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Go To Hell

EPOV

Bella winced when the words tore through my vocal chords. She staggered back against the wall as if she had been pushed back by my fury. Everything disappeared; the only thing I could see was the bed taunting me with its innocence in this fucking charade. Anger rushed through my veins, pushing the blood through my body with a violent energy.

Vaguely aware that Bella was talking I spun my head back to find her on the phone. A deep growl built within me, fuelled by frustration and incandescent rage.

Someone had been in Bella's room.

On her bed.

Red clouded my vision and I launched myself onto it.

Resolutely focussed on my mission.

My mission to just fucking destroy every last bloom that lay on her bed.

Her bed!

My fingers dove and crushed and pinched and obliterated everything they touched.

My body vibrated with every movement.

Words and noises escaped my mouth.

I could have recited all of Shakespeare's Sonnets and not been aware of it.

Occasionally my gaze would fall on Bella's face as my fingers worked to annihilate everything. The logical part of my brain was telling me to go to her. To sweep her out of the room and take her somewhere she would be safe, somewhere that was impenetrable. The other part of me was too consumed by rage to care. Blood was dripping from my hands onto the bed after being shredded by the thorns still on the roses.

Did this fucker have no class? Everyone knows you strip the thorns before you give them to a lady.

This enraged me more and I was on my feet, my fingers digging under the mattress before flipping it right off the base of the bed. I was unhinged.

I wanted to protect Bella.

I wanted to find whoever did this.

I wanted to hurt him.

I'd never wanted anything more.

Rage poured out of me and without my realising it tears had begun to freely roam down my face.

I cried for my inability to detect a hint of something wrong.

I cried for my lack of control.

I cried for being unable to protect the people I loved most in this world.

I cried for my lost childhood.

I cried for my Dad.

I cried for my Mom.

I cried for everything.

I didn't even cry this much at the funeral. With every tear my body lost an iota of tension. Bella's bed was at the point of no repair, my diving fingers and kicking feet making quick work of its destruction.

I was aware of movement milliseconds before I felt strong arms restraining me, railing against them my demon voiced counterpart cried out and kicked out simultaneously. Blonde hair flashed before my eyes as I was wrestled to the ground. My fists flew out and made contact with flesh and bone. Arms and legs fought to still me until in a large rush of expelled air the fight left me, leaving me limp on the floor.

Bella's hands were on my face seconds after, stroking at the damp skin, trailing along my cheekbones and down to my jaw, gripping me tightly and forcing me to look into her eyes. The shame that rushed through me at my reaction caused me to close my eyes, refusing to meet her gaze.

"Look at me." She commanded, leaving no room for disobedience. Finally my eyes opened and were met by her unflinching stare. "Are you finished? Can Jasper let you go?" I nodded weakly.

"Thank fuck for that. Get some underwear on him Bella and meet us downstairs." Jasper snorted, removing his vice like grip from my body and standing up. "Oh, and you can keep the shirt Edward."

My face just fucking burned with embarrassment.

In the overwhelming whirligig of emotions I had forgotten I was naked from the waist down.

Bella scrambled across the room on her hands and knees to find my jeans before tossing them over to me. She watched as I yanked them on and pulled myself upright. Her teeth were biting down hard on her bottom lip, eyes wide and filmed by fear. Fear of what I couldn't decide. At my schizophrenic destruction of her room or the fact that some asshat had been in her room I couldn't tell.

"Are you ok?" My throat was ragged from whatever shitty things I had been screaming out in my state of idiotism.

"I think I would have coped, but then you Hulked out and I freaked."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's not me you have to apologise to."

"I know, poor Jasper."

"Screw Jasper, look at my bed!"

"Ah, shit."

Look at her bed I did, in a spectacular display of moronic arseholeness I had managed to demolish it. The base was splintered in an abundance of places, the mattress ripped with covers and destroyed flowers tossed over it. If I submitted it to an art gallery the whole scene would win a prize. I closed my eyes again, allowing the guilt and humiliation to shiver through me.

