So… I'm still wondering if people are even reading this. I get no feedback. Which, kinda hurts… So, I took a break from writing, and still nothing. It wasn't that hard to stop writing. So, if you still want me to continue, leave a review. I'm not going to do another chapter after this unless I have 5 more... so yah.

Other than that, Breaking Dawn part 2. Amazing. If you haven't seen it yet, go. See it a million times. And if you have, tell me what you thought about it. : )

I don't own any part of twilight… sadly.

I really felt like I needed to do this. It's a little behind, but it has its own little story.

Joe's POV

Carlisle smiled, barely taking a swig of his scotch.

"Oh, come on Cullen. Drink like a man!"

He smiled, setting the crystal glass on dark wood. "Joe, unlike you, I have to work in 6 hours."

I scoffed loudly. "I could hook you up to a banana bag faster than lightning, and you'd be sober in less than an hour." Finishing with a large gulp.

"Joe," Bev set down her wine glass, smiling at me. "He wants his liver to stay healthy… unlike you."

Everyone laughed gently, except for Cullen's wife. She hadn't been having the best night.

Every time she would come over to our house, she was fine… but tonight, she has just been out of it. Cullen said that their son was acting up again, but even that wouldn't cause this behavior. Fighting with your children could never be this bad.

"So, Beverley," Esme sat up straight, a smile lying on her lips. "How is Tyrell doing… with everything?"

Bev's face fell.

For the last month, Ty wasn't a subject she liked to talk about.

"He's getting better about it. Sara and him aren't even talking, though." I pushed in.

Bella walked down the stairs, shoulders slouched and head down. Her pants looked brand new, but had the worn look to them. Kids and their pants these days... The only other piece of clothing she seemed to be wearing was a bright pink sweatshirt, with FORKS written on the front in swirly script.

"That's just too bad." Carlisle frowned.

"It is what it is, I guess." Bev placed the wine glass up to her lips, downing the entire thing. "Bella!" she squealed, running over to hug the poor girl. "Tyrell told me you looked horrid today, and he must have been exaggerating. You look fine, although you do seem colder than normal; maybe you should get a blanket, and dry your hair. You could catch something!" she walked back over to her chair, sitting down with a little jump.

She quickly explained how she had been sick for the last week.

"Okay, dear. I just wanted you to make sure. You're such a good friend to Ty, and… well, I don't want him to lose another friend."

A movement to my left showed the eldest boy walking down the stairs… half naked. For he only wore shorts that went past his knees and black socks. No shirt, whatsoever. His hair looks like it hadn't even been brushed, and it still clung to his head. A smirk was prominent on his lips as he motioned Bella to walk over to him.

The surprising thing… she did. Miss Cullen walked straight over to the young man, and let him put his hands all over her as if she were his.

"Thank you. I needed that." The boy chuckled quietly to her. She shoved his hand away from her rear end and walked around the corner.

"Son." Carlisle greeted him sourly.

"Hey Carlisle," He sat down in the chair Bella was in earlier.

Why did Carlisle not tell him to call him father? Is it some new trend the kids nowadays are starting?

"What did I tell you about when I have guests here?" He scowled at Edward.

"Something…" He smirked lightly, "about being appropriate… and not publicly showing how much I want to fuck Bella." He glared in his father's direction, something Ty would have gotten slapped for.

He seemed like a complete dipshit. My brain can't even begin to comprehend how Carlisle hasn't killed that child yet.

"Edward!" Esme yelled. "I told you that if you ever talked like that again—" Edward cut her off.

"Look, mother. I think it's time you stop trying to tell me what to do. I'm sick of it." he grimaced, taking a deep breath.

She shook her head at him. "I don't' even know where I went wrong with you."

"Trust me, Esme, it wasn't you. My damn father was just too stupid, and didn't know how to deal with things."

Was he implying Carlisle was stupid?

"Son, please. Your parents were wonderful people." Carlisle stepped in.

"Whatever." He stood up harshly, walking in the direction Bella was.

Bev and I looked back and forth to each other and then his parents.

"Edward was adopted?" Bev asked, completely intrigued.

"Yes. About seven years ago. He was our first."

"Has he… always been…"

"No." Esme stepped in. "We knew him before the accident, and he was perfect. Sweet, caring, everything a parent could wish for. Still is, occasionally." She chuckled.

Faintly, we could hear Bella tell Edward to put on a shirt.

"What happened, if you don't mind me asking?"

Esme sighed loudly. "It's not really my story to tell. But, he was silent for a long time after his parents died. He resented them for dying, still does. But, as soon as we adopted Bella, it was like he finally started to want to be alive again."

"How can you allow them to even be together, though? They are brother and sister. Maybe not blood, but they are still siblings." I pushed my thoughts in.

"Joe!" Bev yelled. "It's obvious that they are practically soul mates, if she can pull him out of a depression that easily."

"Or maybe the boy is just looking for a girl to get his hormones dealt with. He's a good looking boy, and maybe young Isabella doesn't want to be alone."

"Joe, I don't think that's it." Carlisle huffed.

"I see things practical. You can say I don't, but I do. There is no such thing as this silly love, at their age. Juniors don't fall in love that easily."

The two kids walked back in the room, Edward a few feet behind Bella.

She looked at Beverley, hearing every word we said.

