AN: Twilight obviously does not belong to me. I am not Stephanie Meyer.

BPOV

Is it possible that Edward's parents wanted him dead? That doesn't seem possible. He was always such a sweet boy. They loved him so much. Why would they want him dead? What could have caused them that much trouble? Unless? They wouldn't?

I don't remember much about Edward's disappearance other than its staggering effect on my entire life, but I remember my parents stopped speaking with the Masens shortly after Edward's death. I thought it was because I couldn't handle being around them.

I sat up that entire night. Edward was killed. Or they had tried to kill him. It made sense why he was never found. His parents would never have actually put out a search for him. They would have come back distraught and no one would have been any wiser.

They performed the perfect murder except for the fact that they had failed. They hadn't killed their target. That still leaves the question of why. What is money? Would two parents kill their child for money? It didn't make sense though the Masens always seemed wealthier than us. Edward always had everything I didn't, but after Edward's death they moved into a bigger better house. They said the apartment had too many memories of him.

I remember his mom crying at the funeral I was near her the whole time with my mom. There was no coffin or anything, but everyone was still crying. I remember Mrs. Masen saying that she was so sorry. It was all her fault, but all grieving parents say that don't they?

I couldn't make sense of it. The Masens couldn't have killed Edward, or could they? My parents seemed more worried about Edward after they stopped talking to the Masens. My parents would never talk to me about it, but I heard them. They would speak of his disappearance in hushed tones. They would talk, but I don't know what they talked about. I think it drove them apart. I think it was the breaking point. My dad was a cop he knew how to solve a crime maybe he had suspected something. Maybe he couldn't forgive the Masens for how they destroyed me. Maybe my dad knew. Maybe I could ask him.

I was set with a plan. I was ready to face anything. I needed to talk to him anyways. I hadn't talked to Charlie in far too long. He was going to be excited to hear from me, at least as excited as Charlie can be.

It was nearly four in the morning when I finally got to sleep it was a restless sleep filled with half dreams.

EPOV

I had the best sleep I had had in weeks after telling Bella. I had finally done what I knew I had to do and I just hoped she would take it as well as she seemed to last night. I knew I needed to tell my shrink about these things, and now that Bella knew I knew it would be easier to talk about it. I wouldn't have that guilt overshadowing everything I actually needed to talk about.

I was almost excited for my therapy today.

"Hello Edward"

"Hello George. How are you?"

"I was about to ask you that myself Edward, it seems as if a cloud has been lifted from your head? Are you feeling better than last week?"

"I am feeling better George there were things I wanted to tell you last week, but I needed to speak to Bella it felt wrong to speak to you about them without talking to her first, but I got that out of the way last night. So let's talk, after you tell me how you are doing."

"Well, I am doing fine. I am glad to see you are well, and if there is nothing that is going to hold you back today I would like to talk about your childhood, the one after the accident."

"My life with the Cullens?"

"Yes."

"What do you want to know?"

"Well, did you have any siblings? Did you play like a normal kid? Tell me about your life? How did you deal with the horrible amnesia you must have had to live with?"

"That's a lot so I am going to start with the easiest of those questions. I was an only child. My parents couldn't have kids. Esme is infertile, and they thought I was a Godsend since I literally fell into their lives from above. I didn't have any siblings though and I almost wish that I had, but I don't regret not having any it isn't like I would have if I hadn't been lost."

"How did you deal with the amnesia?"

That was a hard one for me to answer. "I couldn't really go to school like the other kids. I just wasn't able to function normally. I didn't know the things they all took for granted like how to cross a street, or two plus two equals four. I had to relearn many things, although not everything. I wasn't a newborn. I had some memories. They just were not specific. I could talk, and I knew most things, but often I would think about something simple and I would just break down in tears. I knew I had known it at some point, but I couldn't anymore. I couldn't explain that to a bunch of ten year olds. I couldn't go into fourth grade not knowing anything. I would be ridiculed, and being put in kindergarten as a 10 year old would have destroyed me. So Esme quit her work at the shelter, and she taught me."

"She home schooled you?"

"Well, until I caught up. Don't get me wrong I am so grateful for what Esme did for me, but I was smart. I picked up everything very fast. My brain did not like knowing that it was behind where it was supposed to be. I was 10 years old when I forgot everything, but I managed to be reintegrated into the school system as a seventh grader when I was 13 or around then. I never really knew exactly how old I was so my parents just guessed. They called me ten when they found me. It was close enough. In eighth grade I was placed in the gifted track. In high school I graduated valedictorian."

