A/N: Lil' Bit here ITS MY BIRTHDAY! REVIEW FOR MY B-DAY AND CHRISTMAS PRESENT!!!!! I'm just asking for a favor! If you have any suggestions or critiques for this story just tell me! I'll enjoy hearing from you! Thanks! And in all seriousness...I work really hard on this story and I would love it if you guess would review more often. I'm not updating until I get 20-25 reviews. Don't forget to guess the artist of the song title which this chapter is named after.

-Lil' Bit

Previously on Blue Moon:

"It all started when Renee…"

I took in a deep breath.

"…started going to palates." I laughed a sick, bitter laugh. "She met her instructor named Phil." I shook my head. "I don't blame her for having an affair with him…even though he was seven years younger. Things had been bad lately, really tough actually. Everyone was stressed.

"They had recently sent Kyle-you remember Kyle, right? My older brother? Well they sent him to a school for miss-behaved teenagers, so Renee got involved with the younger man and Charlie eventually found out."

I started choking up at this part, tears were still streaming down my face-pouring out of my eyes.

"Charlie was already bent out of shape, Grandpa Robert had just passed away so when he needed his family the most-they were gone.

"He walked in one afternoon, pretty early off of work and Renee was pretty late from palates-which really was just an excuse to bang Phil before Charlie got home-it carried out too late and Charlie walked in on them. Just like you with Reagan."

He cringed-but I couldn't stop I continued going.

"Charlie went ballistic he took his gun and shot Renee and Phil. With one bullet killing Phil in a instant, Renee was and still is in a coma-she's the one I always go to visit.

"I guess he was mad at Kyle for driving his wife to cheat-so I recently found out that Charlie went out there and k-" I chocked, he wasn't dead was he? "and killed…Kyle."

Edward looked at me with pity in his eyes.

"I came home late that night, I was working on a project with Angela and Ben.

"I walked up to my parents bedroom to see that bloody mess." a shiver ran down my spine. My eyes harden just as my heart did those few years ago.

"Charlie had escaped and is still out there. All that was left was a note." I finished the horrible ghost story with a nod and looked away.

"What did the note say?" curiosity leaked from his voice.

I tensed and a simple, "I'll show you later!" squeaked out.

"Jeez, I'm sorry Bells. I had no idea." some how his sorrow voice and reason had no affect.

It was out. This terrible, terrible secret of mine was out. Sure people knew they where dead and that it was Charlie's fault. But they didn't know the full story. Or how I felt when I saw Phil, eyes open, non-breathing, back hunched over Renee in mid thrust…blood everywhere.

And Renee, my mom. Breathing-barley. Heart beating painfully slow. Just as my own heart had stopped. Who could be as cruel as to kill someone they once loved?

Though I think a part inside of me knew, if Charlie ever came back, that I would forgive him.

I mean, isn't that what life is all about? Making mistakes, forgiving those mistakes and then going back to normal? A great family again?

How can it go back to normal if there is no family? They're all dead, remember?

My reasonable side argued. How could you forgive a monster? Someone that ruined everything? First with Kyle then Renee and then your life?

Okay! I get it. How is it possible to forgive the unforgivable?

I mean he scarred you! You'll never be the same! Your broken! Without hope. Al-

Okay that's enough! I honestly get it!

I was only making sure.

Whatever.

I was brought out of my reverie when Edward asked me a question. One I didn't particularly want to answer.

"So what has it been like? You know, without parents around?" I sighed.

"Okay, I guess, no one to tell me to do my homework." I love my lame excuses of jokes…Edward gave a pity laugh.

"Do you like being alone?" he seemed as though he was hesitant.

"I've gotten used to it…but yeah, I don't want to be alone forever. My house is too quiet and when ever I pass Renee and Charlies' bedroom up I think of them and it gets harder. Same with Kyle. Sometimes I'll just sit there and…and think."

"About what?"

"Everything. The life I had, the life I miss. And then I'll stare. At everything. Kyles bed. My parents bed-did you know that if you stare hard enough you can still see the blood stains? Sometime I stare until they morph into something else. Something happier. Like a scarlet butterfly. But when that happens it reminds me of this book I read in the 8th grade about adultery. "The Scarlet Letter" when I see morphed letters in the blood…it reminds me of the A. And I think about how ironic that is." I looked at him. "I'm sure you didn't want to hear this sob story." I looked at the ground suddenly interested in a beer bottle.