Bella stopped in front of me. Softly she placed her hand over my chest, feeling the beat of my heart. Her head cocked to the side, taking my hand she placed it over her own heart. We stood like this for minutes, until our hearts were beating in unison.

"Better?" Smiling softly she maintained eye contact.

"You make me better, always." Our lips touched briefly before she tugged on my hand.

"Come on, we have people we need to talk to."

Confused didn't cover it. What would Jasper have to say about this that would shed any light on the situation? We hurried down the stairs to find Jasper and Alice at the kitchen table. Jasper had a bag of something frozen against his jaw being held in place by Alice's tiny hands, and wouldn't meet my eye. Shit, he must be really pissed.

"Glad to see you managed to put pants on."

"I'm so sorry. I couldn't do anything but..." What was it I had been doing exactly? I couldn't explain it. Except that it had been cathartic, like years of repressed rage being released in one mightily unhealthy dose.

"Kill the bed half naked? We all have those kinds of moments." He replied flatly, the spark of laughter in his eyes saving me from begging him to forgive me.

Bella tugged on my sleeve to take me over to the sink, the cold water tap was rushing down into the basin and she unceremoniously shoved both my hands under the stream. There was dots and smears of red across her shirt and it took me a second to work out it was my blood. Suddenly my hands began to throb. I'd managed to rip the shit out of them.

"I take it Bella called you back then?" I said after we had been immersed in silence for at least ten minutes whilst Bella dabbed at each individual incision on my hands with the same kind of orange stinging liquid she had cleaned up my face and knuckles with only last weekend. This wasn't a habit I wanted to form with her.

"No, I was already coming back. Alice had phoned ahead." Was the terse reply. "She put the phone on speaker and I heard your breakdown. Ranting about finding someone, hurting them, then you started to...cry...for your parents."

"I'm grateful you arrived when you did." I told him honestly. "I don't think the dresser would have made it out alive."

"We got to Alice's house, there were flowers waiting for her when we went inside." Ice. My body felt like it had flooded with ice. "We thought we had better come to make sure you and Bella were ok."

"Plus I didn't want to be in the house." Alice finally spoke, smiling at us apologetically.

"They looked like the same kind of flowers you described sitting in Bella's truck." Jasper told us.

What in holy hell was going on in this town?

Alice had replaced her hands with Jasper's and gone to stand beside Bella as I edged closer to the table to sit down. They stood with their hands clasped together watching us with big Bambi eyes, like we held the answers to life itself.

"There were more flowers upstairs, on her bed. It sent me over the edge."

"I noticed." He chuckled. "He was in the house? In Bella's room? That's just sick. It must have been when we were all here."

"Yup." I popped the p in annoyance.

We all jumped when we heard the rumble of an engine approach the house, tyres screeched to a stop outside and doors opened and slammed in quick succession. Without knocking Emmett barrelled into the house with Rosalie clutched at his side. Rosalie released herself from his grip and flung herself at Bella and Alice. Emmett's eyes surveyed the scene, taking in Jasper's frozen food to the face, my raw and still vaguely bloody fists and the girls huddling together.

"What the fuck is going on here?" His words mirrored my own, but thankfully he didn't follow his question up with a fully fledged breakdown. "I took Rosalie home and there were the same flowers waiting for her. Then Carlisle calls and Esme got the same ones! And dude! Why don't you ever answer you fucking phone!?" His meaty fist slammed into the top of my arm making the entire thing numb, for which I was perversely grateful because it negated the dull and constant throb emanating from my hand.

It took only a few minutes to bring Emmett up to speed. His already thunderous expression clouded further when Alice told him about walking into her house and finding a bouquet of roses sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for her. When Bella explained what had happened here, minus the naughty touching and sucking thankfully, he looked ready to kill. I explained my psychotic break to him which caused his eye to twitch, with vague amusement or something else I couldn't figure out. I knew that he was itching to go and survey the damage I had caused but contained his curiosity.

