Okay, the reviews were to the kick ass. A not-signed-in AliceMcCarty really made me LOL , but yeah, most of you did make me smile more than once. And Descartes1, I can't wait for Law and Order: LA either! :P

The last chapter was the shortest I've ever written for Resp. and yet I've gotten the most reviews on it than any other chapter. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

However...I think you guys are going to kill me in a heartbeat for this chapter... I started writing in EPOV but I just couldn't – I didn't know what to say... But something tells me this chapter will lead to a little EPOV. You better review for that shit!

Chapter Song: Massive Attack – Teardrop

I cannot let him do this, I cannot let him do this, I cannot let him to do this.

I watched as Edward walked away from the bench and toward the parking lot, while I remained where I was. He didn't want to hurt me – and I got that. I just didn't know what I was supposed to allow and not allow. What if he got the girls taken from me? Of course it wouldn't be on purpose or anything, but it would still hurt all the same.

When the final bell rang, I got up from the bench and started toward my car as I felt my phone vibrate. Not stopping, I bit my lip in a mix of wonder and worry.

"Hello?"

"Isabella? I've already picked up Caitlyn from school."

I stopped mid-stride. I didn't know which was more surprising, that she picked up Caitlyn or that she didn't kill two birds with one stone and didn't also grab Melly. "Um, why didn't you pick up Melly too?"

"I'm not taking your responsibilities, Bella, get off your lazy ass and do something for once!" Renee snapped. I exhaled slowly. She had to be drunk. "Besides, Melly's not coming with us."

Its like that first moment when you jump out of the pool and run straight into the hot tub, when your skin prickles and stings. Except this time, I felt in state of frozen. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

"Charlie and I are leaving with Caitlyn. She's at this ripe age, Isabella, that we missed with you."

Still, all I heard was "leaving" in my ears. "Where are you going with her? How long?" I demanded.

"We're headed across the country," she said dismissively, and I could practically see her waving her hand like she meant very little.

Already shaking my head with tears running down my face, I ran to my car as fast as I could. "When are you going to be back?" I practically screamed into the phone to her, but I didn't even care.

I would take a million hits before I let Charlie and Renee take Caitlyn across the US alone. Especially with talk about a "ripe age"... And I was seeing all the worst, visuals I never wanted to see again. There was no way.

"Probably in a year or two," she said casually. "Maybe even never."

My face paled before I threw my phone against the glass of the passenger's window and stepped on the gas.

I made it home in record time, forgetting all about Melly and the twins. They could wait for a few more minutes. My luck still pending, both vehicles were still parked in the driveway and Renee's car had the trunk open. It was filled with bags, including Caitlyn's little Barbie suitcase. My heart started to hurt all over again. This could not be happening.

Losing all care and the little respect I had for both Renee and Charlie, I pulled up on the grass of the front lawn and jumped out before the car was even fully parked.

I burst through the front door. Renee was pulling on Caitlyn's arm as she resisted, screaming and crying while her mother shouted and cursed at her. "What are you doing?" I screamed, a foot away from laying a hand on Renee – something I would never dream of doing.

But I was willing to break any rule if it meant the safety of the girls.

Something hit the right side of my face with such force, I thought my neck was in danger of breaking. Pain was there but was numb against the force of determination I felt inside. I didn't get the chance to catch myself from the sudden impact and I felt the tears overflowing promptly as I tried righted myself, the thrumming in the back of my head almost taking over my hearing.

Renee released Caitlyn, pushing her away, and striding over to Charlie. They were yelling but I couldn't make out the words.

Caitlyn launched herself at me on the floor, crying right in my face. Our tears mixed as I tried to hold onto her before she could be taken away from me.

"Don't let me go!" she was screaming, her arms tightly around my neck. I held her back, having no response.

With Renee and Charlie's attention diverted, I reached into my pocket and grabbed my cell phone. "Here, Caitlyn, take this," I whispered in her ear, gently pushing the phone into her pocket. "They're taking you away but I promise everything will be fine." How could I promise that? "Hide this were no one will find it – in a pillowcase, under a floor board. Just do anything so no one will find it." She nodded, still sobbing. I glanced over her shoulder where our parents were still deep in conversation.

"Caitlyn, if you get hurt, call me instantly – even if Renee is right beside you, call me!" I sobbed out the words. "Remember how I showed you the contacts? Call the 'Home' one or..." I took a deep breath to steady my voice as it rose with panic. "Call 'Edward's Cell', okay? Or even text him, remember how I showed you that?"

She nodded hastily, burying her face in my neck and my face in turn in her hair. "Am I gonna get hurt?" she whispered.

I hope not. "No, Caitlyn, you'll be fine, okay? I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too, Bella." She started sobbing louder again, not helping my own resolve to be strong.

"Caitlyn?" I asked, moving so she could look at me. Her brown eyes were red, her cheeks flushed, and she looked wounded. And I felt like I was about to step back and let her be hurt. "If you text Edward's number, always start them with 'I'm okay' even if your not. All right? Just so we know its you and not one of them. I want you to be safe."

