3 months later:

Esme paced the house waiting for her husband to return home. Figiting with her fingers she prayed that he will agree, pray that he will understand. Somehow she needs to tell him this is not an intervention or anything like that, it's just...therapy from the family looking for their dad. Carlisle hasen't been the same since he encountered the girl. He's been depressed, sad, lifeless...dispite the irony in that...and it was starting to worry everyone. The first thing he did was assure Jayme that she wouldn't be walking home alone. Someone if not Esme would walk with her and Jayme was starting to feel guilty. Jasper tells Esme that everyday, he also tells her how much Carlisle is in pain and suffering in silence.

"I'm not sure this will work," Rosalie commented on the idea.

"We need to try something," Esme said with concern," We need to do something,"

"Still...oh hell no!" She yelled and forced the door opened. Esme was startled by this action and looked out the window. She ran right out chasing Rosalie hoping she won't do anything drastic.

Carlisle:

Carlisle decided to take a walk after work. He needed to get away from everyone, he needed to think, he needed to be alone. Ironically he wanted to be alone more than ever. Even at home he wanted to be left alone. He didn't know what to say or to do, but he could feel that they want to push for more answers.

The fall season was always Carlisles favorite season; the cool breeze, the bright colors, the soft ground. Leaving his car at the side of the road just before turning down the long road to his home. He walked over a few fallen trees and sticks and somehow made himself a path. The sun gleamed down through the leaves. He paused and looked up and let the warm rays hit his skin shimmered like it always did in the sunlight. He didn't care who saw him, he just wanted to stand there and feel the loneliness.

Yet as he strolled in the woods he couldn't help but remember his past. Since Aaren showed herself every memory that Carlisle buried came back. Like a 300 year old dam that one person had to destroy. Now everywhere he went he would have a flashback of his past, his pain, his suffering. His family.

The stroll in the woods reminded him of a flashback he never wanted to remember. It was a cold afternoon and ten year old Carlisle was out with his sisters doing their chores. The girls had laundry to clean while Carlisle had to take care of the garden his mother left, he had to fetch water from the well, he had to pick weeds, he had to run errands. Not a day went by when he wasn't expecting to do siters on the other hand had only the cooking, cleaning and laundry to do and it is evenly divided between them. His father always favored his sisters. Why? Carlisle never knew.

His oldest sister Elizabeth was standing in front of her pile of clothes holding a drenched thin and white shirt. She pointed to a very faint stain on the sleeve.

"Carlisle, what is this on your church wear?" She asked in a threatening tone.

"I am not sure sister Elizabeth," He always said 'sister' before calling anyone of his sisters.

"You know what father will say to this?" Carlisle tensed in smiled wickedly, her green eyes showed what she truly wanted.

"What would you like me to do?" He asked knowing she was trying to blackmail him.

Pulling her hazelnut hair into a bun, she looked at him thoughtfully. Then she said,"I'm bored and I haven't done this in a long time," she barged into the house yelling 'father'.

Carlisle stood frozen in fear, waiting for the worse. He was the only one who feared this demon who called himself Carlisle's father. Gazing up at the sky he stared at the sky. He wondered if this would be the last time he'll see it or if it'll be awhile before he lays eyes on the sky again. Father would keep him away from civilization, filling the villagers head with lies that Carlisle was sick or injured. He looked down at the ground trying to not cry. Most of the time he could keep it down.

Elizabeth came out and stood with a victory smile on her face. Elizabeth was the only one who enjoyed getting Carlisle into trouble. Sometimes she would listen to his blood curdling scream like it was music. Carlisle didn't need to raise his head to know who was standing in the doorway. Carlisle feared this man everyday. He feared the cruel evil look in these blue eyes, he feared the way the man spoke to him. Most of the time Carlisle would ask himself if this was a man or the devil in disguise.

"Boy," He said in a calm, raspy voice,"Come here,"

Carlisle slowly walked to this man. He was shaking but he was ready for what ever was to come. He wondered what punishment it will be this time.