"He was in this house when we all were? In Bella's bedroom? Cocky son of a bitch."

"Where did Esme find hers?" Bella asked.

"They were on the front porch; whoever it was didn't go into the house. They didn't get into the Hale's either, they were sitting on the hood of Rosie's car." He explained.

"This is fucked up." Jasper mumbled, his head in his hands having abandoned the now soggy bag from the freezer.

I kept looking at Bella, her hand still clasping Alice's, occasionally muttering something I could only imagine being comforting. Her strength was impressive. If I was in her situation I'd be all sorts of scattered. Rage bubbled in my stomach again so I walked over to her and took her free hand, placing it on my chest. Her chocolate eyes looked up at me full of questions that I desperately wanted to answer but didn't know where to start. I shrugged.

"I don't know what to do." I told her bluntly, hating that fact. She nodded decisively at me before walking over to the phone. We all stared at her movements across the kitchen and as she punched in some numbers. With a deep breath she spoke.

"Daddy, I need you."

BPOV

None of anything had sunk in. I was in an impenetrable bubble of Zen. If I had a Zen garden I'd be raking the shit out of the thing. Edward's epic breakdown hadn't fazed me. He associated the roses with the death of his parents, I knew it would only be matter of time before we had an episode of that magnitude if they continued. The thing that really pissed me off, though, was the fact that I had been aching for Edward's hands on my body all day and once again I was denied that giddy pleasure.

When we find out who is doing this they will be sorry they ever laid eyes on me I swear to god.

Alice had called in a panic, telling me about finding the roses in her kitchen. It was one thing to mess with me, but to fuck with Alice is unforgivable. It's considered a war crime. You can be killed for shit like that. Or put under house arrest. One of them. She had told me she was coming to the house with Jasper and I told them to hurry, a bizarre giggle building in my chest at the sight of Edward naked from the waist down destroying my bed.

Inappropriate giggling. I'll be sure to put that on my college transcripts as an extracurricular activity.

Then when Jasper was wrestling Edward to the ground all the funny had left my body. He had looked so defeated. So lost and in need of some serious reassurance that he was loved. Again that empathy needled at my heart and I was seconds away from just bursting apart from the pain I felt for him.

But now this has gone too far. Rosalie and Esme too? That's just not on. None of us deserved this, nor did we have any idea as to how to resolve it.

And suddenly I needed my Daddy.

Needed him to listen to our fears and for him to fix it.

That never leaves a person. When I'm fifty and in a bind I'll still want Charlie to come charging in on his white horse and fix it. The fact that he has a serious amount of guns and the power to use them definitely helps with the hero worship. He's the closest we can get to James Bond right now.

I had torn myself away from Edward's touch and walked over to the phone, everyone watching and waiting to see what I was doing. I punched Charlie's number into the phone and waited. It rang four times before he answered.

"Bella?"

"Daddy I need you."

"Five minutes." We both hung up. There was nothing else to say.

Edward sat back down at the table and I sat on his knee, my face nuzzled into his neck, his hands stroking up and down the length of my back. Four minutes later we heard the approaching siren from Charlie's cruiser. Nobody spoke. I was too busy contemplating how to explain why I let Edward contaminate what little evidence may have been in my room. I think Edward was thinking the same thing because at one point he groaned and smacked his forehead with the heel of his hand, making him hiss lowly with the pain from his hand.

"Bella?!" Charlie called out, the lights from the cruiser still spinning, sending eerie light patterns across the walls. He barrelled into the kitchen and appraised our ashen faces. I threw myself up and directly at him. Neither of us were tactile with the other, an unspoken treaty we established early on in our father/daughter relationship that suited us just fine, so to say he was surprised was an understatement. His eyes flicked to Edward behind me but he refrained from vocalising any suspicions he may have had.

