Violetta

I woke up earlier than usual this morning, and I felt completely fine, mentally anyway. I had a hangover, but Carlisle and Esme were not to know. Carlisle didn't want me drinking, but Jasper let me have a few under his supervision, but it wasn't long before he was too drunk to know how many I had. Edward was keeping a very close eye on me, but even he had a bit too much.

I got up and had a quick shower, remembering that Mason had stayed over. I got changed into something casual but still flattering. Alice had brought a few outfits for me when she went to Seattle the other day.

I actually felt like eating. I hadn't been in a mood this good for years and I don't remember the last time I actually felt hungry, or just felt like eating. I walked down the staircase and noticed sort of a happy bounce in my walk. I tried to tone it down a bit, and I had a pretty big headache. I'll drink water next time.

Renesmee was lying face down in a pillow on the couch. The wolves looked just as hung over as she did.

"Morning everyone." I greeted as I walked in.

"Hi…" Esme said with a shocked tone. She didn't expect this kind of mood. I was always grouchy and unfriendly in the morning. "I trust you slept well?" She asked.

"Very." I nodded.

A small spread across her face. She looked over at Rosalie.

"What a personality change. It must be the imprint." She said.

I ignored here comment and went to the kitchen. I drank a glass of water and Carlisle was sitting beside Esme when I returned. I walked up behind him and kissed his cheek, "Morning daddy."

He looked at me suspiciously, "Good morning…"

"She slept well." Esme said quietly to him as I sat down beside Mason. He smiled when I sat.

"Letty, are you okay?" Carlisle asked.

"I'm fine, why?"

"Your all bouncy like Alice normally is, and you kissed my cheek and called me daddy." He looked at his watch, "You're out of bed before 8 am…"

I rolled my eyes, "I'm just in a good mood."

There was a few seconds on silence while he stared at me. "…You drank last night."

"No I—"

"Don't lie to me."

"How the hell do you do that!?" I asked.

"I asked you not to drink Violetta."

"Edward and Jasper were watching me."

"They drank too much too."

"Okay, I'm sorry."

"Don't let it happen again." He said.

"Carlisle." Esme hushed, "She's in a better mood than normal."

"Surprising results, but I still don't want her to take the chance."

"What chance?" I asked.

"Alcohol sometimes affects mental illnesses in negative ways…" Esme said.

"That is what it's about? Don't worry, dad. I don't have a mental illness." Warning was in my voice. Mason was listening. I tried pleading with my eyes for him to drop the topic, but he ignored it.

"That's debatable." Edward said quietly.

"Stay out of my head."

"It's difficult. It's screaming at me in pain right now." He smirked, "That's one hell of a headache you got."

"That's what drinking does." I nodded. "And your voice isn't making it any better."

"Oh, burn dude." Emmett smirked at him.

The throbbing in my head was more noticeable now that he had brought it up. I massaged my temples with my fingers. "Does aspirin work on us?" I asked Renesmee.

She lifted her head from the pillow it was still buried in. "No, unfortunately." She dropped it again.

I smirked "You had less than I did."

"Never again." Her voice was muffled by the pillow.

"Good. Maybe you'll learn your lesson this time around." Edward said.

"I drank less than you did!" She said to him, lifting her body up.

"I don't get headaches." He said.

"You have an unfair advantage."

Edward laughed.

I stood up and looked at Mason, "Walk with me?"

He stood up willingly and left the house a step behind me.

We walked along the river. I stared at the water as he stared at me. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you're beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people."

I felt my cheeks flush as I looked at the water again. "Look, Mason." I stopped walking and he stood in front of me. "Yes?" He asked.

"My parents are right, I'm not mentally healthy."

"So?" He asked.

"So you can't be around me."

"Didn't Renesmee explain this whole imprinting thing to you? It's impossible for me to stay away from you."

"I can't allow you to deal with me and my insecurities. I don't want to burden you."

"You're not. Violetta, you are my life now. We're soul mates; I'm here to be with you."

"I might not always be here." I motioned to our surroundings.

"I'll follow you, Vi. Anywhere."

"No, Mason. You need to stay with your family."

"And you need to stay with yours, but that's not what you're thinking of doing, is it?"

"Well, I've tried twice, but they keep stopping me before I get out of Forks." I rolled my eyes.

"That's because they love you."

"I hurt them. I have to leave before I hurt anyone else."

"You hurt them?" He asked out of curiosity.

"I burnt Bella. I have a dangerous gift, Mason. You saw it with the Volturi. That was me that made them all collapse in pain. I accidently did it to Esme, and not so accidently to Edward…"

He smirked, "I can't choose who I imprint on, and I can't change it. Even if I could, that wouldn't scare me away, Vi."

"Mason—"

"No."

"Please don't do this to yourself."

"You don't do this to yourself. I'm not going anywhere Violetta, at least not until you do."

I couldn't help myself. I stepped forwards, my whole body giving in even though my brain screamed for it to stop. My lips crashed against his, and he kissed me back willingly.

We parted slowly. I was cherishing what had just happened, but also trying to get a hold of myself. I've known him for not even 24 hours, it was only morning, the day after the night I met him. Did imprinting just speed everything up?

