Disclaimer For whole story: I still don't own Twilight just wanted to remind the lawyers even though I've already done this.

Claimer: I own (Matilda) James Brown, Pete(r) Brown, and Mr. Byron Man (who is actually Manfred Zilka) I don't really care about the rest of them you can go ahead and use them as you will see in the very near future. Especially Bobert he's icky.

James' POV

I was really bored; there really isn't much you can do in an office with sucky internet connection. So I went to an English class, English was one of the few subjects I actually enjoyed.

After I cleared it with the teacher I took instructions from the board. It looked like a fun assignment: Create a 'what if' question and answer it with a story. Simple enough, plus I didn't even have to hand it in at the end of class. Heck I could leave right now, but that would be extremely rude.

I thought for about ten minutes until I came up with a perfect question; what if my father stopped taking his medication? Ingenious, when it came to my father I always saw the worst ever since… I stopped myself I knew Pete wouldn't want me to think about it, and frankly I didn't either. So I started my story out in third person.

Bobert had taken his medication for as long as he remembered. He hadn't questioned it until lately. After all just about everything had been going well in his life, so this morning he threw it in the trash, walked away and went to work.

After a while it had become a routine: get up, go to work, and come back home. Nothing about any medication, but if you were to watch him you would notice that he did need it. If he wasn't at work or with his daughters he would just sit there staring at the clock as it ticked all the time away. He just sat there thinking to himself; tick, tick, tick over and over again until he started the routine again.

Now, Bobert was a genuinely well-tempered man, on his medication that is. Without it he usually ended up making people live their lives looking over their shoulder. This time was no exception.

Earlier that day his ex-wife Rachel had called saying that Lidia their daughter would need a ride. He already was with his other daughter Isobel, to him he had no other children, the others were shmucks.

When he was with any of his daughters he didn't look at the clock. But it possibly would have been a better idea for him to have done so today. When he finally did look at the clock he saw he was an hour late, yet he had got no call.

He grabbed Isobel and started driving. Then on the road ahead he saw a car he recognized, a car that belonged to Rachel. He didn't know what happened; all he felt was the anger inside of him build up as he pressed his foot on the accelerator. His car was aimed at the one he had recognized.

He felt the crash, then nothing. He was dead. Bobert Brown, a psychiatrist had killed the only people he counted his family in a single crash.

But these weren't the people he wanted dead. In fact it had been two others he was hoping would be in that car that he had always wanted to kill. One had never loved him; the other kicked herself because she couldn't stop. The girl had much, too much heart to stop anything once she had started. She would have to see everything to its end. Luckily for her the end had come quick and fast like a bolt of lightning. It was a win, win situation for her

Unluckily for Bobert it was a lose, lose situation for him. He was dead and she was happy.

Finally the ambulance and police came, but there was nothing they could do; there were no survivors of the crash. There was nothing they could do, and nobody at the sight wanted to talk to the relatives when they found out they were all related.

Little did they know it would be one of the easiest calls any of them would have to make. The person that would answer the phone would only show gratitude and tears of joy on the outside, just for show. As soon as she would hang up that day's lunch and supper would come back up to make an inspection of the sewer system.

Finally they found a cell phone and looked through the address book. They played musical phone until a newbie was finally given the phone and told to call them and tell them what happened.

He cringed as he pressed enter. This was the part he hated most about his new job.

"Hello is this the Brown household?" The cringing went on.

"Yes, is something wrong?" He gulped.

"Um, I'm sorry to say…"

I stopped and looked down admiringly at my paper as the bell rang. I left the class satisfied that I had gotten some anger out of my system.

Then all I did was go up to my office, lay down on my couch and sleep.

Bella's POV

The only reason I remembered was because Pete was sick. Or rather he wanted to skip a boring lecture that we were going to have in class. I had noticed that Rachel barely even cared what her kids did unless it was her baby Sobe, or her first daughter Liddie. In spite of that I still felt like part of the family.

Anyways I had forgotten the contract and apparently so had Rachel or as James had told me I would have had to baby-sit the neighbors' kids alone. And that just about scared the organs out of me. Those kids were scary.

I remembered my mailbox when James asked me about the key as I was starting my car. It was the first time I had driven it in a week. But when James asked me I knew I had to go check it. No matter how much I loved the Browns I didn't plan on mooching off of them forever.

I also didn't plan on going to the lecture that I had to hear at all luckily it was one of my last classes before lunch. So I went to James' office only to find her sleeping with Mr. Man in there.

"Mr. Man what are you doing?" I whispered so I didn't wake up James, she hadn't been sleeping well at night.