I gestured for him to sit down so we could start to explain. I resumed my sitting on Edward's lap which made Charlie narrow his eyes, but I shook my head at him in warning. Emmett started, managing to blow my Alice cover for the previous weekend. Alice quickly interjected, explaining that we had all stayed at the Cullen house that night, and that she and I had shared a room. Thank god Charlie believed every word that came out of that sometimes devious little mouth. He didn't seem overly happy about it, but there was no pulling of the gun on Edward and threatening of a convent for me.

Jasper took over then, quickly covering the rest of the story until it was my turn.

I hadn't thought this far ahead. I don't think, "well, I blew Edward by the front door and he was carrying me up the stairs for some sexy time when we found it" was going to cut the mustard somehow. Luckily Edward picked up the story as I continued to watch Charlie's reaction to it all. So far his moustache had twitched once. That's it.

"Bella was cold, so she nipped up to get a sweater. She shouted out for me and I went up, there was a blanket of roses on her bed, Chief."

"I'll have a look." He made to stand up but Edward held out a hand.

"I should prepare you, sir, I lost my head a little...a lot to be honest."

"How do you mean?"

"Daddy, he destroyed my bed."

"He what?"

"Chief, there are some unpleasant connotations to the types of flowers this guy is leaving our girls." Emmett explained. "Edward links the flowers with the deaths of his parents."

Edward looked at Emmett in shock, like he was wondering where the real Emmett was and what he had done to him.

"How did you know that?"

"I'm not stupid Edward." A frown flashed across Emmett's face. I missed his dimples.

Charlie huffed leaving the room and I followed him. We padded up the stairs until we came to my room. He was mumbling some stuff under his breath that I didn't catch as he traversed the war zone that was previously my sanctuary. The toes of his boots nudged at some of the flowers then at a big chunk of my bed sitting abandoned on the floor at the opposite end of the room from where it had lived just half an hour before.

"I knew I should've had that tree knocked down when you became a teenager." I didn't reply because I knew he was talking to himself. "Get a bag and throw some things in it Bells, you can't stay here tonight."

"Why not?"

"It's not safe apparently. I need to speak to Esme Cullen too, but that can wait 'til tomorrow. You can stay at Billy's tonight."

"Oh, because that's so much safer." I riled sarcastically at him. "It's barely more than a dog kennel."

"Don't be snotty Bella." Charlie rounded on me but I held my ground. I wasn't going to be separated from Edward right now. He was the only person who could keep me sane, even if he wasn't always exactly compus mentis himself. "Do you know somewhere safer?!"

"Yes. I'm going to the Cullen's house." I told him, picking up a bag and throwing things into it without looking at what it was, when I finally looked down I counted two left shoes, swimming goggles that I didn't even know I owned and a pair of pyjama bottoms. Tsking at myself I dumped it all back down and started to pay attention to what I was throwing in the bag this time.

Charlie gaped at my actions before his eye was drawn to a crumpled heap of black fabric on the floor. His toes kicked out at it before he bent to retrieve it. I realised too late what it was. I watched his face turn from red to blue to purple to white to purple again.

"You are not staying with that boy." He waved Edward's discarded and forgotten underwear at my face. A wicked part of me was tempted to stick my tongue out and lick them as he waved them at me, but even I couldn't be that cruel. I didn't want Charlie to have a heart attack. "Cullen!" He shouted and two pairs of feet thudded onto the stairs, even though they would have both known which Cullen he was calling.

They appeared at the doorway and Charlie threw Edward's boxers at him in disgust. His emerald eyes widened and his skin paled if that was even possible considering how pale he was in the first place.

"Dad please." I actually whined.

"No Bella, you are not staying in the same house as that boy." He roared and pointed and acted like the overprotective father he is.

"I am, there is nowhere else in Forks that has that kind of a security system Dad. It's the only place I'll feel safe when you aren't with me." Emmett cleared his throat.

