Hey guys! Whats up? So sorry i haven't updated in awhile, my life has been crazy. Before school was out there was paper after paper due, and my life was really complicated at that time, and during the summer my life is still busy. Sorry guys I love fanfiction but it's not my first priority.

So this chapter is dedicated to my awesome new betta, Il Angelo, thanks for the help.

Rose stood at the end of the hallway staring in horror at whatever was behind me. I slowly turned around to come face to face with a golden coffin. Not just any coffin, but a coffin the size of a child.

I walked towards the coffin and looked down. It was filled with a five year old boy with curly blond hair and full lips that looked a lot like Izzy's did. His feet touched the bottom of the coffin and his head touch the top. Written on the piece of paper taped to the wall said...

Gunner James McCarty

Beloved son, grandson, and child

Our loss, Heavens gain

He was my son. A part of me. He was dead.

People were talking about him.

"He was so young."

"He was one of my daughter's best friends."

"He was probably the nicest boy in the neighborhood."

"His father was driving the car when the car crash happened, yet he came out without a scratch." I turned my attention to the blond women who said that; she stood next to a chubby brunette lady that was cradling an infant in her arms.

"Yeah," the brunette said. "First he killed his parents, then his son. Who's next, his wife?"

I killed Gunner? My head turned to my son's coffin as the priest shut it and two strong men picked up the coffin with his stiff, cold, lifeless body inside. I watched as they brought it to the hole in the backyard and slowly lowered the coffin in.

I woke up drenched in sweat, my shirt clinging to me. Rose slept peacefully beside me, her hand resting on her rather large belly. Rose was eight months pregnant, and I already loved the little baby growing inside of her. But what if I wasn't a good enough father to the baby; what if I didn't give him/her everything they needed. What if I took away something that was most important to them, like their life? What if I screw up their life?

The clock read 5:43 am, and I was wide awake now. I kissed Rosalie's head and left for the kitchen. I made my daily plain, black coffee, which I first started to make when I was 13. Back then it was because that is what I thought my soul was like, but over the years it has started to grow on me.

"Hey, baby," Rosalie said from behind me.

"Hey, Rose," I got down on my knees. "Hi baby Royce or Cassie. You gotta come out soon and stop causing mommy so much pain."

Rose laughed, "It's okay. I don't mind, it's all worth it." I leaned in the kiss her, but the phone rang, ending our moment.

"Hello?" I inquired into the phone.

"Hello, this is Wyatt Kelp. Can I speak to an Emmett McCarty?"

"This is he," I said sitting down.

"As I said before my name is Wyatt Kelp, and I would like to have a meeting with you and your wife," he paused for a second, "Rosalie McCarty."

How did this guy know my wife's and my name?
"About what?"

"I have information that might lead to your little sister, Isabella McCarty, being alive," Mr. Kelp started.

I cut him off, "Where will we be meeting?"

"You know the tall building across from where your wife works?" Mr. Kelp asked. I nodded even though I knew he could not see me. "I will be waiting for you on the 12th floor. Let's say 12 o'clock?"

I looked at my watch. It was only six. Did I really have to wait that long to find out about my little sister?

"Yes that will do," I said. Twelve o'clock would have to do.

"See you then Mr. McCarty," he said before the line went dead.

Izzy might still be alive. My hopes, which I have pushed so far out of my head because of misery, might still have a shot. My little sister that I thought I killed may still have a life.

I felt warm arms around me, "What's the matter?" Rose asked leaving a trail of kisses down my neck.

"That guy that just called, Wyatt Kelp, he said that there is information that can lead to Izzy still being alive," I started. "But what if he's not who he says? I mean he knew yours, mine, and Izzy's name. He also knew where you work. What if he's a serial killer? He knew that Izzy is one the most important people in my life, I mean besides the baby and you of cour..." I rambled.

Rosalie cut me off with a kiss that calmed me down instantly.

"Emmett," she started, "Do you want to go?" I nodded still catching my breath. "Then go, I'll come too if you want."

"Thank you, Rose," I said kissing her again.

Rosalie and I stood in the elevator, my arm wrapped around her shoulders, her face in my chest. When the elevator opened, I was surprised not to see a dark room filled with corpses but a bright room filled with people in lab coats and suits.

A young lady walked up to me. She was almost as tall as me and she wore a white lab coat. Her brown hair was in a high pony tail that brought out her hazel eyes. "Hello," she said. "My name is Macy Bendoria. Are you Mr. and Mrs. McCarty?" I nodded. "Well follow me. I'm going to Dr. Kelp right now."

Rose and I followed her down a long hallway. We stopped in front of a big door, which had two police officers in front of it, which had a desk next to it. The man behind the desk was scrolling up and down on his computer.

"Henry?" Macy said bringing the man's attention away from his computer.

"Yes?" he asked his blue eyes judging us from behind the rims of his glasses.

"This is Mr. and Mrs. McCarty. Dr. Kelp has a meeting with them," Macy said.

"And what about you, Miss Bendoria," Henry asked. Macy and Henry seemed to have a silent conversation with their eyes. "Go ahead," he said nodding at the police officers to open the door.

We followed Macy inside at an annoyingly slow rate. I just wanted to find out about Izzy, my little sister.

"Macy, my dear," a voice said from the dark corner. "Do you have what I asked for?" He stepped forward. He was an older man. Almost bald and put most of his weight on his wooden cane; yet, he looked like, if he had to, he could run a mile with guns being shot all around him.

