I dressed quickly in jeans and a t–shirt, only this time I put on a bra. I also threw on a pair of white sneakers. I looked in the mirror as I pulled my hair up. This was one of the only times I would leave my house, or any house, dressed so simply and without my makeup. I went back down to Emmett's room where he was sitting on his bed still in his boxers. His face was in his hands and his elbows rested on his knees. I walked over and slid on to his lap.

"What's wrong?"

His arms went around me almost instinctively and he looked at me. When he didn't answer I moved forward and kissed him. He kissed me back and I couldn't help but moan. Everything was intensified. Then he suddenly he pushed me away and stood up.

"Bella we can't do this" He said.

"Why" I pouted.

"We are related, if I would have known that before I helped you leave I would have never let it happen the first time."

As he said it I could see the uncertainty in his eyes.

"Siblings don't have sex. That is incest. It's illegal"

"I don't care" I said honestly. "You make me feel so good"

He hesitated before speaking. "Carlisle is down stairs waiting for you, you should go"

I nodded flashing him a smile and then leaving. Carlisle was waiting by the steps and gestured for me to follow him and I did. I sat in the front seat of his black car. We drove in silence for a few minutes before I put the radio on. I danced in my seat along to the music.

"Bella" Carlisle said after the 5th song.

He reached over and turned down the radio.

"I want to talk to you"

"Shoot" I said with a smile.

"Seriously talk" He said

"I'm all ears" I smiled again.

"Let's start with Emmett" He said. "You may not remember him, but he is your brother, blood brother. You two came from the same mother and father. You are not allowed to sleep with him or any of the kids in the house"

"I remember them saying that a little boy named Emmett called the cops. They said he was my brother, I didn't make the connection. I don't care, that doesn't change anything."

"It should" Carlisle said seriously.

"But it doesn't" I shrugged. "So I can't sleep with your kids"

At that I laughed. I don't know what was so funny about it but I laughed.

"I'm serious"

I laid my hand on Carlisle's thigh when I calmed down.

"So none of the kids" I repeated.

I traced patterns on Carlisle's thigh. I saw him glanced down.

"Bella move your hand" He ordered.

I did as I was told with a smile. I stared out the window transfixed on the way we sped past the street lights almost turning them into streaks. When we stopped at my house, old house I reminded myself, there was nothing there but a cop car. A cop came to us as I got out the car.

"You can't be here" He said.

"I came to pick up my stuff" I told him as I continued walking.

"Only authorized personnel are allowed in" He continued.

He followed me in the house and I flipped on lights ignoring his multiple orders to leave. They had cleaned up he blood and James's body. I ran up to my room and the cop grabbed my arm as I pushed the door open.

"Look miss, I tried to be nice. You need to leave"

I spun towards him and ran my hands between his legs. His eyes widened and he let me go.

"I'm just here to pack my stuff" I informed seductively. "If you want to make it more than just say so."

"Who are you?"

"Bella"

With that I grabbed my duffel bag from my closet and packed all of my clothes. I layered the top of my second duffel with my electronics and then went to James's room. His bed was made and I thought back to all the times I occupied that bed. The cop hadn't followed me into the room and I was silently grateful. I went to master bathroom and pulled the box out of the cabinet. I looked in it and smiled. I moved my clothes and dumped the contents of the box in, put the box back, and covered up the stuff before leaving the bathroom.

"What did you take?" The cop ordered.

"All of my clothes and electrons" I opened the bag and let him see it. Carlisle popped the trunk and I dropped the bags in there and slammed it shut. "I'm going to get my shoes then we're leaving"

The cop followed me again as I went back to my room. I threw my shoes into a suitcase that came from James's room and my jewelry into my purse. The cop stared me down the entire time.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer" I snapped. "Why are you staring at me?"

"I have to watch you" He said. "I have to know what you're taking."

I rolled my eyes and took the suitcase and purse out to the car. Carlisle's pooped the trunk again and it opened.

"I'm going to the bathroom then we'll leave" I told the cop.

He followed me to the master bathroom but let me close the door. I went through the medicine cabinet and found what I was looking for. I pulled out the pill bottle labeled oxycodone and quietly dumped it in a sandwich bag before sliding it into my pocket. I put the empty pill bottle back with a smile, I was glad I knew where James kept his stuff. Lastly I grabbed what I needed for my fix.

I tied the rubber tie around the top of my arm making my vein bulge. I grabbed the syringe off the counter and pushed the needle into my skin. I leaned back and my high kicked in quickly. I closed my eyes momentarily. I sat up slowly, flushed the toilet, and dumped the needle.

There was a permanent smile on my face as I got back in the car. Everything was perfect. I leaned back and closed my eyes.