"Then don't let me go!" she wailed.

I held her harder, savouring these last moments of time. What if I never saw her again? Why were they going to Florida? What was "ripe age" even supposed to mean? What if something bad happened to her? I had no right to neglect Renee and Charlie the right to take her away and leave us here – though it was child abandonment. Still, I couldn't run and hide her, tell them that they couldn't take her. The only way to make her stay was to call them out on abandoning, but yet, that opens doors to the authorities.

I just didn't want that.

"Tell me immediately if you get hurt and I will come get you, okay?"

"O—"

"That's enough!" Charlie decided, wrenching Caitlyn from her hold on me and throwing her over his shoulder. He started out the door with her as Renee started to trail behind.

Drawing in a deep breath, I stood up and stormed after them, pretending I wasn't suffering from intense pain.

"So your just going to abandon us?" I shouted, biting my lip as I watched Charlie forcibly shove Caitlyn in the car. Renee turned around, gazing at me for a second.

"There's only so much money in your bank, Isabella, enjoy it and spend it well," Charlie said flatly, lacking the care in his voice that I thought a father was supposed to have. "You may want to get a job to pay bills and be able to live. Have a great life."

I watched from the front porch as they drove away, and in the back I could see Caitlyn sobbing. I don't know how many times I've comforted her when she was upset and told her that everything was fine. That I would take care of her no matter what and that she was safe as long as she was with me. And yet here I was, breaking everything I told her.

Just like that they were gone and the sounds of the tires on the road were fading away.

I feel back onto the steps, wondering what I was going to do if I never saw her again.

EPOV

I've never really liked kids; they need so much attention that I don't know how parents can stand the screaming, the whining, the crying. You must be pretty damn professional to be able to respond to kids so well. And even Bella does an amazing job.

Personally, I don't get it. How does she not break down? How doesn't she just lash out? I would have been dead from day one while Bella kept going day and night. How? Did she drink like a lot of Red Bull? You would have thought that all the kids in Forks did this because by looking at her you would have never known the stress she felt, but I knew it was abnormal.

Bella was like Superwoman.

Superwoman with a problem.

My fingers thrummed against the steering wheel as I waited for Alice and Jasper. Stupid idiots made me drive them today because they were too lazy. Waiting, my mind went back to Bella and the issues. Maybe if I talked to Carlisle about this situation he would know what to do. But I knew Bella would kill me if I told someone everything, so I really knew I was screwed when it came to helping her and the girls.

Bella's car swung out of the parking lot at a speed I've never seen her go and it looked like she was talking on her phone.

I rolled my eyes. Bad decisions.

Something about the look on her face was contorted, not the usual distant happy I've always seen her in. She looked angry. A few times in the past weeks I've seen her in the little angry state, but not like now – she looked murderous. Maybe it was my growing curiosity with how she handled all this, or the fact that I was slowly starting to...like kids. The latter was a little crazy but still.

Or maybe I was sitting down the street because I liked Bella.

Yeah. That was definitely it.

I could just see her house past the trees. I don't know it was just some stupid instinct or something, but I could almost feel that there was something wrong. I quickly texted my sister to say I wouldn't be giving her a lift home before settling back.

I wasn't a stalker – and that certainly didn't change sense moving to Forks. No, I think I just became possessive. Possessive of things I cared about, and Bella just seemed to conveniently fall into said category.

After about ten minutes and deciding I really needed to find a new hobby here in Forks before I was labelled as a A-class stalker, I was about to pull away when I heard a commotion. It looked like this big guy was pushing a child – little Melly perhaps – into the car, and there was a woman. It looked like Bella's mom from that day I saw her at school. I didn't see Bella at all but there was a lot of yelling toward the house – she had to be there.

"What the fuck?" I muttered, when my phone started ringing. I was ready to start chewing someone out on the phone. "Hello?" I snapped.

"Where are you, kid?"

I rubbed a hand over my face, fighting the words of, I'm just practicing my stalking skills with Bella, watching her house and her abusive parents. What's up? "I'm at Bella's," I replied shortly.

"Ooh la la, Edward. What you guys doing?" he asked, the smile evident in his voice.

"Studying," I said the first thing that came to mind. "What do you want, anyway?"

"Ali wants Bella and the girls over," he sighed, like he was being tricked into asking this. He did sound less than amused. "Think you can make that happen, lover boy?"

I exhaled, more annoyed than anything. "Go to hell," I spat, then complied. "But I'll ask." I flipped my phone closed as I saw the car pull out and drive away.

Should I go? I wondered. It looked like quite the scene to unfold. Yeah, Bella probably didn't want me to get involved like this anyway; she was still resisting help too, so I doubted this would really please her.

Despite my curiosity, I started the Volvo and turned around to head home.

Okay, it was extremely difficult to write EPOV. 300 words in I almost deleted it.

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