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Me: Can I pleassee have twilight now? …(goes on for a while)PLEASE?!!

Random Person: Dude, shut the hell up! You aren't Stephanie Meyer, therefore you don't own twilight. And you can't have it.

Me: Who uses therefore anymore anyways?!

RPOV

Jesus! It is 12pm. already and everyone is STILL asleep! Oh well, I'm going to go wake up Alice so that she can start her pranks on Emmett! I walked into Carlisle and Esme's room where Alice was sleeping, since they weren't home, and quietly woke her up.

"Whaa…?" She looked at me sleepily.

"Come on! We gotta start working on our pranks!! Before he gets up!!" I urged her.

"OK! I'm up!" Alice said, jumping up quickly for someone who had just woken up. "So, what's our plan?" She asked me.

"Well, I was looking through the cupboards and I saw some pretty promising bottles of a certain type of liquid I was thinking we could put in some food for him." I said mysteriously. I watched as her expression of confusion changed into an expression of amused understanding.

"That will be perfect! But let's just hope Auntie Tanya doesn't come today or we will be totally screwed when Auntie Esme and Uncle Carlisle get back!"

"Ok lets go! We gotta hurry so that the smell of them will wake him up. He's always super hungry after he wakes up so these will make him extra hungry!" I told her, rushing her out of the room and down the stairs.

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EsPOV

"Wake up Carlisle." I called him. It was almost past noon and I was extremely hungry. We had stayed up most of the night and I hated to wake him up but I didn't want to eat without him. The big house, our big house, seemed so empty when I was by myself. I watched as he opened his blue eyes slowly.

"Good morning beautiful." He smiled up at me.

"I would say the same but that would sound funny." I teased him.

He smiled. "What would you like to do today? The entire island is here for us to enjoy."

"I was thinking that maybe we could just spend the day relaxing today. Maybe we could read the stories that Rose and everyone gave us?"

"I think that's a wonderful idea. Would you like some breakfast?" He asked me kindly.

"Yes!" I said, my growling stomach reinforcing what I had just said. We both rolled out of bed and walked into the huge, high ceilinged kitchen. I walked over to the pantry and pulled out a box of cereal. Not very healthy but, I'm on vacation! Carlisle went to the fridge and pulled out the milk and then went and grabbed two bowls. We both sat down until I realized, "I think we need spoons to eat this!"

He laughed, "You wish is my command my lady." And he jumped up from the chair into a bow before going and grabbing two spoons.

Once we had finished breakfast I went back into our room and changed into a pair of sweats and grabbed the papers we were going to read. I walked back into the kitchen where Carlisle had just finished washing the dishes and grabbed his hand. Together we walked into the, once again, huge family room and sat down on the squishy, white couch.

"Are you sure you want to read this?" Carlisle asked me kindly.

"I'm sure." I said, wanting to know more about my children, even if it wasn't all happy.

We both looked down at the paper and started to read.

Rosalie:

I don't exactly know how to say this, but my father beat me. Beat me to the point where, sometimes, I was inches from death. He was always drunk. Always. He was never a real father figure, just some drunk guy we lived with. The night that I went in to foster care he had beaten me and then thrown me across the room. I hit my head on something and passed out. When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. I didn't know what happened and I knew that I didn't want to. People tried to tell me, but I wouldn't listen. I didn't want to hear it, didn't want to relive it. It was terrible. This is what I remember of that night:

"Comme'errr Rossiee Possie." I heard my father slur. Damn it, he was shit faced drunk again.

"No way in hell am I coming anywhere near you when you're like this!" I screamed at him. He was seriously pissing me off! Ever since my mom died, he had taken to drinking and would come home seriously drunk every time. Sometimes he would just flop on the couch or bed and pass out but others, like this night, he would be a little less drunk and wouldn't pass out. These were the worst nights, sometimes he would attempt to feel me up and others he would hit me till I wished I could die. If he did it again tonight, I swear that I would fight back. I wouldn't take it meekly and let him do whatever he pleased. He was supposed to be my father for Christ's sake! Of course, tonight was no different.

"Rossieee, I SAID COMME'ERRR!" He yelled, infuriated now.

"I SAID NO WAY IN HELL WAS I COMING NEAR YOU!" I screamed at him, hoping someone would hear. At that moment he came running up to me and smacking me, hitting me. I tried to fight back but he was too strong, I couldn't do anything except take it, the punishment I didn't deserve. I finally managed to scream, "YOU BASTARD! YOU ARE NO FATHER OF MINE! YOU ARE SIMPLY A MAN THAT TRIES TO DRINK HIS PROBLEMS AWAY AND THEN COMES AND TAKES HIS ANGER OUT ON HIS DAUGHTER! YOU USED TO LOVE ME, NOW, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE!" God, I hated him, hated him so much, for causing me pain, for all of the times he used to tell me that he loved me, for all the times that he said he was sorry, that he was too drunk to control himself. I was tired of his empty promises, promises that he would never hurt me again, that he would stop drinking. They were just empty promises, bullshit he wanted me to believe, but no more. I wouldn't fall for it again. He finally was so mad at me that he picked me up by my neck, so that I could hardly breathe, and threw me across the room. That's all I remember before blacking out and waking up in the hospital. A lady there told me that my dad was being held in prison and that he would most likely be there for the rest of his life on charges of child abuse and sexual assault. I was relieved but I knew that if he EVER got out, he would hunt me down, and kill me.