"No wait father please," A little girl who bore a similar resemblance to Carlisle ran forward,"It is my fault father. I put the stain there. It was an accident. I-It will never happen again,"

His icy glare went to the young girl dressed in rags like Carlisle,"Aaren be silent," He growled and Carlisle stopped in front of him. Aaren ran off and hid behind Danelle who was the sister who never helped Carlisle, she was the one who taught him to take the punishment and just shake it off. Aaren tried to protect him, sometimes she would lie to her father. The daughters were never punished, their father was always so kind to them but he was always cruel to Carlisle. Rarely ever does she actually save him from their fathers cruelty.

Carlisle didn't set one foot over the threshold before being pulled in by his hair and thrown to the ground. The cold hard ground met his face with a hard slap. Carlisle could feel pain in his leg as this man stomped on it constantly. Then the sound of a chair breaking and a rib cracking came. Carlisle gasped for breath as the pain shot up his back and his muscles tensed. He could hear incoherent words spilling out from his father. Then he grabbed the back of Carlisle's neck and forced him to look at him.

"You are to look at me when I speak! Does the Bible not say 'honor thy mother and thy father'?" Carlisle tried to nod while trying to breath."Answer me!" He growled.

"Yes sir," Carlisle felt like a bunch of rocks were on his throat ceasing his breathing. The man dropped Carlisle who fell to his knees gasping for breath.

"Why would you care? You killed your own mother and now you are disrespecting me. Well I know one thing boy, if she were she would hate you for making her pregnancy miserable. It would not surprise me if she hates you now in Heaven. She blames you for her death," He started pacing the room. Carlisle took in what was around him. The windows were blocked up with books and Bibles, the only light was from the fireplace and a few candles. Carlisle laid there consumed with guilt and pain. He felt like he was in hell. As his father continued to hit him and kick him, Carlisle held his wooden cross close to his heart praying for this man to stop, prayed for strength to not cry, strength to forgive him.

"I will not stand for this boy. However I am late to a meeting because of you. So you are not to eat dinner and study the bible the rest of the night boy,"

When the punishment stopped, Carlisle remained in a curled up position trying not to cry. The man walked out the door, kissed his daughters and walked away. Carlisle crawled to the door and sat against the door feeling a hundred rocks weighing down on his chest and his mind. He felt alone, he felt hated by all, he felt guilty for a crime he did not remember committing, he felt his body ache along with his heart.

The backdoor opened and closed. Carlisle remained still with his head in his pale and warm arms wrapped around him in a protective and loving manner. Carlisle felt his heart warm up, his mind was free of the guilt and focused on who was showing him compassion. Looking to his left, he recognize the thin bright blond hair and thin blue dress. Aaren had come to him, like she usually did. She was the only one in his family who loved him, the only one who didn't blame him for what happened to their mother, the only one who showed him what it meant to have a family.

"I am here brother," She whispered,"I am here for you little brother," She started rubbing his back and he hissed in pain. She stopped and put her hand on his shoulder. "Father, Elizabeth and

Back to the present:

Aaren came into view at the edge of the woods. Rosalie stopped running and began marching up to her, as Edward puts it, 'raging bitch mode'. Aaren stood there in her pink t-shirt and blue baggy pants calmly.

"Just who the hell do you think you are!?" Rosalie yelled still marching up to Aaren. Esme managed to catch up to her and held her back.

"I am here to speak to Carlisle," She said in a calm tone.

"Not a chance in hell!" Rosalie yelled and Esme stood between her and Aaren. "You stay away from him and Jayme!"

Taking a breath,"I suppose you're a vampire like him, another member of his family," She looked at Rosalie with calmness.

"You're damn right! I want you to leave them alone!"

"Rosalie calm down," Esme struggled to keep Rosalie tamed. She jumped slightly when Carlisle ran up and stood beside her.

"Brother,"Aaren said in a bold voice,"Do you have an answer?"