Mr. Man turned around with James' shoes and two huge yellow globs in his hand. I had to laugh every time I saw him because the red ring from the clown nose had never come off.

"Oh nothing, I'm just getting her back for this." He pointed to his forehead as he shoved the globs inside the shoes.

"And how exactly are you doing that?"

"Oh I've been chewing this juicy fruit all day in order to get enough gum to fill her shoes."

"That's really disgusting, I hope you know."

"Oh, I know. But this is nothing compared to the things she's done to me. You know I still can't go near the frozen section in the stores, and that's where all the best stuff is. Then again I have lost like, twenty pounds."

"Er, okay? Um, I was just going to hang out in here for a while."

"What class do you have?"

"American studies, why?"

"Oh god, you poor thing! Its lecture day today isn't it? Here I'll write you a pass to get out; I'm surprised that wretched man hasn't bored anyone to death yet!" God I loved this guy! He never got mad at you for anything, and he was really helpful.

"Thanks! I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome, I have to go before she wakes up though so I guess I can't keep you company." He handed me a pass and headed for the door.

"Bye."

It was kind of boring in the office until someone called and I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Oh, Bella, guess what!"

"Um, what?"

"WE WON!"

"What did we win, a beautiful Italian leg lamp?"

"No! We won SIXTY, THREE, MILLION, DOLLARS! And that's after taxes too!" Whoa, holy shit that was a lot of money. I had to wake up James for this.

"Go get everyone out of class and meet me at the front of the building we are going out to lunch!"

Before I could say anything else she had hung up so I woke up James. She put her shoes on, then showed a look of disgust, but just kept on walking like she didn't have huge wads of spit and putty on her feet. So together we made our way to the office to call Lidia and Isobel out of class.

"So wait a second, we won the lottery and all we're doing is going to lunch?" Lidia always seemed to love shopping; possibly even more than Alice.

"You know we shouldn't spend everything as soon as we can, that would be stupid. We should figure out a way to save some so we all have money for the future." Geez, if my mom thought I was middle aged she should meet James. I couldn't believe that the girl who wanted her own library would say save it all.

"That's stupid in the future I'm dead. I should look good now while I'm still alive." Someone needs to be punched.

"I hope that's a very near future." Muttered James under her breath. I couldn't help but laugh at that because I personally wished that too.

When Rachel arrived to pick us up, we got in the car. Immediately James fired off her idea that everyone who picked numbers should get a bank account with $2 million in it. Rachel quickly agreed, that meant that there was still $51 million left. But James said that half of that should go into a bank account for other future expenses. I pretty much zoned out to whatever they were saying after a while until James hit me in the arm.

"Ow! What was that for?

"Rachel is talking to you loopy."

"What'd ya say?"

"I said we're going to have to keep you around, it seems as though you were the lucky number we were missing." Then it hit me that I would be getting $2 million dollars as well. James had said everyone who picked a number not all the kids. Maybe I could hire a bodyguard for the next time Alice tried to take me shopping. But then again I don't think anyone could scare Alice out of shopping, I think I just end up with one huge babbling blob of bodyguard.

I was still excited that now I was closer to being Edward's equal. If I wasn't a vampire then at least I had money, and didn't have to have him pay for anything.

(A/N: Don't yell at me but this is like a month later okay sorry for the weird skip.)

Everything had been going great. I had found out what a big shopping freak James really was, though it was more like books, music, and electronics that she looked for. I thanked my lucky stars she wasn't so huge of a clothes shopper like her sisters were. I was surprised when I saw how fast Sobe and Liddie could spend money that it wasn't all gone.

I was one of the few home because Bobert, (the idiot who happened to be James and Pete's estranged father, and Sobe and Liddie's "daddy") had forgotten to pick up Liddie. Again.

Me, James and Pete were all watching a movie in the living room. Well actually, James was making popcorn and Pete was trying to work the DVD player when the phone rang.

"I'll get it!" James shouted, I really didn't care I was comfortable on the couch and didn't feel like getting up.

There was a pause then, "Yes is something wrong?" I watched as James' eyes got bigger and bigger until she said "Don't worry we'll be there right away."

She hung up the phone and then said, "We need to go to the police station."

A/N: Truthfully how many of you saw that coming. Though YAY I killed of the idiots everyone hates!! Sorry it took so long but this is a long one so you can't complain. Haha! Well now we are way closer to getting Eddie back, only like two chapters I think. Anyways it's like -11 outside and it's freezing so I gotta go cuddle with my home slice (it's just a really warm blanket! You guys are nasty!)