Edward just continued up the stairs, while Bella sat back in her chair. He stopped for a second, looking back.

"Hurry back upstairs Babe. I'm in need of your… assistance."

"I'm sorry about him. He's… kinda having a bad day." She tried to smile.

I signed loudly, trying to move on from the subject. "It's quite alright Bella. Your father and I were once his age. Everything seems bad right now." I smiled at her. "At least he's pretty." I laughed loudly.

Bella made eye contact with Esme, apologizing.

"I don't even know what to do anymore, Bella." She sighed. "I was thinking counseling, but he shot me down the moment I thought it."

"Bella," Bev grabbed her hand. "You should not let him talk to you like that, or about you."

"It's just because he's having a hard time. He's so sweet, but things are… tough."

"And you can't let him force you into anything, hunny. If you don't want to do it, say no."

Bella smiled at her, her completion annoyed. "Don't worry Bev. He doesn't force me to do anything. If we do anything, it's because we both want to. I can tell you're worried and scared of him, but if you really got to know him, you won't be either. He's the sweetest guy you will ever meet. His hard exterior is there for a reason, because he's been hurt before. He just needs someone that won't leave."

Okay, Bella." She smiled, not believing her.

"Well, I'm gonna go back upstairs. I think I need to have a talk with him." And she left.

I waited until she was out of earshot.

"Well, Cullen, you sure do have your hands full… and that's only two of them."

"You don't even know the half of it."

"And you're okay with them… being together? Completely?"

"We weren't at first, but she is who he wanted. We wanted them to be brother and sister, but they were always together. She got under his hard exterior and, she knows how to control him… so…" Esme cut it.

"But… they are open about everything. He makes it obvious they have sexual relations."

This is going to be one hell of a long night.

Isabelle's POV

I wake up feeling energized, for once.

Something about today just seemed like it was my day. I was going to shine brighter than ever before, and everything was going to be good. This tiny room even seemed great.

Looking down at my protruding stomach didn't make me want to vomit.

I stood up with pride, walking to the dresser and picking out new clothes.

Walking out the door was as if freedom was knocking on my door. I smiled as I looked up the stairs, hearing Bella giggle at something funny.

I didn't hate her today. I wanted to be her friend. I wanted her to like me, and I still wanted Edward. And, I felt like I could have him. He was mine already. And she was just a poor girl that needed to be told the truth.

Stupidly, I walked up the stairs like countless times before, knocking this time.

Bella laughed again, the door opening slightly.

"Can I help you, Isabelle?" Edward smiled, his gold eyes sparkling as if they were diamonds.

"I just wanted to…" I stopped, getting lost in all the perfections of gold silk. His shirt was off, and I couldn't stop my eyes from trailing down his body.

"Wanted to… interrupt us?" Bella walked in front of Edward, blocking my view.

"I wanted to apologize for the past few days. I've seen more of both of you than I've ever wanted to."

"Oh, I doubt that." She growled.

I clapped my hands together, talking a small step back.

"Well, that's all I wanted to say. You guys can go back to… your sexual lives." I turned around, walking away.

"Is that all you think we do?" She asked. "Have sex and more sex?"

I stopped, looking back at her. She was right behind me though, and Edward was by the door.

"It's all I've ever seen you guys do… so I'm pretty sure I'm right."

"You know nothing, then. Relationships don't last if all they are is sex. Edward and I have been together for almost four years now. We didn't have sex for at least two and a half. We learned to love every aspect of the other person, and then we took the next step. He's the love of my life, not just some boy I could replace in an instant."

"Bella, maybe you think that you guys are soul mates, but maybe Edward's just a really nice guy and doesn't want to tell you that you're old news."

Edward was instantly right next to Bella, holding her back.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" she yelled, hands being pinned behind her back.

I laughed. "I'm the girl carrying Edward's child, obviously."

"You're completely insane." She stopped fighting Edward, her movements completely still. "You think that the baby you're carrying, MY baby, is yours. Wow. You need a mental hospital."

"Bella, let's just go back to our room." He tried to pull her back.

"Listen, you little bitch." She growled. "I will personally love watching you die slowly as I cut my child out of you. And just know, the second I do, you won't be anything anymore. That's the only reason you're alive, and I'm not slaughtering your ass right now. Watch yourself. In two or three weeks, I can take him out of your gross ass body…" she started walking back to her room, leaving Edward.

"Why don't you just tell her that you love me?" I asked him, trying to grab his hand.

He dodged it, taking a step back. "Isabelle, I don't have any feelings for you. I love Bella. The only person I want, is Bella. Not you, or anyone else. Get that through your head."

He turned around, trying to follow her.

"Edward, please!" I screamed after him, but he shut the door quietly, turning the lock.

Tears rolled down my face as I walked back to that damn room, all the bad feelings coming back to me.

I knew it was too good to be true.

So… Isabelle is going insane, right?

And I was thinking about this last week. The person who gave me the character name Isabelle, I want to apologize. I've totally taken her and drove her up the wall. This wasn't my plan for the story, but things changed.

Again, tell me your thoughts on Breaking Dawn part 2, and if you haven't seen it yet, go see it.

Review my story, only 5 more for the next chapter. I promise the next one is going to be fantastic. Real shit gets done. Kay. Bye.

~Sara Ann