Ehhh, sorry i took so darn long. And i left it at a cliffhanger :/ My shitorious exams have begun, in fact i had one earlier and I think i epically failed, so the results for that one should be fun :/

Anyways, i dont know how long it will be till the next one but i hope you like this anyway! A couple of you guessed right, some of your thoughts made me lol. But nevertheless, review? Let me know what you thought. Did you guess right? Did you see it coming? Let meh know! :)

Chapter 12

"It was me." I turned to face the voice. Confusion was all I felt.

"What?"

"It was me. I was the one. I wrote the letters."

I couldn't believe it, after all this time. After discovering that Edward and me had been betrayed, desperate to know who and why they would do such a thing. The time when I most probably least wanted to know was the time it was revealed. How was that fair? How was any of this fair? How could he?

Carlisle.

I couldn't even process how I would feel about this. Edward. How was he feeling? His own father…why would his own father do this to him? Carlisle loved Edward, didn't he? I averted my gaze from Carlisle who was looking toward the floor and looked at Edward instead. His penetrating gaze was transfixed on his father, he had been holding onto my hand before Carlisle had revealed the truth, now his entire body had gone stiff, his fist almost clenching with betrayal and anger. The room was filled with deadly silence now, all surprised and shocked at the revelation, I guess. I wanted to look away from Edward; I didn't want to see the stricken expression that seemed permanently fixed on his face anymore. I wanted to see everybody else's reaction to the news. Did anybody else know? Were they hurt too? Surprised it was one of their own? Emmett? Alice? Esme…what was her reaction? Had she known? Did this mean that I was to hate Carlisle now? After all, I realised, I had given Edward a hell of a hard time, sure it was a completely different circumstance since I had been in love with Edward at the time, still was but what did that mean about my feelings for Carlisle? So many questions, I wanted answers. At least some of them. Wasn't I owed at least one or two? Wasn't Edward?

"Edward…" I whispered, beneath my breath so only he could hear it. He looked at me almost immediately. His eyes were filled with such sadness, I wanted to hold him, tell him everything was okay…but I didn't know if it was or not. How could I tell him everything was okay, if even I didn't know that? "Edward." I repeated as if to tell him, no matter what I was here. I didn't plan on running or avoiding him again, not like I had before. No way, I was standing by his side this time.

Rosalie flicked her eyes to me; I knew she was just as surprised as I was. Since me, Rosalie and Jasper were all 'outsiders', we weren't part of the Cullen clan, at least not by blood. It could have been anyone of us, so why did Carlisle feel so threatened by me?

I turned to Carlisle, fixing my gaze on him. I guess now was a good time as any to get some answers out of him.

"So…Carlisle?" I said it almost, questioningly. I almost refused to believe it, what he had said. Waiting to be punk'd any moment now. It couldn't be true. Carlisle? As soon as I had broken the silence it seemed everyone besides Edward had found they're voice all of a sudden.

"Carlisle? Why? It can't be true. You wouldn't…" Esme trailed off, glancing down at her husband. Confused and hurt. It was then that I realised just how much Edward looked like his mother, they were both wearing the same, despairing look upon their face.

Carlisle raised his eyes to look at his wife; they were filled with sorrow, searching in Esme's own, as if begging for forgiveness. Was Esme going to forgive him? He had put his son through a hell of a lot of pain the last few years but could Esme forget that for her husband? Could Edward for his father?

Everything was so screwed up; I had no idea how to react towards him, towards anybody. How was any relationship supposed to survive this? A romantic relationship and a family relationship.

Unable to stand the silence between us all any longer, I looked at Carlisle, no glare, no hate just…emotionless, I guess. I didn't know what to feel. I just needed answers, we all needed answers.

"Carlisle…" I began, I pulled the chair I had previously been sitting in, out and sat down, still grasping onto Edward's hand as if I was afraid to let go, he didn't follow suit though, he stood standing, however, still holding onto me too. "Why?" Was all I asked. Everybody else was seated apart from Edward now. Waiting. Listening.