"It is true sir, and I'll be taking Rosalie, Jasper and Alice back there too. It's the safest place in Forks." Charlie appraised Emmett, taking in his earnest face, those dimples that screamed trust me, I was happy they were back even if they were diminished somewhat, and his wide honest eyes before slumping his shoulders and relenting.

"I'll need to talk to Carlisle." Charlie grumped and stomped down the stairs to the phone.

"Shit." Edward looked down at the underwear in his hands with a shake of his head.

"Don't freak out dude, keep your underwear on...oh, wait..." Snorted Emmett as he backed out of the room.

Edward packed some things into my bag for me as I pointed them out to him. He found his phone and slipped it in his pocket when he left to grab some things from the bathroom. Coming back into the room he brandished my toothbrush at me whilst sniffing my shampoo.

"What are you doing?"

"I love that smell, but it's nothing compared to how it smells on you." He mumbled at me, snapping the cap shut and grazing his nose up my neck and into my hair when he walked past.

"Shut up and get it in the bag." I grinned, chancing a lingering kiss on his pouting lips. "We had better go downstairs lest Charlie think you're taking advantage of me."

Charlie scowled deeply at us when we came downstairs hand in hand; my bag in Edward's other hand. The phone was pressed firmly against his ear and he was listening intently whilst pacing back and forth. He left the room to finish the call, leaving us all in the dark as to what was happening.

Finally he stalked back into the room, pushing his hat onto his head, he motioned for me to follow him out into the hallway where he gave me a small heavy bag.

"Keep this with you at all times." He told me brusquely and walked back to the kitchen.

Just what I need, a can of pepper spray that if it came down to it would be of no use because I would end up spraying myself. I do it with perfume so there's no chance it won't happen in an emergency situation.

He waited until I was back in the kitchen before addressing us as one.

"You are all going to the Cullen house. I've spoken to your parents and they agree that you should stay there for tonight at least. Carlisle has assured me that it's no problem and that he will keep an eye on you all." He raised a suspicious eyebrow at Edward and me. "I'm going back to the station to look into a couple of things and get someone to look over what's left of your room Bella." Again another look towards Edward. "Someone is tracing the flowers. If I'm needed you know where to reach me. Stay together." He waited for us to nod at him to show we understood and then left without another word.

EPOV

My own underwear to the face.

Just fucking beautiful.

I knew I was missing something but couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Bella's father was beginning to terrify me. The more I thought about it the more convinced I was that he was going to shoot me and claim accident whilst cleaning the gun. It's a very real thought that goes through his head. I can see it in his eyes.

Bella was right though, my house has to be the safest in Forks, and it's not like there isn't plenty of rooms for guests. We would only need to use one for Jasper and Alice anyway, Rosalie would be in with Emmett and Bella would be in with me.

Bella would be in with me.

Maybe I should really try to take her mind off the events of the night. Maybe orgasm is the way to go?

I really need to set my priorities straight. Though the way her skin is flushing she could be thinking about the same thing. We were both in need of release and tension relief.

Stop it Cullen, she's scared.

Is she?

"Are you scared?" I turned the car into the long wooded drive leading to my house, we had driven in silence with our hands gripping each other.

"Not when I'm with you." She cast her gaze over me

"Even when I'm going all Demolition Man on your bed? Which I will replace by the way."

"Don't be silly Edward."

"I broke it, I'll sort it."

"Fine." She huffed. "I want a double."

"I'm not buying you a double bed! Your dad hates me enough already."

"He doesn't hate you, he doesn't even know you. He just thinks you're a savage after his daughter's precious gift." She put air quotes around the words "precious gift" and giggled. The sound of it filled the car and I was reluctant to open the door now we were at the house, afraid it would escape into the atmosphere never to be heard again.

"We'd better go in." I said after I parked in the garage.

