A/N: So this story may be.. slow going at first.. seeing as the current situation.. But I hope you all hang in there with me.. :) R&R

According to Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, when we're dying or have suffered a catastrophic loss, we all move through five distinct stages of grief. We go into denial because the loss is so unthinkable we can't imagine it's true. We become angry with everyone, angry with survivors, angry with ourselves. Then we bargain. We beg. We plead. We offer everything we have, we offer our souls in exchange for just one more day. When the bargaining has failed and the anger is too hard to maintain, we fall into depression, despair, until finally we have to accept that we've done everything we can. We let go. We let go and move into acceptance.

-Meredith, Grey's Anatomy

I glanced around the crowed court yard again and pulled out my phone. Still nothing. Where were they! My Dad was never late. He was nothing less then punctual but I assume that had to do with him being an 'army brat', as he would put it. My grandfather had been in the army. Its where he met my grandmother. I use to listen to the story when I was younger. It was one of my favorites.

"Stop fidgeting Bella, please, I want a good picture of you two." I sighed putting my phone down once again.

"They will be here. I'm sure." Rose said trying to look positive but I knew she didn't believe her own words. We hugged each other and smiled at the camera for our parents.

"Bella?" I turned to see Jessica standing behind us looking nervous. Which was odd because she was one of our closet friends. "Um, there is an officer looking for you." My stomach dropped.

I nodded as Rose took my hand and my mother joined my side. I knew it, I don't know how, but the second I seen that accident I knew there was something wrong.

"Ms. Swan?"

"Yes, that's me."

"I need you to come with me please." He held out his hand in the general direction of the police cruiser that had been parked at the curb of the school parking lot. "Is this your mother?" I nodded while I started walking with him again. "I am Officer Benson," He shook my mothers hand. "You may come to the with as well." Rose glanced at me quickly giving me a hug and then followed my Mom to her car.

You ever had one of those moments where you know everything is going to change. That nothing is going to happen that was planned to. The moment I had to identify three bodies at the morgue my world broke. It broke again as I was escorted to the hospital to be with Kaylee. The doctors said it was a miracle in its self that she survived. She was sleeping when I first got there. They said she had a minor concussion and some scraps and bruises.

I hadn't stopped crying since I closed the door of that cop car and I doubted that I would stop anytime soon.

I had custody. I was to take care of Kaylee. I was to provide for her. How was I suppose to do all this. I was so confused and broken and everything was just to much. A small cough broke me from my thoughts as I quickly made my way to Kaylee's side.

"Mom?" Shit. Shit. How the fuck do I tell a six year old that her mothers gone. Her Dad is gone. Her grandpa is gone. Her whole life changed. Fuck, I'm not even handling it well.

"No, its me, Aunt B." I stroked her hair.

"Wheres Mom?" I forced myself to stop the fresh tears that were threatening to fall.

"Um," Oh god, I can't do this. I told Erica this was a bad idea. You can give a 15 year custody of your child if something were to happen! It took her three fucking years for me to agree to it. Of course at that time my Dad had to sign some papers as well seeing I was underage but now that I was 18, I was on my own. With a Six year old. Oh god. I got up without answering her and left the room in tears.

"Bella? What is it? Is she awake?" I nodded to answer Rose's question. "Hold on. I will get your Mom." It only took them a minute to return to me, in which time I had tried to calm myself down.

"What is it?"

"She asked where Erica was. What do I say? How do you tell a six year old she is never going to see her parents again. I don't know what to say." I was sobbing again. My mother wrapped me in a tight hug trying to calm me.

"Let's go in there and I will help you. But she will need to hear this from you. OK?" I nodded as I took a tissue from Rose saying a small thank you.

"Hey sweetie." My Mom said stepping up to the bed next to Kaylee. She gave a small smile but is disappeared when she seen me.

"What's wrong Aunt B?"

"It's, um, about your Mom and Dad." She tried sitting up but I stopped her. I didn't want her in pain. "Um, well there was an accident and um, do you remember?" I glanced at my Mom who was holding Kaylee's hand. She may not be her grandmother, but she still loved her. Erica's Mom had died before I was even born.

"Yea, Mom was screaming a lot when the car stopped moving. There was glass." I took a deep breath.

"Um, well, your Mom and Dad, they didn't make it." Yea because that made sense to a six year old. I looked at my Mom who gestured for me to take another deep breath. I really wish I could let her explain all this. I didn't know what I was doing. Then again I doubt my own Mom would know what to say. "I mean, they passed away." I really sucked at this.

"Like, their in heaven?" I sat on the bed next to her as I watched the tears well up in her eyes. "Are they with Grandma?"

"Yes, sweetie." My Mom answered as I let the tears fall down my cheeks. "And Grandpa too. You remember he was driving the car?" She nodded as more tears fell down her face. She didn't say anything after that. She just cried. Not loud sobs, just silent tears. I didn't even know if she fully understood everything. I had forgotten that Erica told her about her mother passing away when she was a kid and where people went when their bodies 'stopped working'.

Kaylee was kept overnight for observation but was released the next afternoon. My mother had did a little shopping so she would have some clothes at the house until I figured out what I was going to do.

My fathers lawyer got in contact with me a few days after the funerals. I was in no shape to want to talk to him but I knew I had to. He happened to also be in charge of my sister and Greg's wills, so at least I wouldn't have to do this more then once.

My Mom had basically been taking care of both Kaylee and I. We both laid on the couch together not really talking. Kaylee would ask a few random questions but I never really had an answer but I tried to do my best. She was barely sleeping or eating and I was really worried. My mother did what she could but I knew it really wasn't enough. I needed to be there for her but I didn't know how.

I walked into the small office of Sam Goodsman. I had never met him but I knew I was in the right place when he greeted me at the door.

"Isabella, nice to meet you. Though I am sorry it is for these circumstances. Right this way." He guided me into his office as I held Kaylee's hand. She didn't want to stay behind and I understood that. We hadn't left the house except for the funerals.

"So, um, I don't really know what to say."

"That is fine. That is why I'm here. Your father made it clear what he wanted, as well as your sister and her husband. This however is a little more different. The insurance policy your father had on himself will go directly to you as you are his last living relative he has directed it to." I nodded. "As for your sister and her husbands it was directed to both of you, you are receiving 25% but Kaylee's 75% will be placed into a secure account until she reaches the age 18. Erica and Greg's wish was that she is to stay with you and Edward Cullen."

"Who?" I knew she had a godfather but I had yet to meet him and until now I hadn't even thought about it. I didn't know that there had even been an Edward Cullen at the funerals.

"I've been in contact with his Staff Sergeant, Mr. Cullen is overseas at the moment and wasn't able to come home for the funeral. His tour ends in a few months."