A/N Hey guys! I'm so sorry this took so long, but real life is catching up with me and this was just really hard to write. Seriously had I not added that second point of view this would have only been 700 words. I hope to update sometime early next week, but who knows really. Just know that I am sorry and I want this to be good and for it to not feel like it was written in five minutes.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of twilight. Please stop assuming I do.

BPOV

After dinner with the Cullen's Emmett and I drove to my…our parents house, so he could learn more about them. "So our dad was a cop?" He asked taking a picture off the wall to examine better.

"Yeah. They say he was on his way to becoming Chief of Police before he died."

"I thought about being a cop. Do you think this kind of thing is genetic?" I thought about laughing, but if you think about it, this kind of is a generational thing. I mean how many families only have one cop in the tree. It may not be parent to child, but chances are there's an uncle, grandfather, cousin, aunt, someone that was also a cop. It could be genetic, the need to save someone's life, risk taking, that could very well be an inherited trait.

"Never mind I know how stupid that sounds."

"No I think you might be right." I stated giving him my most assuring smile.

"So what do you know about our mother?" He asked picking up another picture.

"I really only know what I've been told since I got here, but she was confident and happy. You have her eyes you know. And her smile" If only to prove my point he smiled at my confession, mirroring the contagious expression in the photograph he's holding.

We made it through the rest of the downstairs laughing and talking like we had never missed a beat, like we had never been separated. Emmett was easy to get along with, he was happy and upbeat, he could make me smile at the drop of a hat.

I've never been very good with emotion, by the looks of it; I get that trait from my father. We made it up the stairs and to Emmett's old room. He looks almost terrified to go in, like opening that door will cause his bubble to burst. I prod him on the arm and he pushes the door open, a huge grin appears instantly on his face. "I had a police car bed!"

Out of everything to be excited about, forget about finding his long lost sister and learning about his missing family, he had a police car bed! He looked around taking it all in. The expression on his face tells me that this is hitting him as hard as it did me. He walked to his former dresser and opened the front drawer; he took out a pair of socks that would barely fit two of his fingers.

"This is where I used to sleep? Where's their room?" Without another word I lead him to the master bedroom. I didn't follow him in this time. I stood in the hall waiting for him to come out. I knew what this meant for him and decided not to rush him.

"Where's their bed?" He asked walking out ten minutes later. "Oh…ummm I use it." To my surprise this made him laugh. "What!"

"You…you use…you use the bed we were made in." I hadn't thought of that.

"Well not anymore I'm going first thing tomorrow and picking out a new one." I shivered at the end of my statement. This really was a bit creepy.

He finally stopped laughing at me and we walked downstairs. "So Bella. I don't even know where to start, there's just so much." I know what he means. We've been separated for more than fifteen years, a conversation like this is impossible to start.

"What college do you want to go to?" I asked kicking off twenty questions. He thought about it and answered. "Ohio State. Their football program is amazing." My face lit up after hearing his answer. "I want to go there too. I lived in Ohio for a few years and I loved it! Besides I love their English program."

"Do you really? This means we won't really be separated again. I graduate this year, so we will for a while next year-" I cut him off before he could continue. "I'll transfer. Seriously I went years without you; one more is not an option."

"Seriously squirt? You would transfer again, just to be closer to me?" I nodded vigorously to get my point across. "I got a full football scholarship you know. I saw a jersey that belonged to Charlie Swan when I started on the team, they retired his number when he died. I feel so stupid that I never made the connection, I even kind of look like him." Tears started leaking from Emmett's eyes as he looked back down at our dad in his old uniform.

I scooted closer to him from where we sat on the floor, hugging him and letting him cry on my shoulder.

JPOV

I was positively seething. When I went to her house earlier I expected her to be busy all day, she told Newton she was unpacking. I should have known better, of course she would lie to Newton. Now she's spending the day with Edward Cullen. My skin crawls just thinking his name. He thinks he's so damn perfect. Walking around like he's God's gift to the world.

Being as angry as I was I did the most logical thing in the world. I followed them. I saw them go in that greasy ass diner-damn I hate that place-he held the door for her, the consummate gentleman. They got into what appeared to be a very intense conversation; before he whisked her up, threw money on the table and practically dragged her out of the damn place.

They had better not be doing what I think they're doing. I saw red the moment I realized they were headed back to his place. So I did what any normal person would do, I parked the car, and climbed a tree, and waited for them to come out.

The entire time I could just imagine what was going on in there. Them in his room. His hands gripping her hair as he shoves his down her throat. Her moaning in his mouth, not understanding that she should be disgusted rather than turned on. Him slipping her shirt off, palming her bra covered breast and kissing her neck. Bella moaning and writhing beneath him- No I can't think about this anymore.

She's mine. He doesn't get to touch or kiss her. Fucking Cullen taking what's mine.

I was in that tree for hours before she walked outside again, but not with the Cullen she walked in with. What did he fuck her and make his brother drive her home? Bastard. Has she been crying? She looks like she was crying.

The oldest Cullen walked around and opened her door for her too.-What's up with this family?-she hugged him as she got in. Him too. She has the both of them. I hate this fucking family.

Being even more pissed than I was earlier I did what made sense to me, I followed her again. This may be a habit.

A/N Yeah...so...he's creepy.

If you see any mistakes or think this story is complete crap please let me now, I won't cry. Maybe.