It is incredibly easier to update this story than my other two. Bad, eh?

So you guys had a lot to say from the last update, and I just want to say this... Chickward? Are you kidding me? *laughing* Wow. Cut the kid some slack, he's crushing on a girl when he just moved to Forks and she's got a lot of baggage and skeletons!

Anyway, every review was golden, pure gold, amazing. I think my favourite was when someone told me I was hated above the 10 mark. That was really good. Oh, and the ones that started with NOOOOOOOOOOO! Yeah...I loved it.

So...on to the chapter I am sure you all are waiting for. No EPOV. For awhile.

*sighs* Long fucking author's note...

After I could breathe right, I finally sat up from the porch, took a deep and need breath before going to get the girls. A teacher was standing outside with Melly, holding her hand and it looked like my little sister was crying. More tears, more pain I didn't want to see. I got her in the car without a word. The twins were ready and the babysitter tried to pry into what was wrong. I told her to fuck off. The girls were not welcome back.

Everything was falling apart – why didn't I stop them?

After an hour of Caitlyn being gone, I already realized what I'd done wrong and that there was only one way to fix this, even if I didn't want to consider it: report it.

I sat the girls in front of the TV and spread the twin's toys on the floor so they wouldn't be tempted from the room, before standing in the kitchen. I felt useless. Completely...useless.

There was only one option now besides sitting by the phone and waiting for Caitlyn to call; if she even did.

I dialled as quick as I could, messing up twice before my shaky hand could hit the right numbers.

"Hi."

I fiddled with my fingers before answering. "Edward, I need your help," I mumbled.

There was a pause. "Sure, what do you need?" he asked carefully.

I don't understand him, my mind sobbed. I don't get why he likes me – why he wants to be my friend. He's too nice. Too...wonderful. At the same time that I wanted to knock some sense into him, I also wanted to kiss him.

"I—I need your help. Damn it, Edward, you were right – I need help now. Do something, whatever you were going to do from the beginning, just help me and the girls now." Before I even got that far in my speech, I was struggling to sob the words out.

"Oh, um...okay, Bella, I'll be there in a minute, okay?" Edward asked. I sobbed once more and muttered an "okay" before hanging up.

What was he going to do? Would he know how to help me? I needed so much help now and I didn't realize till now how much I needed it. My parents were gone, abandoning me with three little girls and taking the oldest one, which I knew was horrible.

What was I doing?

I didn't even know anymore – I couldn't even think straight.

Leaning over the counter, I started crying harder. So hard, complete with sobs that almost reached screaming standards. I heard a little voice behind me, clearly more than terrified.

"What's wrong, Momma?" I turned around to look at Melly; she looked so scared.

"Nothing," I mumbled, harsher than I meant.

"Its okay," she squeaked. "All okay."

I don't know what happened. I don't know why I allowed myself to even break like this, but there wasn't any stopping it. "No everything is not okay, Melinda. You think everything is just going to be fine and dandy because your so young and you don't get what the bitter world is. So no, everything isn't going to be fine!" I shouted.

Yes. I shouted. Shouted at a four year old. Like a maniac, like a cold-hearted bitch. Just like my mother.

Without missing a beat, I grabbed the glass on the counter and threw it against the exposed wall, watching the glass shatter to the floor. I fell down onto the floor, curling into myself as Melly's screams and cries started up.

And just like that, I failed my second sister. What else could I screw up for the twins?

There was a knock on the door but I didn't get up from the floor. If it was Edward, hopefully he would just let himself in. The knocking continued, though, getting more impatient. I heard little footsteps and Melly's crying getting more distant. I glanced up from my arms to see she wasn't in the kitchen anymore, and I think I heard the click and slide of the deadbolt.

I put my head down before I could see anyone come around the corner, but I heard the heavy footsteps next to Melly's soft, little ones. Guilt started to wash over me. Why did I yell at my baby girl?

"Bella?"

I didn't move, only sniffled into my arms and bit my lip from the sobbing again. I wanted to stop this all, put an end to it for good and just try to be happy; I really wanted to be happy. But I knew I would permanently have four girls to shelter – even if no one gave me the go-ahead for having the parental rights to them, I still knew I would be taking them with me to college. Especially after this whole Florida thing.

"Melly, why don't you go play?" There was a pause and I heard a little sob. I also swear that I heard my own heart break. "Bella will be fine. She's just having a bad day."

A few seconds later there was a groan as Edward sat down beside me. He sighed before grabbing onto my arms and pulling them away. I still didn't look at him. Edward's hand let go of my arm and gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. I gave up averting my eyes and just stared at him; he looked worried. More worried than I'd ever seen him.

