin Fizz, thank you." Rosalie announced.

"Can you make me a Pixie Stick?" Alice asked, cheekily. The waitress nodded, moving to Jasper.

"Scotch on the rocks." He told her.

"Just a plain old beer, thank you." Emmett said, happily. Rosalie scowled at him. Beer was code for dumb fuck squeeze.

She turned to me. I smiled, sweetly. "Rum and Coke."

She didn't bat an eye. She jotted it down and Rosalie's eyes widened. "She's only seventeen!"

I gave her a confused look. Alice and Emmett sniggered as I shook my head. "I turned twenty one last month, Rose. You know that."

She glared at me and turned back to the waitress. "She'll have a plain Coke."

"I'll have what I ordered, Rosalie." I growled.

"Ma'am, can I see some ID?" The waitress cut in, impatiently. I smile and pulled my ID out of my bra. Rosalie's head fell in her hands and she looked mortified. This made Alice giggle louder and Emmett clear his throat. Even Jasper cracked a small smile.

I handed the waitress my driver's license and she smiled, handing it back to me. She looked at Rosalie in disdain. "That says it all, Miss."

I snickered and shoved it back in my breasts.

Isabella Marie Swan

Age: 21

Height: 5'4

Weight: 101 lbs.

Seattle, Washington.

It was a good thing I knew a guy, who knew a guy, who had a cousin, who had a brother, who knew a guy, who had a wife, who had a Dad, who had a dog, who had an owner, who had an aunt, who had an uncle that knew a guy.

"Excuse me?" A velvety familiar voice appeared from behind.

Alice jumped up out of her seat and hugged whoever was behind me. I had a feeling that if I looked, I would bang my head into the table. "Edward! Sit down!"

The chair next to me pulled out and I hid behind my hair. This was not happening, this was not happening, this was not happening…

"Hello, you must be Bella. Alice has told me an abundance about you."

I turned my head and saw the face of Dr. Cullen grinning at me. He held his hand out and I shook it, weakly. He smirked and held his other hand out to Emmett beside me. "And you must be Emmett, pleasure to meet you."

Emmett nodded, looking a little lost. "This is my wife, Rosalie."

Dr. Cullen waved to Rosalie across the table. She smiled, a big cheesy fake smile and looked back down at her menu. Alice was bouncing in her seat. "Everyone, this is my brother, Edward. Edward, you've obviously now met everyone."

Dr. Cullen smiled. He was about to say something else when the waitress appeared with our drinks. She put the Rum and Coke in front of me with a wink and Rosalie huffed. She passed out the other drinks and took Dr. Cullen's, flirtatiously. He ordered a screwdriver and Alice rolled her eyes when the waitress left.

"Only you would order something as gay as a screwdriver, Edward." She sighed.

"I'm a grown man, Alice, I can drink what I want." He shot back, playfully.

Emmett cut in. "So, Eddie, what do you do?"

Dr. Cullen cleared his throat and glanced at me. "I'm a psychiatrist."

I waited for Rosalie to say something about him being my psychiatrist when it occurred to me that I was the only one who'd ever seen him. I sensed a sweet victory in my future and did a little happy dance in my head. It looked oddly like the moves in Charlie Brown. I did wonder though, why Dr. Cullen hadn't said anything about being my therapist yet. Perhaps it was a confidentiality thing.

Rosalie got a wicked glint in her eyes. "Well, Bella sees a-"

"Dentist!" Emmett cut in, frantically. Rosalie glared at him and opened her mouth. Before she could say anything, Emmett stuffed a piece of bread in there. Good job, brother. I would have to get him something for his birthday now.

"Yeah, my dentist is a real douche bag though," I snuck a look at Dr. Cullen who was chuckling in to his Screwdriver. I couldn't help but think that I would like him to drive his screw into me. I turned red at my own thoughts. I honestly couldn't help it. "He's always trying to talk to me. His interest in me might be considered Ephebophilia."

Dr. Cullen choked on his drink. I smirked and sipped mine quietly. I savored the taste in my mouth before swallowing. Maybe I wouldn't need to get piss drunk tonight. I had the good doctor here to amuse me.

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Jasper! Happy Birthday to you!" We all sang. Well, I wouldn't say we. I did not open my mouth for this delightful vocal extravaganza.

"Oh, you guys are great." Jasper laughed as he dug into his cake. "Really, I couldn't-"

"Just the up and eat your fucking cake." I hissed. Rosalie shot me the thousandth look of the night. Everyone else erupted in another round of laughter, including Dr. Cullen. I didn't see what was funny about it. Maybe they were all just too drunk to tell. I know Emmett wasn't driving home. He most definitely could not say the alphabet backwards to any cop. And I couldn't have two fuckers in jail.

"Oh, Bella, you kill me." Emmett was gasping for air. This made Alice and Jasper laugh harder. Everyone in the place was watching us with amusement. This night was never going to end if I didn't get out of here now. I stood up and tossed my napkin on to the table.

"I'm out." I announced. Emmett patted my arm and hiccupped.

"Don't do drugs." He warned me. I nodded and looked around to see if I was forgetting anything. I remembered I had my real and fake license in my bra along with a twenty. I tore out of that place and breathed in the fresh air once I was outside. I just spent two hours in a hot Italian hell with my therapist and my older brother, The Drunk. My bitchy sister in law called me a pig twice and her brother told me my roots were showing. My hair is the natural color, thank you. My heels clicked on the way to the children's center and I shook my head. I needed a car.

Not therapy.

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