-1Cassie's POV

I couldn't move. I was paralysed with fear. The man before me was a spitting image of Carl, Mark's best friend. He'd visited more then once during my mum's honeymoon. Even though I knew it wasn't him I couldn't control my reaction.

My breathing was coming in short gasps, my heart felt like it would burst out of my stomach. Everyone was staring at me.

"Cassie, are you okay?" Bella asked. Her voice sounded faraway. I managed to nod, get up and go into the bathroom. I locked the door and sank the floor, my head resting against the bathtub.

**Flashback**

"CASSANDRA! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE YOU FUCKING LAZY BITCH!" a voice shouted up the stairs at me. It was Mark, I could tell. Leo never shouted. That was actually scarier, because you could never tell what he was thinking.

I reluctantly left the safety of my room and walked slowly down the stairs. Mark was standing at the bottom.

"Yes?"

"You took your fucking time!" he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the sitting room. There were three guys in there, Leo and two strangers, and two girls all drinking beer.

"Oh, you found her at last then?" Leo asked, raising an eyebrow "Took you long enough"

"Good things come to those who wait. Who wants first go?" Mark said, looking around "Carl how about you?" the one I guessed was Carl, looked me up and down. He had tousled black hair and dimples. He looked like the kind of guy who every mother loved, who'd be nice to your siblings and pets when he came and visited at your house. He had a slow lazy smile that chilled me to the bone.

"Sure thing" he reached out for me. I knew better then to move but I couldn't help myself. It was instinct. Fight or flight. I was a fighter. Most of the time.

I pulled away but he grabbed me.

"Naughty, naughty" he scolded, mocking me. He pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. I could feel his erection through the denim of his jeans. I felt hot tears on my cheek.

"What's wrong sweetie? If I didn't know any better I'd almost think you didn't like spending time with me" he laughed.

**End Flashback**

Bella was knocking at the door.

"Cassie? Can you let me in? Please. I just want to talk to you" eventually I rose to my feet and unlocked the door before returning to my original position. Bella came in, closing the door behind her.

"What's wrong Cassie?"

"Can I just go home?" I managed to say. She nodded.

We drove home in silence. Edward kept an arm around Bella's shoulders. I stayed silent in the back. I wished Edward wasn't with us. I knew Bella was worried and curious.

When we got back, Scarlett and Buddy immediately rushed to greet me, sniffing me all over and licking me to make sure I was okay.

"I'm fine" I whispered, ruffling their ears. I went into the kitchen to feed them while Bella stayed behind to talk with Edward.

After a few minutes she came back in.

"He's gone home. It's time we talked"

"About what?"

"What happened back there? You just freaked out!"

"Oh. It was that guy. He looked like Carl"

"Who?"

"Friend of Mark's. now, I'm going to bed if that's okay. I don't feel like talking anymore" I stood up.

"No Cassie" she said, pushing me back into my seat. Scarlett and Buddy growled simultaneously "We're talking now. I need to know whether you're going to flip out a lot. I need to know so I can help!"

"Maybe I don't want your fucking help!" I snapped.

"Then you shouldn't be in my house!" she snapped back. We stared at a minute before we both burst out laughing. Bella never got angry, except when she was around me. Probably because she was used to looking after me so much.

"it won't happen too often. I just freak out a bit when I see stuff that reminds me. Oh speaking of the past, I almost forgot" I ran and fetched my bag. I pulled a shoebox from it.

"What's that?"

"It's my mums. I found it. It's full of things about my dad, like letters he sent, and pictures" I passed over the box. Bella opened it.

Bella's POV

I opened the box and sifted through the pile of papers and old photos. I paused as one of a man and a woman caught me eye. It had been taken at a photo booth. The woman was Aunt Rachel, looking much younger and happier then I'd ever seen her. The man was also familiar. As young and attractive as ever, Carlisle smiled out at me from the picture.

A/N: DUN DUN DUH! Cliffy. So for those of you who have read the intro to When did you stop loving me you now know who the man in the first chapter was. Sorry for the recent lack of updates. I've been having trouble and didn't feel like writing.