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So, I know I say this a lot, but you guys really do rock.

So I wrote a really… different one shot that I think all of you should check out! It's called Sex on Friday.

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HazelEyedHarlot- haha, "So gram gram likes her some Eddie? Who can blame her? Its Edward Freaking Cullen. I'm pretty sure my granny wouldn't mind a piece of pie if ya know what I'm sayin." That made me laugh so hard!

AKSimons- her worst boyfriend became a Wicca and I feel for her (however, if anyone reading this is a Wicca, I mean no offense.)

Kiki- for reviewing twice xD and for having my cat's name haha.

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I smiled sheepishly at him and he opened the door. This would be the perfect night, I was so excited! I looked at Edward, but he caught me staring and I looked away to see…

I blinked when I saw my grandma standing in the doorway. She looked directly at Edward, smiling.

"How are you doing?" she asked him.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion and in obvious irritation at the distraction.

"Hi," I said. She ignored me. Why was my grandma so obsessed with Edward?

His phone rang. He ignored it, instead looking ahead of him.

I answered for him since he was so occupied with staring down my grandma.

"Mr. Cullen," she said, rushed. "Sheila is Betty. Betty Swan died years ago."

Currently on silence-

My eyes widened. I looked at the alleged stranger in front of me and gasped.

Why was she here? What did she want with Edward and I? How come Charlie hadn't said anything at the trial?

"R-repeat that, please," I said then pressed the phone to Edward's ear.

His eyes widened as he heard the same thing that I did, looking at 'Sheila' in shock. His hand flew to the phone. "Then who the hell is Sheila."

The woman in front of me smiled at Edward, reaching out to close the phone before he could make out her response.

"Oh, Edward. You do remember me," she said, looking at him. Her eyes took on a glint and she looked at Edward with what, at first glance, appeared to be a warm smile, but was sadistic if you looked deep enough.

He looked confused. "What the hell? I don't have a clue who you are, and if you don't leave, I'm calling the cops," he said, but he was afraid. His eyes were wide and his hands were fisted, leaning back- his stance for when he was afraid of something.

She looked angry. "What are you talking about?" she came in and shut the door, taking creepy care to lock it. "Don't you remember all the fun times we had? How when you were a kid, you'd cry about your parents and I'd comfort you? Edward, everything I did was for you!"

He backed away. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

"They were so bad to you- your parents were. I took away the problem… I took you away. I brought you to safety, and then they," she paused. "just took you back and left me with nothing. They put a restraining order on me… I was trying to save you! But now we can be happy. I can take care of you now like I've always wanted to. Inside, you're still four." She brows furrowed and she smiled at him. "I can still fix you." He flinched away from her.

His eyes widened. "I-I have no clue what you're saying. I've never met you, I don't want you here," he said with finality.

She gasped. "How can you not remember? We were so happy- you liked being my son. Don't you remember? All of those times I'd take you to my house and you'd play son like a good little boy," she said, almost to herself.

Edward froze, his wide eyes staring off into the distance. "Oh my God… Shelly… what the hell are you doing here?" he said, obviously recognizing her.

She blinked. "Edward… I'm here so that we can have a happy life as mother and son," she said.

Edward started shaking. "They had a restraining order on you. I want you to leave and never come back," he said, but his voice was shaky.

"How had I not remembered you earlier?" he said, almost to himself.

She shrugged. "I'm not leaving now, and I don't know, you had things going on." She touched his cheek and he flinched. "Poor boy…" She shook her head.

Edward looked fearful.

I didn't know what this bitch had done, but she scared Edward, and that was enough to get me angry.

Without thinking a second thought, I brought my fist back and, with all the strength I could muster, socked her in the face.

I immediately shut my eyes and held my hand to my chest, feeling the pain, but it was worth it when I opened my eyes to see Sheila on the floor.

Edward backed into the counter and I looked at him, afraid my actions were wrong.

He just stared at her, unable to collect himself.

Soon, tears came to his eyes and he fled upstairs.

And then there were two.

One unconscious, and the other without an idea of what to do.

She didn't look like she weighed a lot…

Carefully, I dragged her out to the bed of my truck and put her in the back.

I drove to a secluded spot about 40 miles from the house and put her on the grass.

Yeah, that works…

I drove back home.

I was about to go up and check on Edward when I heard his phone ring.

I checked the caller ID.

It said Nessie.

What the hell? Was he calling cheap sluts behind my back?

I picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked, annoyed at this bitch.

"Wait, you aren't Eddie?" came a child's voice that confused me.

Nessie… Renesmee…

Oh…

"Oh, hey, Renesmee, ah… Edward's sleeping right now, but I have a little question for you…" I asked her.

"Oh! What is it! I wanna answer!" she said eagerly.