"You were smart. So what happened then?"

"Well I never really made any friends. I was always busy working reading try to make up for those ten years that I lost. The first ten years of your life are more important than you think, and then I got a little obsessed with finding my real family."

"Your birth parents?"

"Yes. I wanted to find them so bad. I wanted to go back to them and show them I was ok I always assumed that they must have thought I was dead. I was going to go to Oxford. I had done that well in school, but I decided not to. I wanted nothing more than to find my real family. I told my parents I was going to go to the states instead."

"But you didn't? Did you?"

"No. My father talked me out of it. He told me I had to go to school. He convinced me that Oxford was a once in a lifetime opportunity and it is, so I went. I did my three years there, and I did it well. Then I came here. I decided if nothing else I would do my residency and such in the states. It worked out wonderfully actually. My father thought I made the right decision, and now I know I did too. It was my first weekend here when I met Bella. I wouldn't have met her so easily, or possibly ever if my father hadn't convinced me to stay at Oxford."

"So are you going to find them now?"

I hadn't actually thought that much about it. I knew now with out a doubt that my parents hadn't wanted me. Would I bother to find them now?

"I don't know. I have wanted for so long to find them. To let them know that I am all right, but ever since meeting Bella, I have started to remember things, and I am not sure I want to meet them again. I am not sure I want them to know I am alive. I won't survive if they try to kill me again." I nearly started choking as I said the last words, but I knew beyond a doubt that they were true. I wouldn't survive if my parents really wanted me dead.

"If they tried to kill you, again?" George was shocked, and that was expected to be honest. I would have been shocked too.

"Yes, they did before, and I don't know if they'd need to again. How can I ever see them again how can I face them?" I was so confused I needed answers.

"How do you know they tried to kill you? If you really want answers the only place to look for them is at the source. They will lie to you if the truth is what you are claiming, but I am certain you will be able to tell when you talk to them whether or not they are being truthful."

"You are probably right, but still how can I face them? How can I face the people who most likely tried to murder me? How can I go back to them after the supposed unconditional love I was supposed to be a part of was broken off so harshly? How can anyone expect that of me?"

"You don't have to go now, but you should take comfort in the fact that when you are ready for the answers they will be available to you."

I walked out of the office after an hour of this feeling no better than before.

BPOV

"Hey Dad it's Bella please call me back once you get this. I haven't talked to you in far too long. I have some questions, they are about Edward, umm, yeah well please let me know when you get this. Thanks, bye."

I couldn't get a hold of Charlie and it was driving me crazy. I needed to talk to him. I had never actually asked him directly about Edward so I didn't know how he would take this. He would probably be happy just to hear from me.

Edward had gone to therapy and I was supposed to go soon, but I couldn't yet. I needed to talk to Charlie, and then I would deal with therapy and the like.

Then my phone rang. I couldn't look. I needed it to be him, but what if it wasn't there wasn't anyone else I really wanted to talk to.

I finally looked at my phone. I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Charlie had finally called me back.

"Hey Dad?"

"Bells?"

"How are you Dad I haven't seen you in a while?"

"Well I am ok, but I am really happy to hear from you, you sound better than I have heard you in a long time."

"Yeah, Dad, the reason I called…"

"Edward, yes what about him?"

"What really happened all those years ago? Tell me what really went on, why did we move out of Phoenix?"

"Bella, I am going to need to see you in person. Can you fly out here? I can book your ticket right now."

"Umm. Let me book the tickets, also, I am going to be bringing someone home if you don't mind, you don't right?"

"No, not at all, who is it?"

"Edward, Dad, I found him."

"Bella, please, don't do this. He has been gone for a long time. Please don't put me through this again."

"Dad no really you can meet him he is our Edward. He has come home."

"Fine bring him, but I swear he better be the real deal or I will kill him."

With that he hung up. No goodbye, no I love you. My dad could be a real jerk sometimes.

I booked the tickets anyways. I needed answers, and I am guessing Edward does too.

AN: So tell me what you think? Was Charlie's reaction appropriate?

Also, don't kill me for the slow updates. I go to the University of Chicago, I don't know if anybody actually knows anything about this school, but here are a few slogans we say here. "UChicago, where fun comes to die." "UChicago: If I had wanted an A I would have gone to Harvard." "UChicago: You will be miserable here…there is no punch line." Anyways, to get my point across I work really hard, and sometimes I forget to write this little story so give me some feedback and let me know what you want to happen, and how you feel about everything that is happening.