Well grounding is over and it's time to get back to one of my favorite past times: writing. I still don't have my car, but it's a step up from not having a life. Whatever, my friends can drive me around if need be.

As of right now I'm sitting in my school's Saturday School which is like detention on the weekend. It's in the morning on a Saturday obviously and we sit in a classroom for 2 hours then get a 20 minute break, then 2 more hours then we get to go home. So right now I'm currently sitting at an empty desk with nothing to do and then I for the idea of using this time to my advantage. I don't need my laptop to write, I could use a pen and paper! So right now I'm brainstorming things to write and give you guys this well deserved chappie.

Well, this hell doesn't have much longer. I only have three more hours. Ugh, have fun reading this chapter developed in my personal hell.

3 down. 3 fucking down people down. Bella trembled beside me in fear and I looked to the other girls who weren't so hot either. Jasper, Emmett and I shared the same look of worry and terror. Our faces twisted into a grim expression and I shook my head at them. I looked back down to Bella who was holding herself together. Poor thing.

James took Atkins, his wife, and their daughter Sarah. Riley said Sarah went down the street to the Starbucks a few shops down from the hotel. Atkins and his wife joined her thinking nothing bad would happen; it's only two stores down from the hotel...

Not only did James take my parents all those years ago, but now others close to them as well; those who were supposed to help me take him down. How dare he; how dare he kidnap people who have become close to me, especially since he took people who gave me life. I was infuriated. Since news of the Atkins' kidnapping took wind, everyone feared to even to out of their hotel room and across the hall to Riley's. We all took to looking into the peep-hole before answering doors, and making sure they were locked from the inside as well. Everyone was taking extra-precaution now that I've seen James in person and seen what he's capable of. He wasn't joking when he said he had men everywhere.The only thing that kept me sane was knowing they were probably with my parents and most likely informing them on my plan to take James down. That gave me some sort of relief or happiness.

A few more days passed and we were still trying to figure out where James was residing. Obviously he was in Chicago, but Chicago was a pretty goddamn huge place. It would take us days to figure out where he was. During the course of three days we lost 5 more families. Two of them were medical families who were scared of getting hurt, or taken under the ruling of James. The only ones left were 3 other large medical families, Riley, Bree, Vera, Peter, Charlotte, Sherri, Steve, Casey, Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, Bella, and I. Many of the others left in the middle of night leaving nothing but a mere note under Riley's note with an explanation and an apology. The notes said they couldn't risk it and they were sorry that they couldn't help us, but they tried. I called bullshit you bastards. We looked over the cameras Peter's friend Randall set up and saw that most of the families that left were taken by James's clan. Thrown into cars, their luggage left in the lobby. We had to go down there and claim it as ours. I had nothing else to say except I told you so. It's their own goddamn fault they were taken, along with the Atkins.

"We're dropping like flies" Riley muttered angrily while staring out the window to the Chicago skyline. He made sure to stay as far away from the window as he could, since James's men could most likely see him staring out the window if they tried, "some of us leaving, trying to escape, and end up taken. Anthony this is fucking disgusting!" He yelled and slammed the bed breathing heavily in anger. I stayed quiet, not knowing what to do. I decided to leave him be, not get in his way. I knew better than to talk to him when he was this angry.

I got to Bella's and mine room and she and Rose were on the bed doing their nails with Rosalie's nail polish she brought in case her nails chipped on this trip; vain bitch. Emmett and Jasper were napping on the bed and Alice was lying on the end of the girls' bed reading a book.

"How long they been out?" I asked thumbing towards the guys were knocked out cold. They shrugged, grossing in on what they were doing. I rolled my eyes, and cleaned up the mess in here. I didn't realize how much of a mess Jasper and Emmett made of the room.

"About an hour, hour and a half tops. Emmett knocked out first and Jasper did shortly after" Alice said still focusing in on her Nicholas Sparks book.

"How's Riley?" Bella asked slowly as she focused on putting the brush on her pinky nail. Rose was alternating between color brushes as she blew on her nails softly. "I think he's going to lose his shit at any moment. People are leaving, then getting snatched up. This is getting to be a bigger and bigger mess." I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, pulling on the long locks.