Macy nodded and brought him a packet labeled 'Isabella McCarty'. "It came up positive," she said with no emotion on her face.

"Thank you, Macy, you can leave now," he said as Macy started to walk away. "But tell Henry to send in Luke..." Macy nodded and left us alone.

"Mr. Emmett McCarty, son of Nathan and Alexandera McCarty, brother of Isabella McCarty, adopted by Carlisle and Esme Cullen, adopted brother of Alice Cullen," he said walking closer to me and Rose. "Married to Rosalie Hale," he genitally took Rose's hand and placed a kiss on the back of her delicate hand,"and soon to be father." He placed his hand on my wives stomach, his other gripping his cane. This man seemed to know everything about my life, my family, and me. Was he obsessed with me? Did he want to hurt my family? I put an arm around Rosalie's waist, my hand touching the side of her stomach. "My name is Wyatt Kelp. We talked on the phone," he said, holding his hand out for mine.

"Emmett McCarty," I retorted grabbing his wrinkled hand. "But you seem to already know that." My eyes wondered around the room, looking for something. I don't know what, but something. Maybe the dead corpses that I was expecting when I first walked onto this floor, chairs with ropes, anything I guess.

"There are reasons for that," he turned around and walked to a table that had been set up for our meeting, I guess. Four chairs. Mr. Kelp, me, Rose, and... who was that last person he said… Luke or something.

"As I said on the phone," Mr. Kelp started, "We have found evidence that Isabella," he paused to take an unneeded but comfortable breath, "May still be alive."

I nodded calmly on the outside, but on the inside I was thinking "What! How! Where!"

"First," he brought out the packet labeled Isabella McCarty, "I need you to confirm these pictures of your little sister to make sure it is her." I nodded, gripping Rose's hand.

He pulled the first picture out of the packet. It was of Izzy about one month before our parents died. Izzy was smiling and laughing on the blue swing we had behind our house. I was behind her looking not at all interested in her, but instead looking over the fence that separated our house from the neighbors. They had two teenage daughters, and they were really hot at the time. Zoey and Anna I think were their names. Both of them had long, curly brown hair that went to their backs and bright green eyes. Zoey was a Freshman in high school, and Anna was in my grade. They were both in bikinis tanning. At this point in time I had a very big crush on Anna. If only I would have known I only had a little over a month until I would never see Izzy again.

"I recognize that one."

The next one he pulled out was of Izzy, at about the age of five, sitting on the sidewalk by our house with her plethora chalk spread out around her. She was smiling brightly up at the camera with her drawing of her "future family" in front of her. The picture was of her, her husband Prince Charming, and her four kids Mario, Princess Peach, Cinderella, and Belle after all of her favorite characters. I mentally laughed to myself about that picture before nodding to Mr. Kelp.

The last picture he pulled out was of her the day our parents died. Izzy was still in her pumpkin PJ's from the night before. She went to her friends house the night before and was crabby from only getting a couple hours of sleep the night before. She sat at the kitchen table staring at her pasta, her arm on the table with her head resting on it. Her eyes were glaring at the camera as if they shouldn't be laughing at her.

A tear came out of my eye. Mr. Kelp must have took this as a yes because he took the photo out of my hands.

A young man walked into the room. He looked no older then 19. Even though he looked so young, the way he held himself made me already have quite a lot of respect for him.

"Ah, Luke!" Mr. Kelp said. "Come here I have saved you a seat." He gestured to the seat next to his.

Luke took his seat

Mr. Kelp took some more papers out of the packet. "Before I show these to you I must ask you a question. Do you want to look for your sister?"

What did this man think I came here for no reason? I wanted to find Izzy more then anything in the world right now. "Yes," I said trying to stay calm.

He nodded, "these were found in the water near England," he told placing a few letters on the table. I read them over. They seemed to be addressed from a mother to her daughters, Hannah and Vanessa. Not all that shocking, but what was written sloppy on the bottom was. I read 'My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I have been on this island for many years with Edward Mason, Elizabeth Mason, and Edward Mason Jr. These letters were wrote by Sally Davidson. She was found washed up on shore on day, pregnant, and gave birth to twins, Raven Sally Mason and Ryder Benjamin Mason. We do not know what exactly happened with Sally and her family Ben, Hannah, and Vanessa Davidson, but we do know that this family deserves to know what happened to Sally, Raven, and Ryder. Please locate this family and give them these letters. As for me please contact my brother, Emmett McCarty. If you can't find him, that is probably because he is dead. If so please contact Carlisle and Esme Cullen. Please tell someone about us, send someone to save us. I don't know where we are but I know that where we are it is very warm all year long. I know that is not much to go on, but it's all I've got.

Thank You,

Isabella Swan

I shock my head I didn't understand. Izzy has been alive all this time on an island with only a few people. My little Izzy. The nine year old girl who was still scared of the dark and believed she was going to marry a prince, has struggled to survive all this time?

I gripped Rosalie's hand harder.

"Your sister, Isabella Swan, wrote on the bottom part of this letter from Sally Davidson to her daughters. We have tried contacting the Davidson family, but have had no luck." Mr. Kelp started.

"Yes," I said nodding.

"Mr. McCarty, let me get right to the point," He said bending over the table she his face was only about two feet away from mine. "We believe that your sister has been surviving on an island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean and is asking for you to come find her.

Cliffhanger... dun, dun, dun... Comment what you think.