A/N: Thanks for all the great reviews! Keep 'em coming! They're better than Angsty!Edward! Again, toned down on the word "Fuck". Still rated for language though.

Chapter Two: Ruby

EPOV

Monday Night

I hate my life. No, really. I grabbed another arm full of clothes from the closet and threw them onto the bed angrily, making sure to stomp my feet as hard as possible on the floor. Take that, fucker, I thought bitterly. Yeah, I know it's childish, but so is forcing your only fucking child to go live with a crusty ass bitch because you can't deal with him anymore.

I heard the slight rap of knuckles against my door, but I ignored that shit. There was only one fucking person it could be on the other side of that door, and I didn't have a goddamned thing to say to him. Asshat.

"Edward? I'm coming in."

I groaned. Why the fuck couldn't he take a hint? I stopped shoving clothes into the suitcase so I could turn to glare at him fully. "What the fuck do you want? I'm busy."

"I know you're not happy about this, Edward. But you left me no other choice."

"Whatever. Just… get out, Carlisle."

"Forks isn't that bad. You just have to give it a chance. Your mother… well, she actually kind of liked it."

"How fucking nice for her. That's just another reason to hate it. Now get out."

"You'll thank me one day."

"Yeah, whatever," I responded with a shake of my head as I turned back to the task at hand. When the fuck had I accumulated so many clothes? Christ, my closet was worse than any chick. What the hell? Whatever. It wasn't like I could take all of them anyway. Fucking sunless Forks. Couldn't Ruby have made a permanent home in Vegas? Maybe Los Angeles? Anywhere would have been better than fucking Forks.

I wanted to punch the wall. Don't get me wrong; I fucking hated living with Carlisle. Not that he was home enough to truly be a "hands on" parent because apparently, the hospital was more fucking entertaining than his own son. I hated it because even though he had no fucking clue who I even was, he tried to pretend like he was goddamned "Father of The Year" or some bullshit whenever anyone was within earshot and that shit drove me right up the wall. I didn't care that he was a worthless father, but he should at least own that shit.

He was no better as a parent than my whore of a mother.

In a fit of anger, I shoved the half packed suitcase off the bed before giving it a good swift kick, not giving two shits that my clothes were now scattered halfway across the room. I sank down onto the empty mattress, fisting my fingers through my hair angrily.

I was their fucking child. Their only fucking child, but that shit didn't matter. It hadn't stopped her from running off and it wasn't stopping him from pawning me off on this old bitch in the most depressing fucking city in the United States. Fucking bitch. Fucking Carlisle. Fucking Forks.

BPOV

Monday Night

"So what do you think?"

I glanced up at the older lady as she stood in the center of the newly arranged room, her hands on her hips and couldn't help but laugh. "I think we probably should have waited for Emmett before we moved all this heavy furniture," I teased.

She dismissed me with a wave of her hand. "Please, child. If I waited around for Emmett McCarty to do everything for me, it would never get done. Anything you want done, Bella, you'd be better off to just do it yourself. Remember that."

"I'll make a mental note."

"Good girl. Now," she said, clapping her hands together after a final glance around the bedroom, "do you see anything that I may have forgotten?"

"I think it looks perfect, Miss Ruby. I'm sure your grandson will love it."

"Well, I guess we'll find out tomorrow, now won't we?" In all the years I'd known Miss Ruby, I'd never known her to be nervous about anything. She was a 'go with the flow' kind of woman. I think that's why I liked her so much. But standing here, in the middle of the room that was to be occupied by the grandson she hadn't seen in years, there was no other word to describe her demeanor. She was nervous.

"Grandma?" I was startled out of my observation by the booming voice from below. Emmett, I realized.

"Upstairs, Em!" Miss Ruby called back as her eyes scanned the room once more. I rolled my eyes at the sound of his heavy footsteps on the stairs.

"Aw man!" He groaned as he stepped into the bedroom. "I told you guys I'd be over to help you move this stuff around! Why didn't you wait for me?"

"Because if I waited on you, it would never get done," she replied. "And don't bother looking hurt, Emmett. You know that just as well as I do."

He rolled his eyes at his grandmother, but didn't bother to hide his smile. "Yeah, yeah. Okay grandma," he teased. "But seriously, I don't know why you're going through so much trouble for him anyway. When's the last time you saw him?"

"He's still family, Emmett. And I expect you treat him as such."

I was slightly surprised at the somewhat annoyed expression that darkened Emmett's face. When I had first met Emmett, I was terrified of him until I realized that he didn't have one hateful bone in his oversized body. He was always in a good mood, always had a smile for everybody. But the mere mention of his cousin seemed to irritate him.

"Anyway," Miss Ruby said, either not seeing the scowl on Emmett's face or completely ignoring his sudden bad mood, "since you were too late to help us move, I think I'll let you buy us dinner. What do you think, Bella?"

"Oh no, Miss Ruby. I should probably get home to the Chief anyway. You know he can't even toast bread without having to call the fire department."

"Then call up old Charlie and invite him along. We'll make it a party. I'm going to go wash up," she said, patting Emmett's shoulder as she passed before giving me another smile. "Don't even think about arguing with me, Bella. You know you won't win," she called over her shoulder on her way out.

I watched as she made her way down the hallway towards her bedroom, humming tunelessly as she went. I laughed softly before turning back to Emmett, startled to see that his angered expression seemed to have intensified.