And that is all I really remember. Some days I still worry that when I wake up, he is going to come after me but then I realize, he is in jail and he can't get out. He can't hurt me or anyone I love ever again. But I also know that I now have two parents who love me very much and would never let anything hurt me ever again. I love you guys.

Rose

I stopped to wipe the tears from my eyes but I couldn't seem to stop crying. Carlisle held me in his arms and let me cry against him. I could feel his tears wetting my hair and I closed my arms around him tightly. I don't know how long we sat like that but finally we pulled apart and we started to read again.

Jasper:

As you already know, my father was a drunkard. A major one. It all started after my mom died. Before that he was the best dad Rose and I could ask for. My mom brought the best out in him but once she died, it was like something in him died as well. He wasn't our father anymore, not really. The only reason we were really there was so that he would get tax deductions. He hated us. Not long after my mom died, my dad found my former girlfriend and I in a rather private act and he flipped out. He sent me off to military school for a year. It wasn't so bad there but I really missed my family, meaning Rose. The day I finally got to come home my plane was delayed and I got home late that night. I returned to find Rosalie passed out on the floor in a puddle of her own blood. I immediately call 911 and then went her, hoping she was still alive. The sight I was met with was horrible, she had bruises everywhere. Some were yellowed and some were very dark, like she had just gotten them. She had a large cut on her head where she had hit it on the corner. I guessed that's where all the blood was coming from. It was a terrible sight to see. I felt extremely guilty that I had been at school and had escaped all of this torture that he took out on her. I knew that before he had occasionally beaten her but he had always threatened me that if I ever told anyone, she would be dead before they got there. If he even suspected I had told anyone, he would kill her and then me. I wasn't really concerned for my own safety but he knew exactly how to get to me and I didn't say anything. This is what I regret the most. I thought I had her best intensions at heart but really I only caused her more pain. If I had done something sooner, she might have been spared so much unnecessary pain. When the emergency responders had arrived at our house they immediately took Rose in an ambulance to the hospital. They wouldn't let me come with them because I had to stay behind for questioning. The police finally arrived at our house to find my dad still passed out drunk on the sofa. They woke him up and put him in handcuffs. I watched coldly as he stumbled out the door and into the back of the cruiser, taunting the two officers holding him the entire time. I thought that the man, my 'father' was going to get himself killed, and I couldn't bring myself to care. The police questioned me and found me completely innocent although I did get many lectures on how I should have told people but, really, I was 13 at the time, I didn't know what to do! I'm sorry that you had to read this, I love you,

Jasper

This time I didn't even stop reading, I just went right on to Emmetts.

Emmett:

Hey guys! On a happier note, well… I got nothin'. Dang.. HAHAHA MOM! I didn't say damn... oops.. Well, here's why I was in the hell whole orphanage. My dad was a single dad. My mom had walked out on us shortly after I was born. She said she didn't want me, that she didn't love my dad. For a while, my dad just lived with it. Then when I was about 8 he started dating again. He found a woman that he thought he loved. Her name was Irina. One night after they had been dating for about 2 years, off and on, he invited her to stay the night. At the time I was 10. That night we had tons of fun together. It was just like when my mom was alive. My dad was happy and there was a person there besides my dad to tuck me in that night. If only I had known. I was asleep for about 2 hours when I woke to a loud scream. It sounded a lot like my dad so me, being me, ran out of my room as quietly as I could. I headed towards where the sound had come from and found myself in our basement. I watched as his 'lover' hung him from a beam in our ceiling. She then pulled out a gun and shot him, so many times to the point where I had lost count. She then turned and said, "And now for your son, the little bastard." She started walking towards where I was hiding and I ran into the laundry room and waited until she had gone back up the stairs. I don't know how long I sat there, numb. I had finally realized that I had just seen my dad brutally murdered when I heard lots of footsteps thundering down the stairs. I stopped breathing, afraid it has her, coming back to kill me. Someone burst into my hiding spot and I screamed before I realized it was an officer. He turned on the light and immediately went to me and scooped me up. He told me that they had gotten her, that she was gone, that she wasn't going to hurt me. He asked me where my dad was and I pointed to the room where he was. He directed some of his other people into that room while he carried me back upstairs and onto a waiting stretcher. I just lay there, still numb. Just as they were shutting the back of the ambulance I saw the bag that held my father. I think that's what broke my stupor. I just sat there, sobbing, wishing it had been me and not him. The kept me in the hospital for weeks, to make sure that I wouldn't try to hurt myself or anyone else before they put me in the orphanage. I'm sorry that you had to read this, I love you,

Emmett

At this point my self control was gone. I was crying and I heard Carlisle crying softly beside me. He didn't cry very much so I knew that if this made him cry, he really loved them. I had really only seen him cry when we had been told our child hadn't made it. I twisted around and held him, comforting both of us.

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