"Fine, but I want you to promise to take me to bed as soon as possible." I gaped at her, the silence hung in the car. She gets more and more forward as each hour passes. "I'm tired. Get your mind out of the gutter Cullen."

"Don't call me Cullen." My voice swiftly dropped a few octaves. Hands sprung out and started tickling up her ribs making her squeal with laughter, pushing up against the door in a pathetic attempt at escape from my long arms and long fingers.

My door was wrenched open before I could see just how serious she was about the tiredness issue and Carlisle's head popped down to appraise us.

"Welcome back Bella." He smiled and with a slight nod of his head signalled that we should get into the main body of the house.

Will I ever get my end away tonight?

Frustrated once again we walked into the kitchen to find everyone sitting around the kitchen table. Bella and I took the two vacant seats and looked at Carlisle expectantly. He and Esme refused to meet our eyes.

"Charlie told us everything." Carlisle started.

"We wish that you had told us about the original bouquet of flowers."

"We thought that we knew who had done it, and it wasn't an issue." Emmett informed them, to which we all nodded in agreement.

"That evaluation has proved to be wrong." Carlisle replied. "You are all to stay here tonight and perhaps tomorrow."

"We are all pretty tired I think." Looking around the room to which five heads responded with a nod. "We should just head to bed."

"We have given your father our reassurance that you will not be sleeping in Edward's room." Esme told us apologetically.

I sighed deeply with annoyance. Part of me knew this was coming.

"What Charlie doesn't know won't hurt him." Bella smiled hopefully at my parents making Emmett snigger into his hand.

"Nice try Bells, but no go. The Cullen's don't go back on their word." Emmett informed her.

"Fine, she doesn't have to sleep in my room, she can have the spare room opposite it though." Standing up I took Bella with me, we walked up to the third floor and I showed her the spare room. I threw her bag across the bed and turned to her. Within seconds she was in my arms, her head pressed against my chest, her fingers digging tight into my back.

"I didn't mean to put your parents in an awkward position."

"They don't mind, they see how much I love you, how you mean everything to me now."

"Everything?" Tilting her head she smiled up at me.

"Everything." I told her adamantly.

There was a knock at the door, followed by everyone trooping in and taking up residence on the bed.

"What do we do?" Alice asked the room.

"Nothing, we leave it to the police. We aren't the Scooby Gang." Bella replied, taking a few steps and sitting beside Jasper. He put his arms around her and Alice, offering them reassurance. A little flare of annoyance ignited in me but I shook it aside.

"That's a nice sight." Emmett smiled. "If I squint Jasper looks a lot like Rosalie...same liquid blue eyes...same pretty little mouth...stroke Bella's arm Jasper." He exploded with laughter at the look on their faces until Rosalie punctured his amusing bubble with a solidly connecting punch to the arm. "You hit harder than Edward." He grumbled, rubbing the sore spot.

"Emmett, there aren't words for what I think about you right now." Jasper told him.

"Call me your back up plan. If all else fails we have each other."

Esme and Carlisle called us down to the kitchen. We left everyone else upstairs indulging in a bizarre argument about who was actually the prettier of the Hales, which Rosalie was taking far too seriously for everyone's liking.

"I think this is more serious than anyone thinks." Carlisle told us.

"What do you mean?" Emmett asked.

"There are a lot of things to explain, that we have tried to keep from you both." Esme replied, unable to meet our eyes.

"You should maybe start at the beginning then."

Neither of them spoke or moved. They sat like marble statues, their minds working at a rate of knots. My mind was blank. Completely empty as to what they could be talking about. How could they know more about this than they had let on?

"It isn't the first time that odd things have happened surrounding our family." Carlisle finally spoke.

"If you are just going to speak in cryptic sentences then I'm going back up to Bella." I told them.

With a deep sigh, Carlisle nodded and started again.

"It's why we had to leave Forks in the first place. Odd things began to happen. Parcels turned up addressed to Esme and there would be photographs, hundreds of photographs of you, Edward, as you played at school, walked with Jasper. Everything you did was documented, days and days of the most mundane activities. We thought that you were being targeted by some sort of paedophile so we left."