"I was afraid-"

"What?" Edward questioned, I turned to look at him, begging him to let Carlisle speak. We needed to know, after all. He relented and slightly shook his head; he was annoyed, that much was obvious. I turned back to Carlisle, silently asking him to continue. He took a deep break and continued.

"I was afraid I was losing you, Edward." I grumbled in confusion. Edward and me would be with the Cullen's a lot of the time. Dinners, parties, you named it, we attended it together. "Edward." He shifted his eyes towards his son, Edward avoided them though, his only answer was an extra squeeze for my hand. I knew how difficult this was for him, so all I could think of doing was giving his hand a squeeze back. "Edward, me and you, we always talked about you following in my footsteps. You were destined to be the next me, you know?" Edward shifted his eyes slightly towards his father, a hint of glare in them; he nodded slightly, understanding what he was saying. As long as I had known Edward, his dream was to follow in Carlisle's path and become a not just as good but a better doctor then Carlisle ever was. Carlisle revelled in that fact, in fact he had always encouraged it. He wanted Edward to be better then him. "When you and Bella…" I shivered when he said my name, had he despised me all along? "First started going out, I was happy for you. She was a lovely girl-" He shifted his gaze towards me. "She still is and I am so happy that you two have found each other again-"

"Because you pulled us apart in the first place." Edward seethed, I understood where he was coming from, the same thought passed through my mind, the only difference was I hadn't voiced it. Esme begged Edward to let Carlisle continue.

"Thank you, Esme." Carlisle said, smiling at her. For the first time in my lifetime, I saw a hint of anger in Esme's eyes.

"I didn't do it for you. I want to know why you would do such a thing as this just like everyone else does." Carlisle gulped but continued.

"…But as the months went by, I could see you were focusing less time on your studies and more focus on your relationship and your friends, parties. You were risking the dream away!"

"I was entitled to having a life too, Dad."

"I know. I know that now, okay? I just forgot at the time. The only thing I could think of at that time was you becoming the doctor we had always planned for you to be. Your grades were dropping and not just by one or two marks, you were dropping whole grades, Edward. I was worried.

"I had another two years to go until I was even taking my exams. I wanted to have fun."

"Fun doesn't get you a career, Edward. Fun doesn't help increase your grades and your mind should have always been in the future. You think I became who I am today by messing around during school? I was focused, all the time."

"Yeah, and that's how you ended up being a teen father I suppose?" I was surprised when I realised those words hadn't come from Edward's mouth but Emmett's. Up until now, Alice, Rosalie, Jasper and Emmett had stayed silent, listening, I suppose but I was surprised to see one of them reaching out and standing up for us.

"Yes, Emmett. I realised that. However, your mother knew that being a doctor was the most important thing for me, you and your mother were too and she supported me right up until I got there and even so afterwards."

"So what, you thought Bella wouldn't support me?"

"No of course- Wait." Carlisle began glancing between us. "Did Bella get pregnant at one point?" WHAT! Erm…yeah, no!

"Did you?" Oh great, now Esme was concerned. Edward sighed beside me.

"No, dad. Bella did not become pregnant. What I meant was, are you saying Bella wouldn't support me if the same thing that happened to you and mom, happened to us?" Carlisle…and it seemed everybody else, breathed a sigh of relief at Edward's statement.

"No, I didn't mean it like that-"

"Then what did you mean?" Edward cut across.

"Edward." I hushed, gripping his hand, silently begging him to keep quiet.

"I don't know. Edward. Looking back, I have no idea what I was even thinking. You have to believe me, seeing the pain that I caused you…both of you, I would never of done what I did. You have to believe that."