I smiled, but how could you not?

"Have your parents ever talked about a Sheila Ordellus?" I asked, wondering if I could find out anything from her.

She gasped. "Ooh… you said a bad word! Mommy says that she isn't good and if she ever talks to me, I'm supposed to kick her and run away!" she said, sounding completely sure of that fact.

I blinked. "Did she ever tell you why?" I asked

She sighed. "Not really… she just said that she ruined the life of somebody she loved a ton and she didn't want it to happen to me, too!" she said, sure of herself.

"Thanks, Renesmee," I said, afraid to pump her for anymore information.

"Yup!" she popped the p and giggled.

After we were finished with our conversation, she hung up, saying that her parents were calling her for a snack.

I walked upstairs to my next obligation: Edward. He must be feeling so distraught right now, and I needed to calm him.

I saw him lying face down on the bed, making noises of confusion.

I sat next to him, he shivered but didn't make a move to look at me.

I leaned down to kiss his temple gently and smooth out his hair.

"I just talked to Renesmee," I said, trying to capture his interest.

He didn't look enthralled. He didn't even look like he cared. I pursed my lips.

"She told me that her parents told her to never come in contact with Sheila because she hurt someone that they loved a ton. Edward… I don't think they disowned you for money. According to Renesmee, they loved you," I said, hoping I'd get him there.

That captured his interest. He blinked, slowly sitting up.

"What… no. That isn't possible, Bella… they told me that-" he started to say.

I cut him off. "And what makes you believe them? Think about it. No one wants to be where they aren't wanted and if they'd told you they loved you, you'd have left kicking and screaming," I tried to explain.

His brows furrowed. "But why did they do that then? Why would they disown me? And what does Sheila have to do with it?"

I sighed, scooting closer. "I think that Sheila was like… stalking you, and got too close, and… and they disowned you," I said, voicing what I was thinking.

He looked bewildered. "But why didn't they just give me up for adoption?" he said quietly.

Now that I didn't know. "I… I don't know." I paused. "But I want to find out," I said.

He narrowed his eyes. And then I thought that maybe I was saying the wrong thing.

"Well, I've wanted to know why they didn't want to give me money or love for almost half of my life, Bella… I want to know too, but I honestly think there is no possible way to find out. I have no clue where they live, or anything like that. They don't want me, Bella. They never did, no matter why they disowned me, they didn't want me. And that's the bottom line. I can dream of knowing, and can dream of seeing them, but I got over that shit a long time ago, and I refuse to go back to that place of thinking that every damn person I see is going to act like they do! I- I'm tired of thinking like that! And I don't want to be reminded of the fact that I wasn't good enough to be their child just by seeing them!" he stuttered his way through that and my eyes widened.

I had no clue that he felt that way about it. How could he ever think he wasn't good enough?

His tear stained cheeks shook, but I didn't say a word. Nothing I could say right now would be right… he wouldn't listen to me.

And since it probably wouldn't feel the same for me to be holding him, I tucked myself underneath his arm and held him as tightly as I could.

I hoped it made him feel as good as it always made me feel. I didn't think it did, but he eventually calmed himself down.

BASBASBASBAS

"You what?" she screamed into the phone. She sounded very amused. I blushed.

I groaned. "It isn't a big deal… she'll get out. Eventually," I muttered.

She laughed and I cut her off, telling her it wasn't funny. So Edward was upstairs still, and I was trying to fix it.

I mean, just because he didn't want to find out what happened doesn't mean I don't want to… besides, if it's something good then I could tell him and it'd all be okay.

"So I have something to ask you. Actually, it was the main reason I called until it spilled out that I left a stalker slash grandma impersonator in the middle of the woods," I said.

She snorted. "Okay, tell me, Bella," she said jokingly.

I rolled my eyes, but then became serious. "I want to know more about Edward's parents," I said.

A pause.

"What about them?" she asked, sounding shocked. I could understand that, though. She wouldn't have a clue why I'd be inferring to Edward's parents.

"Why they disowned him?" I asked. Hell, I didn't know if she knew.

"Oh," she said, surprised. "Well… because of the money," she said. "But you knew that," she accused. "Why are you asking if you already know?" she asked suspiciously.

"Not necessarily," I offered.

"What? I don't understand…" she said.

I shook my head. "No, no… Alice, they didn't disown Renesmee. Why him?" I asked.

Another pause. "Who's Renesmee?" she finally asked.

Shit. I forgot she didn't know. "Never mind that, Al." I said, trying to pass it off as nothing. Gosh, I was such a spaz! And a dork. Of course she wouldn't have known.

"No, now you have to tell me!" she said, wanting to know what happened.

Distraction… distraction… distraction… oh!

"So how's Jasper?" I asked.

