I am so so so so so so so so so sooooooo sorry! I know it has been way to long since I lasted updated! Please do not kill me! My teachers slammed me with a project in every class and my sister got sick. So any way's here ya go!

Nessie POV:

"I ABSOLUTLY CAN"T BEILIVE YALL WOULD BE SO STUIPID AS TO TAKE YOUR NIECE AND NEPHEW AND THEIR BEST FRIEND TO DO THAT!"

Shouts Grandma, glaring at us. She obviously doesn't blame Jake, EJ, and I, but everyone else is screwed.

"YOU WILL ALL BE GOING TO SEE THAT THERIPIST WETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT" Now this shocked me. Why do I need to go see some crappy therapist? I didn't do anythi- ok so I may have played along but still.

"Mom, do the kids have to go?" asks Daddy, looking anxiously at EJ and me.

"Yes" says Grandma "They participated in the game, so they must participate in the punishment." Oh COME ON! That is so unfair. I have no reason to go to ther- ok so I probably have about 10 billion reasons to go to therapy, but that doesn't mean I want to!

Everyone else argued, but EJ and I just stayed quiet. We knew trying to argue with Grandma when she was this mad was not a good idea.

"Hey Guys! I am going to bed now!" I scream over all the noise. It was 3:00 A.M. and I was exhausted. I turn and kiss Jake on the cheek, grab EJ's arm, and head to bed.

"Night Nessie Bear" says EJ, preparing to leave the room.

"Wait!" I say, suddenly feeling scared to be alone "C-can you stay with me tonight?"

EJ doesn't look surprised at this, it has happened often. I get nightmares a lot and EJ knows that he will end up with me eventually. He climbs into my bed and wraps his arm around my waist. I know what you are thinking 'You to look like a couple!' Seriously though, if you have to go through what we have been through, you would be close to your brother as well! EJ begins humming Mom's lullaby in my ear, helping me to fall into a deep sleep.

Today is the day of our first therapy class. Mom is driving her new Audi, and Daddy is grumbling about not needing therapy in the front. We pull up in front of a small building with the words Dr. Isabella Green's Therapy written on the front. Hmmm, I wonder if she likes to be called Bella. We walk in and see everyone else is already sitting down. I sit on Jake's lap and begin to relax slightly. Being in a therapist office brings back memories I would rather keep hidden. Grandpa comes over and squats down in front of me.

"Now Nessie" he says "If you get too scared during this, your grandmother agreed to let this be your last time. We both just want to see if this helps you. We are all worried about you, and we just want to make sure your ok, ok?" I nod my head and let him hug me tightly.

"Cullen?" calls a lady from the Door. This must be . She has straight brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. She looks a lot like Mom. We all stand up and walk into the room she points to. We all sit down with our significant other, except EJ. He just sits down next to me.

"So, let's begin!" says Dr. Risch "I am Dr. Isabella Green, but you can call me Isabel."

"Can we call you Bella?" I ask, slightly amused.

"NO! No one can call me Bella, I HATE the name Bella. My best friend calls me Bella and it drives me INSANE!"

"Ummmm, my name is Bella." Says Mom, looking slightly offended.

"Oh, well then I am Sorry! It is just; my friend read some book where the main character's name was Bella. Ever since then she calls me Bella!" says Dr. Green

"Ok, Bella number 2" says Emmett, smirking from his seat.

"Well, since you think this is so funny, we will start with you. Why are you here?" asks Dr. Green, looking annoyed.

"Well…" starts Uncle Emmett "Everyone says I am a 'sex addict' and that I 'prank to much', but I think they are just mad because I am so cool."

Everyone, including , laughs at this.

"He is way over obsessed with sex! The other day, Nessie, who is only 13, walked into her room on them! She can't sleep in there any more!" says Daddy.

"Ok, Emmett. It seems that you have a serious problem. Now, I want you to think about something you can do that will substitute your need for….sexual intercourse.

"Well, I like playing video games, but Es- I mean Mom took those away last week."

"Now, why did your mother take away your video games, Emmett?" asks Dr. Green. This will be good.

"Ummmm I threw Nessie into the lake and made her have a panic attack." Daddy glares at Emmett and Rosalie smacks him on the head. The Doctor turns to me…. Oh no!

"Excuse me, can I please take Nessie to the bathroom real quickly." Asks Dad, sensing my fear by reading Uncle Jasper's mind.

"Since when does a 13 year old girl need her brother's help to go to the bathroom." Asks .

I am full on hyperventilating now, and I really want to get out of hear.

I stand up and start to run to the door, but the Doctor is standing in front of me.

"You can not leave until we figure out what is wrong." Now, I am freaking out.

"Move!" says Daddy pushing her aside lightly and picking me up.

"Can't you see that now is not the time to try and talk? She is having a panic attack!"

He opens the door and takes me out into the waiting room.

He places my chest against his and makes very pronounced, even breaths. I try to match mine to his and eventually calm down.

"Are you okay sweet heart?" asks Daddy sitting me down on his lap.

"I want to go home!" I sob into his chest.

"Okay, let me just text your mother and we will be on our way." He pulls out his phone, types a few words, and picks me up…again. We walk out to the car, where I lie down in the backseat and fall asleep.

BPOV

"WHEN A PERSON IS NOT BREATHING, YOU DO NOT TRY AND KEEP THEM IN THE ROOM TO 'TALK IT OUT'!" I have been yelling at the "Therapist" since Edward to my poor baby out of the room.

"Excuse Me" says a timid secretary "Your session is over"

I turn and smile at her "Good, take us off the list forever. We won't be coming back here!"

Then I walk out of the door.

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