"Isabella! You're my BEST FRIEND(that's the hint of their relationship, for now and those that who wanted to know. Its kind of flirty.) this is important to you, and most definitely me." he sighed and took a deep breath in. "If we wanna make this work, you have to let me in, even though it hurts." he lifted my chin so my eyes met his. "Do you understand?"

"Shit! I don't understand anything! I don't understand why God chose me! Why he let all these bad things happen to me! Why my family fell. Why you left. None of it! Exactly nothing!" My breathing had picked up...and...wow...embarrassing. Like a vacuum cleaner.

"I did it to you too. Didn't I? By leaving I hurt you even more." He hung his head as I whispered;

"Yeah." I guess he was shocked or something that I would agree. Whatever.

I let out a shaky breath and couldn't help but laugh at Edwards face-he was gaping his mouth hung open! The laughing soon came to crying as I sat there my head in Edwards lap.

Edward drove me to his house that night. I tried to deject his invitation...but he went all, "No friend of mine is staying alone in some ratty old place...." blah blah blah. But by the time we already got there I was passed out. Apparently I feel asleep in Edwards room. Half of his family didnt believe that we only "SLEPT." As Emmett put it.

Do you think that if I had the chance to do anything to that crazy-assed sex god of a man that I would have?

You bet! I wouldn't be writing about it I would be going back for seconds....or thirds...or fourths...

Bad! Bad! BAD GIRL BELLA! You know what happens when you think like that! Okay just need to calm down...

"Bella, how can we believe that you and Edward didn't do anything-when he looks like that? I mean, look at that hair!" Emmett cracked out while pointing to Edwards infamous sex hair.

"Emmett, I hate to burst your bubble, but Edwards hair always looks like that." I stated running my hands through his soft and flawless hair.

"Hmm...that's true..." Emmett's eyes lit up, crap! That means hes thinking!

Which is never a good thing! Hurry Bella get out of there while you can!!!

Good idea!

I tried to back out nonchalantly before Emmett got out that brilliant thought of his-his brain usually has to process things, which usually takes awhile.

"Unless," Crap! Hurry find something shinny to distract him with! Fuck, too late. "Unless you guys go at it all the time!"

And right on cue, Rosalie raised her perfectly flawless model like hand and smacked Emmett in the back of his head.

"Ow! Rosy! What was that for?!" she smirked.

"What do you think? Its for being an idiot!" Me and Edward cracked up at that.

Emmett looked dumbfounded. "Oh."

He lowered his head and sulked. Rose whispered something in his year, which immediately made him happy-in more then one area if I may add. He dashed up the stairs Rose slowly walking up behind him.

"Men." Rose and I both said at the same time.

We laughed as Edward rolled his eyes.

I swear...what are cheesy happy endings for anyways? Am I right?

Wrong.

You see no matter what, there will never be a happy ending. No laughing or hugs or kisses or frolicking through freaking springtime freaking flowers for freaking me! Honestly, if there was ever a so called happy ending for me it better be served on a freaking silver platter for all the freaking shit I've been through. And I want it handed to me by Jesus Christ himself. (Cause hes amazing in EVERY single way! Happy B-day man!)

And thetas just the start of my list of demands...

A/N I thought this would be a good place to end this chapter. But I would like to rant a little bit if ya'll don't mind. I worked really hard and writing this chapter wasn't easy. I would really appreciate it if you guys would review me or criticise i don't really mind if which you choose. In an earlier chapter I mentioned that I wanted 15-20ish reviews well...I got 10...not what I wanted. This is my early Christmas present to you guys. Please review as my Christmas present. Lets aim for...20? Okay....that's only 10. So if everyone reviews each chapter...then we'll have a pretty close estimate of 20. Thanks guys and in case I don't update in a few days before Christmas or on Christmas I'm just going to go ahead and Wish you happy holidays...don't want to offend you if your Jewish or African American and celebrate Kwanzaa. Merry Christmas to all the Christians....and Jesus....hmmm.....and what ever Muslims celebrate...

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!

Oh..PS: Its my BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!! 14teen to be exact!

-Lil Bit.