She sighed. "Oh, he's been amazing… the perfect boyfriend! Oh my gosh, yesterday we went to see Whip It and-" she continued talking even though I stopped listening.

I was damn good at this whole distraction thing.

BASBASBASBAS

Damn… I was starting to think that I might never figure this out. Sure, I'd only been focused on it for about an hour, but I was thinking Alice would know! I thought she'd know because she was Edward's sister and- oh.

Wait… there was a difference between disowning and adoption.

In adoption, you gave your baby up, just like that. There was an option for open adoption and sometimes, the child could go back to his or her parents.

But in disowning, you extricated them from your life completely, no record of them ever being yours. So when you disowned someone, where did they go?

Instead of putting them into an adoption agency, didn't you pick out a family if that person was under 18? Yeah… so the Masen's specifically chose the Cullen's.

And that meant that if anyone knew the real reason behind why Edward was disowned, it would be Carlisle or Esme.

But Esme would be too emotional to tell me, probably thinking that Edward wanted his real parents more.

Clearly, I had to ask Carlisle.

But how? Was I just supposed to call him and say, 'oh, so how did Edward's parents find you'?

Because not only would that be unexpected but he might take it the wrong way.

But I really wanted to know… what if Edward didn't have to live with all that pain?

I thought about it for a little while, and then figured that Edward being happier was more important than embarrassing myself.

I dialed.

Three rings.

"Hello?" I heard his English voice.

"H-hey, Carlisle?" I asked, and it sounded like a nervous question. Gosh I was such a dork…

"Oh, hello, Isabella. Is everything alright?" he asked.

I coughed a nervous cough. "Yes, actually, no… I… I wanted to ask you something… about the Masens?" I said, spitting the last part out as quickly as I could manage.

He sighed, but I could hear the smile in it. I smiled in relief- Carlisle was a good choice.

"I always knew this would come… but I always thought Edward would be the one asking?" he questioned.

"Oh, Carlisle, I know I'm imposing, but Edward has been so upset lately… and I just figured out today that everything that's happened haunts him every day… I wanted to know what really happened so that I could make him happier and I'm sorry… I just feel like it wasn't about the money."

Silence.

"It isn't the reason," he said after a while. "But I had no clue Edward felt that way… even at the age of 8, he never even let on that he was upset about it…" he said, sounding shocked.

Maybe this was wrong. I had alerted nearly all of Edward's family about his inner pain and feelings. That was wrong of me… but I only wanted to help him, maybe I could harsh it down a little though.

"And, don't take me wrong, Carlisle, he loves you and your whole family, but this is eating at him," I said.

A pause, and then I asked again.

"So why did it happen?" I asked.

More silence.

"Bella, I don't want-" he started.

"Look, Carlisle, from the very moment I met Edward, my life, well. It sucked. But a couple months ago, he, with your gracious help, saved me from death. And I want to do the same thing. Of course I know he isn't going to die, but he's upset, and I owe it to him to figure out the truth, and I swear to God that if you don't tell me, I'll go and find the Masens myself and figure it out. I want nothing more than for him to be happy. He reshaped my life, Carlisle… I need to help him in any way I can- in this way," I said, suddenly confident.

I heard him gasp. "Bella… I didn't know you were that… serious about him. You have no idea how much that means to us," he said. "Edward needs someone like you."

I smiled slightly and ran my fingers through my hair. It was the first time in my life that I was told I was worthy of something- someone- so amazing.

"But Bella, I signed a closed contract. I can't tell you anything. The only way you can do this is with the Masens' full permission," he said, almost sounding like he wanted to tell me, but trying to convince himself that he shouldn't.

I blinked. "What are you saying?" I asked. Getting the Masens' full permission would entail…

He sighed again. "You'll have to ask them," he said, and I knew by the tone of his voice that he thought I wouldn't be able to do it.

I gasped, what? Could I even do that? Did I have the courage to face the people that got rid of the most important person in my life?

But Edward meant the world to me. I'd do anything for him. I'd face an army of wild animals for him. I'd face his parents for him. I don't know… my gut was just telling me that this whole situation smelled fishy.

"Yes," I said after a while, confident in my new decision.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Yes. What's their address?"

Now that's what I call devotion!

Those of you who follow me on twitter know where I was, the rest of you didn't have a clue haha.

But I had a reason!

MWC- Ok, it was like: scary then sad then sweet... I LOVE it! Bella is so devoted... and I love how she dropped Stalker Dearest in the middle of the woods! HILARIOUS!

Chapter question- HAS ANYONE ELSE EVER LAID OUT IN THE SUN TOO LONG AND HAD A TAN ON ONLY ONE SIDE OF YOUR BODY, ONLY A WEEK BEFORE SOMETHING IMPORTANT? Yeah, I'm stupid.

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