Violetta

I knew I shouldn't have played that song. Why did I listen to Edward? He didn't need to know that at all. It was all about my mental illness, all about being lonely because he left me. He doesn't deserve to feel guilty over it just because I've always been a "daddy's little girl" even when I didn't have my daddy for decades.

We all sat in silence and tried to listen to their conversation. Bella said we shouldn't, but I was going to no matter what they said, so the others stayed silent too.

"Carlisle, please say something." Esme said.

There was silence.

"Look Carlisle, she didn't—"

"Don't tell me she didn't mean it. Of course she meant it. I am a terrible father. I never should have left her." He cut her off.

"You were trying to keep her safe."

"It didn't work."

"But you tried. If they wanted her that bad, then they would have gotten her whether she was with you or not."

"This isn't just about the Volturi, Esme! It's about her whole fucking life!"

"Don't raise your voice at me." Esme said calmly. "Carlisle, what happened is in the past. You can either sort it all out with her, or you can run from it. You can talk to her, or you can ignore her. That's your decision to make, but don't ever go around saying that everything that happened to her was your fault, because being someone who has a mental illness, that doesn't help. She knows it isn't your fault, and you need to believe her or she is going to feel even worse."

"Esme I can't do this."

"Do what?"

"Be the father she needs."

"Carlisle, you are the father everyone needs. I wish my father was as nice to me as you are with our children."

"I have a shift…" What a prime way to get away from that argument.

"I thought you took time off."

"I did. Today is my first day back."

"Fine."

I heard footsteps, and then I heard someone exit their room. I started playing again. A classical piece, so I didn't have to sing. Esme was in the living room a second later, and the water started running upstairs.

After a few minutes, Carlisle walked down the stairs quickly. He didn't look into the living room or kiss Esme. He walked right out the front door as quick as he could.

I dropped the fall board over the keys and walked out the back door quickly.

"Vi!" Jasper tried to stop me. I kept going. I ran into the trees. The Volturi had been out here the other day, and I didn't even feel afraid at this moment. I kept running until I reached a cliff face. Water crashed against the rock at the bottom. I sunk to the ground and tears that I was desperately trying to hold back escaped my eyes. I was crying too much lately.

Why couldn't I do anything right? Why did I always have to upset the people around me?

I cried for a while before I pulled myself together. I took a few deep breaths and stood up. I walked back to the house as a causal speed, in no real hurry to see anyone. When I stepped out of the tree line, Jasper, Alice and Esme were on the back porch.

"We were discussing whether to go find you or not. You were out a long time." Jasper said once I reached the steps.

I nodded, "I needed to clear my head."

"It didn't work very well…" Edward said. He was standing in the doorway, Bella at his side as always.

I caught a glimpse of Bella's still burnt hand. It always went away on my skin, why not hers? That's when I remembered.

Of course. I thought it had just been a coincidence, but no, it was another gift I possessed. Healing abilities. I remembered healing the small girl who had once been in a foster home with me. She had a cut on her face, and it healed slowly but noticeably after I touched it.

I walked over to Bella and took her hand. She looked at me with a startled look. I pressed my hand the burn mark. It completely lined up. I closed my eyes and took a breath, holding it there for a few seconds. Then I let go and stepped back.

"What was that?" Bella asked.

I glanced at Edward; he was standing with his mouth open in shock. "Keep an eye on it over the next hour." He instructed.

Bella nodded, "Okay…"

They stepped back inside and motioned for us to come back inside. I walked in, followed by Jasper, Alice and Esme.

Rosalie was by Emmett's side, still. She looked up and smiled at me as I walked in.

"Can I ask you something?" I said to her.

Edward sat down and stared at Rosalie as I contemplated how to ask.

"Why have you not left Emmett's side once since I've been here?"

"I've been meaning to ask the same thing." Esme said.

Rosalie and Emmett looked at each other before she cleared her throat, "I've always wanted my own children…"

"So me being here, with Carlisle, is making you feel uneasy or upset?"

"Violetta, I think we've already established that we aren't letting you leave." Edward said.

"If it's the right thing to do, then you won't be able to stop me." I said. Renesmee walked through the front door with the 3 wolves behind her. Always at inconvenient times.

They saw that there was a serious conversation happening, so they sat down silently.

"You are not going anywhere." Edward said.

"Huh! You sound like Caius…" I said. It was harsh, but I went there.

"Ouch." He said.

"That was low." Emmett said quietly.

"That was not very nice, but it was the truth, and I speak the truth." I said.

Edward snickered, "Yeah, okay."

"So, Rosalie, am I making you uneasy or upset?"

"No." She shook her head. "Your presence is rather comforting, actually."

"I don't follow you."

"You are a permanent child." She smirked.

"I'm not a child."

"You look like one." Emmett pointed out.

"Looks can be deceiving…" I tried to hide my smile.

Rosalie laughed. "You know what would help me?"

"What?" I asked.

"If you played me another song."

I shook my head, "I'm not upsetting anyone else with my work."

"Please?" She asked.

I shook my head, "Nope. Sorry." I said as I walked away.

I went up to my room and got my notebook out from my bag. I went to Carlisle's study and sat down at the desk. I stole a pen and stared at the paper. Esme appeared in the doorway.

"Whatcha doing?" She asked as she walked over to the desk. She looked at the blank paper.

"I'm writing a song."

"It's for Carlisle, isn't it?"

I nodded.

I could hear the smile in her voice. "That's sweet."

I tapped the pen on the page as I thought about it. It came to me all at once. I wrote it all down quickly and I sat back as I read through it twice, making alterations.

I placed the pieces of paper down on the desk and looked at Esme who was now sitting in a seat across the desk.

"Can I read it?" She asked.

I handed it to her, and she read quickly. When she finished, she put in down on the desk and stared at me. "That is beautiful. How did you get that so quickly?"

"I was thinking about it when I was on the cliff."

"You were on the cliff?" Her eyes narrowed. "Why were you on the cliff?"

"It was beautiful. Should I not be on the cliff?" I realised why she was so worried after I asked that. "Oh, no Esme, I wouldn't do that to you, or Carlisle. I would talk about it before acting on it. Trust me."

She nodded, "Okay."

I stood up, "I've got to sort out notes for it before he comes home."

Esme smiled and stood up, walking out behind me.

I walked down the staircase quickly; I was sort of excited to see his reaction. Would he feel better or worse? I felt a smile on my face as I skipped over to Edward's piano.

"Mind if I use it?" I asked him.

"It's there for a reason." He smiled.

"Thanks." I sat down and lay the lyrics on the music rack. I sat the pen beside them and hummed the words, playing different keys to see which sounded the best.

It took me an hour, but I finished writing it. Now I would practise so I wouldn't mess it up when he returned.

The others sat in silence on the couches, listening.

"That is so beautiful." Rosalie said, "It's for Carlisle, right?"

"No, I have a sugar daddy." I rolled my eyes, "Yes, it's for Carlisle."

They all laughed and quietened down when they heard the tyres roll into the garage.