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I was at a loss. Happy that Edward and I were not over, but I still wanted to talk. I knew there wasn't really much left to talk about, but for some reason, I felt the need to know more. Pretty sure there was more to his story.

I thought maybe he would say something worse had happened to him while he was on the streets. Not that I wanted anything more to have happened to him, but for him to be who he was, I just thought something more would have happened.

When he said he was homeless, and that he was doing drugs, I thought maybe he would have said he had overdosed. When he said he lived on the streets, I thought he may have said he had to prostitute himself. When he said his father only gave him twenty bucks, I thought he would have said that he blew the money on drugs. Maybe, if he had said any of that, maybe, I would have felt differently.

I really didn't know how I felt or should feel. Part of me felt pity, while other parts of me wanted to laugh at him.

I know that sounded harsh, but that was how I felt. It just felt as if there had to be more to the story.

I always thought if you would allow someone else control you, there was a reason why.

For Edward and Carlisle, I was sure there had to be something else. I started to wonder if Carlisle had another hold over Edward, maybe the house, or maybe money was involved? Like I said, I had no clue, but I felt like there was more to the story.

Part of me wanted to push him and throw a thousand questions at him, but the other was satisfied with his answers.

I was glad he wasn't going to allow his father to spank me. I felt that Edward and I could really move forward now.

Our vacation was the best ever. We went shopping and bought everything in sight.

I found a key chain for Charlie that was in the shape of an old truck, and it had the words Key West engraved into the hood. I thought he would really like it.

For my mother I got my another magnet. She loved magnets. I was pretty sure she had a magnet for almost every state. I loved presents, so I always tried to get something for everyone.

I did not want to go scuba diving, because to me, that was just too scary. We compromised though.

Instead of going scuba diving, we went snorkeling. I had to admit it was pretty cool. I saw a fish that looked tie-dyed! I didn't know such a thing existed. It was the coolest. I called it quits when I kept feeling the fish rub against my legs. Edward laughed at me when I started to freak out.

If we weren't shopping or playing in the water, we were lying in the sun.

Edward was the only man I had ever known that was content with lying in the sun. We would talk about anything other than his life. I felt a little cheated on, because I was pretty sure he knew everything about me. I wanted to know the man I loved. I was learning some, but craved even more.

Our last afternoon at the beach, I decided to ask a few questions. I knew it could backfire and ruin our last day together, but I had to know before we headed home.

Part of me didn't know what to ask, but I had a million questions.

"Don't get mad, but I have to ask you this," I said as Edward took a deep breath. I was sure he was waiting for me to hit him with a thousand questions at one time. "How does you losing control have to do with anything? I mean, what does that have to do with Carlisle punishing your girls?"

"What does it matter? I told you my father will never touch you," he said sounding bored.

"It matters, to me. I'm just trying to understand."

"When I was sixteen, I lost control, so I lost everything. If I get soft and loose control with a girlfriend, I can loose everything. My money, house, business...everything. I have worked too hard for everything that I have, I can't lose control," he said.

"So, you lost control with a girlfriend?"

"Kinda, I guess. I didn't see it at the time, but my control was slipping. She wanted everything, and I wanted to give it to her. She was too spoiled, and when I would go to punish her, it would make her act out more. She just didn't take no for an answer, and I got sick of fighting with her.

"One Sunday she was just being a brat, she wouldn't listen to anything I had to say. She swore at the dinner table, and my father flipped. He had warned me before that I needed to correct her behavior, but nothing worked. I guess I just didn't care enough about her to stand up to my father. Needless to say, she got her ass torn up by my father, and she broke up with me that night," he said with a shrug.

"So, I hope that answered your question, Princess."

"So, you care about me then?" I asked with a giggle.

"Yeah, I guess, something like that," he answered with a laugh of his own. "No one has ever turned my life upside down like you have."

"Well, I can't say I'm sorry," I said leaning over to give him a kiss. "Did Carlisle ever give you the warning about me?"

"Yes, on Thanksgiving," he told me.

Now, everything made more sense with the way he scolded me. He did tell me why he made me cry, but it was more like he didn't want to tell his dad more. This gave me the impression that Carlisle had a stronger hold on him than I expected.

"Does your father has any other kind of hold on you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. Does he take care of your money, or own your home?"

"No, nothing like that. I just learned that you can loose everything if you loose control," he said.

I wondered what Edward would be like if he wasn't so controlled. "There are fireworks tonight to ring in the New Year; do you want to watch them? We will be able to see them from our room," he said changing the subject.

"That sounds like fun," I agreed with a smile.

"Why does Jasper allow your father to hit Alice?" This question burned under my nails for quite some time now.

"Bella, I'm getting bored of your questions," he said getting annoyed.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I just want to know."

"Jasper is just a go with the flow kind of guy. The first time my father ever went after him, Jasper didn't talk to me for months. We were eighteen and Jasper didn't want to go to college, and my dad flipped. Eighteen was Jasper's rebellious stage. He moved in with us because his mother went to rehab, and his father was a deadbeat.