"What happened?" he finally asked.

To my surprise – and I think to his too – I replayed everything that happened in those last hours, from the phone call to the hit I took. How my parents even left for good. His eyes continued to stare at the side of my face, probably wear a bruise was forming nicely, while I repeated Charlie's words of "have a nice life." When I was done, everything was silent, like the words were smothering any thought.

"That's child abandonment," he finally said quietly. I couldn't pick the emotion. "We have to call the police."

"No! They'll take the girls way to a stupid foster home!"

"No they won't, Bella. You give them enough reason and you can have the rights. I...Googled...it." He looked down while a blush slowly spread on his face.

Googled it? "You Googled how I could get rights for the girls?" I asked. He nodded slowly, still not looking up. "Can you Google how I can get Caitlyn back?" I murmured, only half serious.

He shook his head, but I knew he wasn't actually answering my question. "I can't believe they just took her and left you here with Melly and the twins. That's so... so twisted." He sighed, like the situation was really tiring him out. "Let's call the police," Edward suggested, and looked at me for my own reaction.

I bit my lip. "What are they going to do?"

"I don't know, but can't we hope for the best?"

It took a few minutes for me to be able to breathe right and then another to stand; even longer to pick up the phone and dial. I dialled the local station where Charlie worked, wondering what their reaction would be. Everyone had to know he was gone – it wasn't a big place, and he couldn't just up and leave.

"Forks Police Station, how may I help you?"

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment. In a way I was glad Edward was making me do this, and the comfort he was giving me now by the closeness of his body to mine, helped in a way I wasn't sure I should welcome. Edward was holding me from behind and it gave an immense amount of comfort.

"This is Bella Swan. I'm, uh, I'm calling because my parents, um, abandoned me," I mumbled.

There was silence for a moment. "Swan? Charlie Swan's daughter?" the lady asked.

"Yes."

"Um, let me hook you up with an officer," she said distractedly. I guess no one expected this of Charlie, and they didn't even know the half of it. A few minutes later a new voice came on.

"Isabella?"

I swallowed hard, still incredibly nervous. "Yes?"

"Your parents didn't abandon you," the man said slowly. Who was he? Why did he think he knew everything all ready, before he even heard what I had to say? "They went on vacation to Florida, correct?" I started nodding before mumbling a yes. "Charlie took a three weeks leave for Florida with your mother. They didn't abandon you and your sisters."

I was silent while I tried to wrap my head around this. "What are you talking about? They said they wouldn't be back ever. 'Have a nice life', as Charlie put it! And they took Caitlyn! I thi...I know she's in danger!" I cried into the phone. "You have to do something."

There was an impatient sigh. "Listen Isabella, your father always said you overreacted to everything even though I liked to believe you were a good girl. They will be back in three weeks, they did not abandon you, okay?" He was getting annoyed how.

I was pissed. "Not okay! They're going to hurt her, do something to her – she needs to get back to Washington now! She needs to be safe. She—she needs to be with me!" Maybe about ready to scream right now.

"Oh, Isabella, I don't have time for this," the officer said. "I am going to go now, you continue for the next three weeks without your parents and all will be good when they get back. I talked to your father before he left; he predicted you would overreact."

I hung up. There was no way I wanted to argue with a police officer. I started to cry again, realizing every single plan was taking a trip to hell. The sobs were coming even harder now that I was hyperventilating. I've never cried so hard in my life.

Edward hung on to me, even when I tried to push him away and screamed at the top of my lungs. He told me to breath; I couldn't. He started walking us backwards and lead me for the stairs. I couldn't see anything past my blurry eyes. My head started to spin and my legs felt like jelly; my whole body ached. I think I even saw stars.

Is this a panic attack?

"Edward, no!" I pushed against him but he didn't falter.

"Bella, you need to rest or your going to lose it. Let me put you to bed now." He sounded so convincing.

"The girls..." I protested through a tight throat.

He shook his head. "I'll stay, watching them, whatever. Just please sleep. We can talk later."

It was like my body just gave out or shut down, like my body listened to Edward's commands. I felt his hands on me but I couldn't see where I was or why I was still trying to break through to fight him, until I just gave up and let him carry me up the stairs.

That was longer than I thought it would be, which is a good thing. Please be patient for the next chapter of this and also my other two stories because I'm writing two one-shots, one for HUSH HUSH and one for VAMPIRE ACADEMY.

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