"We took you to Alaska to get away from whom ever was following you." Esme continued. "Emmett joined our family after that and we were contented. Only it started again. This time you were both being photographed and boxes appeared at our house."

"We tried to shield you both from it, to make sure you didn't worry. When it started we were lucky enough to be in the situation where we could afford to make us all safer, with the security systems we had installed and hiring people to keep an eye on you both when we couldn't." Carlisle took over from Esme.

"You had us followed to prevent someone following us." I stated, my mind reeling from the information they were suddenly presenting us with. It explained a lot, Esme's panic when we weren't reachable, the constant moving, the feeling of being watched that plagued me and fed the paranoid half of my personality.

"We thought it was the best course of action. We talked to the police in Alaska but they weren't sure that they could help us. We went back and forward to them, with the boxes every time they arrived at the house, but there was never any evidence, never anything that would lead them to who was doing it."

"Has this happened everywhere? Is this why we moved so much?" Emmett inquired.

"Everywhere. We usually have a peaceful first few months, and then it begins. Even when we were in Scotland, they followed us there. How they found us we don't know."

This was getting too serious for me to comprehend, we had been stalked for literally years.

"Was there ever a threat of physical harm?"

"No. Never."

"Then why?"

"We don't know." Esme sighed, cradling her head in her hands, staring down at the grain of the wooden table.

"This time has happened too quickly, I don't know what may have changed. As far as we are aware no one except ourselves has been a recipient of any "gifts"."

"Is it possible that this time you are over-reacting?" Emmett supposed. "That it is in fact Newton just messing with us, trying to rile us after Edward here beat him down?"

"It's possible, but unlikely."

"More unlikely than we have been followed across the world by an amateur fucking photographer?"

"Don't swear." Esme sighed.

"I think this situation warrants a little bit of swearing Esme, perhaps even a fucking lot of swearing." Her eyes looked up at me and I instantly regretted my immature outburst. "Sorry."

Emmett was looking just as confused and annoyed as I was. I could tell he was feeling a little betrayed at being kept in the dark about this for so many years. As was I.

"All these years you drummed so many values into us, you brought us up to behave like gentlemen and to afford people the most basic right, honesty." I said as calmly as I could. "Yet you've kept something of this importance from us for years. You have lied to us about why we have to leave city after city." Carlisle flinched away from my words, stung by the truth of them. "You have always treated us as you equals, yet with this you have managed to make me feel like it was all a lie."

"Easy there Edward, they are telling us now." Emmett put his hand on my shoulder like he was restraining me but there was no need. There was no threat of me having yet another violent breakdown this evening.

I was numb.

"I learnt to not let people in. I knew that I would only have to leave them behind because your work was constantly moving us somewhere else. I've spent years living in a shell of loneliness and isolation." I accused them, unable to stop myself, unable to shy away from the gurgling betrayal that was barely hiding behind the numbness. "I've been broken by more than one thing in my life, I'll be forever grateful to you both for making me your son when my parents were no longer able to."

"Edward..." Esme reached her hand across the table to take one of my own, her motherly touch doing nothing to stop the epic failure of my internal filter. Everything I was thinking was pouring out of my mouth.

"But if the reason you called us down here without the company of our friends, the people we love, is to tell us that we have to leave once again then you can both go to hell." I finished and pushed out my chair.

Emmett stared at me, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he thought through what we both had to lose if we were forced to leave Forks. Within a second he was on his feet and standing shoulder to shoulder with me on the decision he had silently agreed on.

"I love and respect you both beyond words." He informed them. "But I'm with Edward."

We walked out of the room in silence, taking the stairs two at a time we paused when the sounds of laughter filtered through the open door to the spare room.

The room that held the reasons why we would never regret our decision no matter what was about to come our way.

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