Anyway, Jasper was at his fuck the world stage. Nothing was good enough, and going to college wouldn't change anything; Jasper was a mess. At the time, I was pretty sure he only went to college because he was so scared of my father. Carlisle always knew what he was talking about and everything he did was for our benefit," he told me.

I was blown away by the amount of fear someone must put into another person to gain so much power.

"Did your father pay Jasper's way through college?"

"Yes and my father hooked him up with the lawyer that he works with now," he told me as I nodded. I would think Carlisle had more of a hold over Jasper than his own son. "This is all messed up; you do know that now, right?" I asked.

"It is only messed up to you, because you didn't live my life. My father may have been an asshole, but there wasn't a time when he was wrong," Edward said as I rolled my eyes.

"Say we had a child, and our son or daughter was caught snorting coke. Would you kick them out to live on the streets?"

"No, never."

"Then why was it okay for your father to do that to you? Why have you given him so much power over you for so many years?"

"I don't have an answer for you. He just always knew what he was doing, so I always just went with it," he said quietly.

"Okay, I understand," I said ending my questioning.

"For real?"

"Yeah, for now. I guess I get it, sort of. Okay, maybe I will never understand. Like you said, we had two totally different lives," I said with a shrug.

"So, we're good?" he asked not sounding unsure of himself.

"We're good," I said with a smile.

I understood a little more. There was a big chance I would never understand it completely. But I loved Edward and trusted him to keep his word. I knew I couldn't dwell on his daddy issues any longer.

If I did, I would probably miss out on a pretty amazing relationship. As long as Carlisle kept his hands off of me, I was sure I could deal with his issues.

Though I was pretty sure there would come a time where this subject would come up again, and I would probably be the one to bring it up. I knew Edward would answer any questions I had, but also knew there would be a time when he would tell me to just get over it.

We frolicked in the ocean and had lunch in our cabana.

Edward even joined a game of touch football that some college kids were playing. I loved to watch him play with the boys. Edward didn't look that old to me, but when he was with a group of college kids, you could see the age difference.

It was the first time I ever saw him as older. Part of me understood why people thought he was my father.

After his fun with the boys, we headed back to our room.

I started packing our clothes, so we didn't have to worry about it in the morning. It was sad to see our vacation was over already. Feeling like we just arrived, and now we were going back to a cold state.

I lay out warmer clothes for us to wear home. Just the thought of the cold weather made me shiver.

Edward had planned a romantic dinner on our balcony. We ate chicken parmesan.

The food was amazing, and I couldn't ask for a better evening. We talked about nothing and laughed about anything.

I loved him so much; there was no question about it. As we ate our dessert, the fireworks started.

I smiled up to the sky; the fireworks were beautiful. I didn't get to see them often. So engrossed with the firework show that I didn't see Edward got down on one knee. I was sure my heart stopped as I looked at him.

"Isabella," he started as he took my left hand into his. "I love you, and you are perfect for me. I never thought I would find the perfect person in you when I met you. You have and still are making me a better man. I want to spend the rest of my life you.

Will you marry me and be my wife?" Edward said as she showed me the ring.

My mouth went dry; my heart was racing; and my eyes were filling with tears. I didn't know what to say.

We were just getting to a better place in our relationship, and now he wanted to take the next step. I had a feeling this day was coming, but not so soon.

It didn't make sense to say no for the simple fact that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Part of me was jumping up and down yelling yes, over and over. The other part wanted to run away. I was a little too young to get married, but he wasn't getting any younger, either.

"I don't want to get married right away. We can wait as long as you like, but I just want you to have the title of my fiancé," he said giving me his crooked smile. "I love you," he said with pleading eyes.

I felt bad I was taking so long to answer. I felt like I couldn't talk. Focusing on the most beautiful ring I had ever seen in my life. It was white gold with a three carat heart shaped diamond with two diamonds on the side of the heart.

Like I said, it was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen.

"I'm freaking out here," he said with a nervous chuckle.

His voice broke my trance, and I smiled at him. "I love you," I said to him.

He looked so confused. "Why do I have a feeling there is a but coming?" he asked looking so sad.

"I'm scared," I whispered looking down to my feet.

He stood and brought me into his arms. "Baby, I promised you I would never let my father hurt you," he told me again.

At that moment his father was the last person on my mind.

"I trust you with that," I said meaning every word. I knew he wouldn't let his father hurt me.

"Then what are you scared of?" he asked rubbing my back as we cuddled on a lounged chair.

"I want to be good enough for you, but I don't know if I can be," I said still not looking at him.

"Baby, please look at me," Edward said softly as he raised my chin up. "You just being you is good enough for me. I love you so much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he said as I tried to blink back tears. "Will you marry me? Will you make me the happiest man in this world?"

"Yes," I whispered as the grand finale finally burst into the sky.

As soon as he had the ring on my finger, he gave me the best kiss. Who was I kidding; all of his kisses were the best.

"This is going to be the best year of my life," he said with the biggest smile I had ever seen cross his face. He wasn't joking when he said he would be the happiest man alive if I said yes.

Some may call me crazy for saying yes, and I knew we had a lot to work through still, but he was worth it.