"We do." I found myself saying, slightly nodding. Did I believe it? I guess I did, without even realising it myself. I knew Carlisle; I know he wouldn't have done it intentionally to hurt either of us. He was, after all, looking out for Edward's future. I guess I was standing in the way of that. Edward whipped his head around and looked at me, eyes blazing. I shrugged and turned my attention back to Carlisle.

"So how did you do it?" Rosalie asked. Carlisle arched his eyebrow towards her. She gave a little glare; after all, I was her best friend. "I mean. The letters, the handwriting. How did you manage to pull it off?" Carlisle didn't like where this was going, it was written clear all over his face. Whatever he was about to say, was most likely to make us despise his actions or even him more then what we already did. I just knew.

"You really want to know?" He glanced around us, some of us nodded. "It will disgust you…it disgusts me just thinking, remembering it all." When no one spoke up, he continued. "I studied Bella's handwriting. Mine and Edward's was virtually the same, so that was a simple task but Bella's. Bella's was more difficult. It was sort of…scruffy." I grimaced at the insult of my handwriting, which I knew was terrible but I didn't particularly want it broadcasted. I knew both Rosalie and Edward would have laughed at his comments about my handwriting if the situation weren't so dire and tense. "One of the days, you had come round to see Alice, you left your notebook here. I took it and studied, practiced for days." I couldn't remember a notebook going missing, I had so many I barely noticed if I lost one. "When the time came to actually write the letters, I attempted Bella's first though. I guess, hoping, knowing I would get it wrong often, maybe one of the many failed attempts would make me realise what I was doing was wrong. Just as the thought entered my mind, after the seventh attempt, I was ready to give up and then I got it right. It looked the same. I couldn't believe it. Edward's I completed like I was writing anything just normally. And then before I knew it, they were wrapped, sealed and ready for posting."

There was a deadly silence that erupted in the room when Carlisle finished. That was it. The end of the story. We knew it all now, so what happened from here? Where did we go? I didn't want this to break up me and Edward, it already succeeded once, I wouldn't let it happen again. Esme burst into tears, Emmett, who had been standing next to her and Rosalie next to him, wrapped his arms around her and the both of them led her out the room. Alice, who hadn't uttered a word since dinner, stood up and stormed out the room, upstairs towards her own, I presumed, without a word, Jasper followed quickly. Carlisle placed his head in his hands, I even thought I saw a tear escaping his left eye but I didn't want to inspect it. It made sense. He could have possibly just ruined everything.

He reached his hand across the table, as if to attempt to take Edward's.

"Edward, please. I never wanted this. Really I didn't. If I could go back now, I would change it. I would change it all. Please. Say something."

Edward raised his head and looked towards his father, one hand gripping mine, the other clenching tightly.

"You want me to say something?" He slowly stood up, towering over Carlisle, letting go of my hand. I had never seen him look so hateful yet distraught at the same time. Carlisle nodded, gradually. "I hate you." I gasped. He didn't. I knew he didn't, he was just upset. He would get past this. I knew it. "How's that for something?" And with that he turned and headed out of the house, I watched him out of the window, running down the path, the rain already beginning to soak him.

It was just Carlisle and me now. I was surprised at how okay I was with him. After all the pain he had caused, what was the point in hating him now? I had thrown hatred around for the last three years. I had thrown it at Edward mostly but at Alice too, at my parents when I was so hurt, and Rosalie when we had fought over her contact with the Cullen's. I had what I wanted now, I felt like part of the family again, I loved Edward and I was constantly reassured that he loved me. S

"Bella, I am-"

"Sorry. I know." I started and then I managed a small smile. "Its okay, Carlisle. Really." I stood up and walked around towards him, leaning in and giving him a hug. I was okay with Carlisle and I needed him to know that. He was tense at first, probably waiting to see if I would suddenly become violent towards him or something but I wouldn't. And sure enough, he hugged me back.

Why should I hate Carlisle? If anything I should thank him because he's made mine and Edward's love for each other stronger. And this time, I'm going to fight for it.

Bella aint giving up ;) Review? ;)