"Em, you really don't have to take us all out if you don't want to. I've got plenty of stuff at home I can fix for Charlie. Don't worry about it."

"Huh? Oh. No, don't worry about it Bells," he said, the angry scowl melting off his face to be replaced by his normal hundred watt smile. "I don't mind one bit. You should probably go call Charlie up, huh? I'll be down in the Jeep, alright?"

As I watched Emmett's retreating form, I couldn't help but wonder exactly made him so angry. "They're not fond of the idea of Edward coming to stay here," Miss Ruby said softly from behind me. I jumped at the sound of her voice. I hadn't even realized I was no longer alone. I turned, surprised at the look of irritation on her face. "They think I won't be able to handle him."

"What do you mean?"

"Edward's not like Emmett, honey. But why should he be? Emmett grew up with two loving and caring parents. I think Carlisle did his best with Edward, given the circumstances, but he looks so much like my Elizabeth that… well, of course it was hard for Carlisle to be near him. But Edward's not a bad person. He's just lost his way, I think."

"I think you're doing a wonderful thing, Miss Ruby." And I did. Though she wasn't quite as fragile as a normal woman of her age should be, she was still older. And to take in a teenager (a troubled one at that) wasn't going to be easy. But he was family. If there's one thing I knew Miss Ruby believed in above all else, it was family. It was everything to her.

"You're a good girl, Bella," she said, resting her hand on my shoulder as she gave me a smile. "But enough of all this depressing talk. Let's go spend some of Emmett's money, shall we?"

EPOV

Tuesday Morning: The Airport

"If there's anything you've forgotten, I'll have it shipped out overnight."

"Whatever."

"I'll be flying out in a few weeks to see how you're settling in. If you're behaving, we'll see about getting you a new car."

"Wonderful."

"If I so much as get one phone call from Ruby about you screwing up—"

"Yeah, I know Carlisle. Fucking Marine Military Academy. Got it."

I wanted to punch him in his fucking face. Really. If I thought I could do it and get away with it, I would have done it last night when he kept interrupting me to see if I needed help.

"Right. Well, your grandmother should be there when you get off the plane. You won't be enrolled in school until Monday, so that should give you a few days to settle in."

"Fan-fucking-tastic."

"If… if there's anything you need, just call. I'll be transferring your weekly allowance to your account on Thursdays instead of Fridays."

"Great."

"Could you at least look at me when I'm talking to you, Edward? Have some respect."

"You want fucking respect? Then earn it, Carlisle. Man up and take care of your own shit."

"You've got a lot of nerve—"

"I know I'm a fuck up, Carlisle. I don't deny that and I don't pretend otherwise. I own what I am. I don't pretend to be something I'm not for the sake of a fucking reputation, or whatever the fuck it is you're doing."

"Right." I almost felt bad at the look on his face. He looked like someone had kicked him in the nuts or something. "Well, have a good flight. I'll see you in a few weeks." I snatched my carry on bag from his hands without another word before I stalked off towards the terminal. I knew I'd upset him and it probably wasn't the best fucking idea to leave things on these terms, but whatever. I meant what I said.

"Edward?" I rolled my eyes as I turned, a scowl on my face as I scanned the thickening crowd until I found him.

"What, Carlisle?"

He hesitated slightly. "Take care of yourself, Edward."

"I have been since I was six fucking years old," I responded coldly before I turned away from him once more. That was probably a low blow but it was the goddamned truth. Ever since the whore had run off, he'd completely immersed himself in his work. Sometimes I think he forgot he even had a kid, until I started fucking up. I made sure he couldn't forget.

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I was pretty sure Carlisle had played a sick fucking joke on me. I hated flying with a passion. When I was younger, I used to have panic attacks at even the thought of getting on an airplane. Generally though, as I'd gotten older, the fear had pretty much subsided. But fucking Carlisle. The flight from Chicago to Washington wasn't bad by any stretch of the imagination. There had been some hot ass flight attendants that had pretty much kept my attention for the duration of the flight and because I was properly entertained, the flight went by much quicker than anticipated.

But Fucking Carlisle! Seattle to Forks was, at the very least, a four hour car ride. Apparently, he'd thought I would prefer to make the trip as quickly as possible, so he'd booked me another flight from Seattle to Forks… on the tiniest fucking plane I'd ever seen.

I'd never thought I would be so happy to see fucking Forks, but as the plane touched down, I practically sprinted out of that bitch, my stomach still doing flip-flops from the ride. I barely made into the bathroom of the tiny airport before I completely lost my breakfast. He was definitely getting a kick in the fucking nuts the next time I saw him. Asshat.

I stumbled out of the bathroom, still feeling pretty nauseous when I saw the old bitch. I had to admit though; she looked nowhere near as old and wrinkled as I'd pictured her to look; I was still able to recognize her from my childhood visits. Lifting my bag a little higher on my shoulder, I made my way over to her, not bothering to wipe the scowl from my face.

I saw the way her fucking face lit up when she recognized me and it almost made me feel guilty for being so irritated with her. It wasn't her fault that Carlisle was a fuck up, but whatever. I still didn't smile. "Edward?" She asked.

I wanted to make a snide ass remark, but I didn't have the heart. Or I was still afraid I was going to puke if I opened my mouth. Whatever. Regardless, I just nodded dumbly at her.

"Well alright then," she said, her smile widening to the point where I thought her face would crack. "Let's go home then."