“Alice?” I called, still eyes closed and head lowered.

“You don’t even have to ask me, Bella. You know I love you, we all do and would do anything for you.” I couldn’t hold back the sobs that sounded from my chest; partly from her answer and partly because the one person who’s forgiveness I needed and wanted the most was next.

“Edward?” I choked out, trying to hold in the tears that so wanted to be free.

“Bella, I love you more than anyone, especially you, will ever know. I just want to be with you, and if my forgiveness is the only thing that will keep you with me, then no. You don’t have my forgiveness.” Tears escaped the barrier I was trying to keep them from crossing and rolled down my cheeks. I could hear them all shouting at him angrily but I could keep it in any longer.

“My real name is Sophia Mason.” I blurted out. It certainly caught their attention as they stopped shouting at each other and turned to stare at me. They slowly and quietly sat back down again; like children ready for a story if they promised they were quiet. My eyes found my feet again and continued to stay there as I spoke. “I don’t really know where to begin; there is so much I need to tell you, but Charlie and Cain are waiting outside. Everything is packed up and I wanted to tell you about the real me before we left Forks.

“When I was born, I already had four brothers; Sam was the eldest, he was 8. Then there was Kyle who was 6. TJ was 4 and Scott was 2. And when I was 3, another brother came along; his name was Max. When we were all ait older, and Mum and Dad needed time to themselves, raising 6 children under the age of 10, so we went to stay with our Auntie Megan and Uncle Bill every Tuesday afternoon; which soon turned into every Tuesday night and part of Wednesday morning. I used to love it; I would look forward to it all week. It was the only time I got to share with all of my brothers. Because Auntie Megan and Uncle Bill didn’t have any kids, they only had a two bedroom house, so all 6 of us would cram into the spare bedroom together. We would stay up talking, playing games and just having fun with each other. As the years went by, Auntie Megan’s mental illnesses as well as paranoia, OCD and mood disorder began to show more strongly for reasons we still don’t know. But it drove Uncle Bill insane, right up until the point where he just packed up and left. And so Bipolar disorder and Major depressive episodes were added to Auntie Meg’s list. She took it really bad; they had been married for 14 years so it took a toll on her. She started drinking and taking drugs and attempting suicide. We stopped going round after she had tried to attempt it, because Mum felt it was unsafe for us to be around her. In my eyes at the time, that pushed her further over the edge but also helped her at the same time. She started to go to AA meetings and stayed clean for months and when Mum and Dad saw this; the effort she had put in, our outings started again.