"Well, that isn't exactly how I expected this little argument to end…"

"Our first argument." I joked, "No, I'm sorry." I stepped backwards, embarrassed.

"Don't be. Please, my god, don't be." He stepped forwards, closing the gap between us again.

"You don't have to stay." I whispered to him as he traced my lips with his finger gently.

"You're sending me mixed signals…" He smirked.

I smiled, his smirk was so satisfying. His laugh was too. Everything about him was.

"I want to stay." He added.

I threw my arms around his neck, "You don't know how long I have waited for someone like you. Actually, no, just you."

I could hear the smirk in his voice, "I'm flattered."

I pulled away. "Dad is probably worried sick about where we went off to."

"Shall we return then?"

I nodded and he took my hand. It was warm, like all of the wolves, but it just felt different. It's like our hands fit together perfectly. We walked back slowly, in no rush to be with the others.

When we eventually reached the house, it was silent.

"Are they even here?" He asked as we walked through the back door.

"Yes!" Emmett called.

We walked into the living room. Our hands were still linked and Carlisle's eyes went straight to them. A very quiet growl escaped his mouth.

"Why is it so quiet?" I asked, ignoring his unusual hostility.

"Renesmee yelled at us." Jasper said quietly.

"Urgh, fine, be as loud as you want. Jake, reservation."

He stood up. "You guys want to come?"

Leah and Seth stood up. Mason looked at me.

Carlisle growled again, quieter than the first time.

"I think you should go too…" I said to him while my eyes were on Carlisle.

"I'll see you later…" He said as he parted from my side.

I nodded and they left quickly.

"It's getting tense in there…" I heard Jacob say as they left.

"Apparently grandpa is overly protective…" Renesmee said.

I moved my eyes back to Carlisle. He was looking at me, but looked back down to his book.

"Just say it." I said.

He looked back up to me, "Say what?"

"Everything I have done today that has disappointed you."

"I have nothing to say." He shook his head.

I rolled my eyes. Anger sparked inside of me. I couldn't make Mason leave his family could I? I considered this for a few seconds.

"No, you couldn't." Edward said.

"He seemed pretty casual about it." I said.

"That's what you were talking about with him? Leaving?"

"No." My mind immediately reviewed our conversation.

"I'm glad you can admit that you're mentally unstable." He said. "But you didn't really think he would leave just because of that, did you?"

"Stop." I said quietly.

Carlisle closed his book and placed in on the table. "What is making you so inclined to leave?"

I didn't reply.

"Edward?" Esme asked quietly.

"She doesn't want to burden us. She doesn't want to hurt anyone else. She doesn't want to get attached to Mason only to have him leave. She doesn't want either of you to have to deal with her on her bad days. She hates herself and doesn't want to bring us down—"

"Stop!" I exclaimed.

Carlisle was pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is harder than I thought it was going to be."

"And it's going to continue to get harder for you. I need to leave."

"You're not going anywhere Violetta!" He raised his voice. I flinched, that was never followed by anything good.

"I'm a—"

"No!"

"I'm a grenade, Carlisle! One day I'm going to explode and I don't want any of you there when it happens!" I yelled too. It was unusual, I never yelled in the past, because it was always followed by a slap or punch. I became scared of what would happen now. I took a subtle half a step backwards.

"He isn't going to hit you, Vi." Edward said quietly.

Carlisle was speechless. Because of my words and Edwards. Esme closed her eyes and looked down. She knew how it felt, right?

"Yes, Esme does." Edward said. She lifted her head again, looking at him and then me.

"Can you just shut up?" I asked aggressively.

"Violetta, no one here is ever going to hurt you." Carlisle said quietly.

I took a few steps backwards and whirred around. I ran out the back door and through the trees. I stopped when I reached the river and sat down, staring at the water.

"Violetta?" Carlisle's voice was soft. I had been here for hours, and he finally came looking. I heard his footsteps approach, and he sat down beside me.

"You've been coming out here a lot. It was all too easy to track you to this very spot."

I didn't say anything, and my eyes didn't move from the water.

"What did you mean by 'I'm a grenade'?" He got straight to the point.

"When the pin in pulled, there will be nothing to stop me from hurting someone. Whether it's another person or myself. Every day I get closer and closer to my breaking point. There is only so much a person can take. I'm just one girl." Tears rolled down my cheeks.

"I was afraid you'd say something like that. Letty, you need to fight."

"I am. I fight every day, but I'm just about ready to give up."

"Please don't say that. Please? Do you really want to leave? Me, Esme, Jasper, Mason? Whether you leave to a different place, or…die." He struggled to say the last word, "We'll all be lost and heartbroken."

"I know, it's selfish, but I don't think there is much else left for me to do."

"Stay. Stay here with us. Let us try to help you. Spend time with Mason. The Denali coven is coming down next week to meet you, and Kate wants to help you with your gift."

"You don't seem to like Mason very much…" I said.

"He's a nice guy; I just don't like the idea of you dating him. No father wants their little girl taken away from them by someone who could never be good enough."

"I'm not dating him."

"You kissed. You were holding his hand."

"How do you know we kissed?"

"Edward was elated to tell us. Apparently it was all Mason was thinking about."

I felt a small smile spread across my face.

"Come on." He stood up, "Esme is frantic about your whereabouts."