"Babe, he has a right to be upset" She said softly putting the brush back into the bottle. I nodded understandingly and sat in the chair at the desk.

"I know, I know. I'm frustrated too" I replied and put my head in my hands. Why were these people leaving, why? They were safe here, if they no longer chose to be a part of this they gladly could've refused and Riley would've let them stay for their own safety and protection. Why they didn't seem to think of that I will never know. All I did know was that they were paying the price for their mistake.

"All those poor people" Alice said softly looking up from her tragic novel to face me. I nodded.

"I didn't have to be this way" I replied pulling at my hair.

"I don't think they had even an inkling that this could've happened. They had no idea. My guess is they probably thought by sneaking out they wouldn't get caught because all the focus is on you and Riley right now. They probably thought they wouldn't be noticed; should've known James is always watching, no matter when or how he always is" Alice said closing her book and marking its page.

"Unfortunately, that's true. I was thinking about this the other day and the only moves James has made are taking people out of my life, that's it. I need to do something before he snatches you all up as well" I laid my head in my hand and sighed. Bella got up and sat on my lap, her arms around my neck.

"He won't take us, baby, I promise. I won't let him" She giggled softly. I chuckled and my hand ran up her sides, ghosting the skin under her shirt.

"As cute as that is princess, you wouldn't win if you fought. Who knows what they're capable of; my dad was a pretty big man, I know he put up a fight, yet he still lost" I sighed.

"I don't think size has anything to do with it. It's about strategy and the tactics you use. You're right though, who knows what they could have used to get your parents, or the people who were helping us. They may be predictable in their actions, but again like you said who knows what they're capable of" Alice replied as she sat up. I nodded. Bella played with my hair on the nape of my neck and we stayed quiet.

That was the end of that conversation.

Later that night, Bella and the girls were cleaning up their rooms and Bella twisted her ankle. I don't know how she does these things, but now she has a swollen and slightly purple bruise. So now Jasper and I were walking down the hallway to the ice bucket at the very end for some ice for Bella's swollen ankle.

"Why are you getting ice?" I asked him as he brought his small bucket with him.

"Riley punched a wall and his knuckles busted so Bree sent me to get him some ice." He answered and rolled his eyes. I chuckled. Typical Riley, I just hoped Vera wasn't in the room to see him get hurt.

"Anyway, since Ry has gone off the deep end, I was thinking we could just go to James instead of waiting around for him and letting him have all the power. I mean he has men all over, he can't be that hard to find" I said over the loud music of the ice dispenser. When I didn't hear a reply from Jasper I looked up to him and the ice bucket fell from my hands fanning the ice around my feet.

I was frozen. My blood ran cold and my eyes widened at Jasper's panicked and terrified face. His eyes glistened and were bugging out with fear. Dr. Laurent had an arm around him, firmly pressing against his mouth in an attempt to keep him quiet and the other hand held a gun, which was pressed to Jasper's temple. I swallowed.

"You're right Anthony; James does have men all over. Sorry we kept you waiting, our upmost apologies. It's been long yes?" Laurent Anton asked slowly smiling at me as he looked down to Jasper's terrified expression then looking to me with a sly smirk.

"Yes it has" I replied quietly, in a quivering tone. "Now Laurent you and dad were friends I know you, you don't need to do this. Let Jasper go and we'll you go in peace and we won't tell Riley. Just let him go" I pleaded with him as he pressed the gun deeper into Jasper's temple. Jasper made a startling and frightening cry and it shook me to my core.

Laurent's face twisted into a hurt and pained expression. His gun eased up on Jasper's temple, ghosting over his skin and Jasper's eyes were glued to it.

"He has her" He said brokenly, his voice cracking. I took a heavy breath and took a small step forward going into the large gap he created to separate us.

"He has who?" I asked slowly.

"Alana" He answered his eyes watering up and swallowing loudly.

"Alana?" I asked incredulously. The name was familiar, but for some godforsaken reason I couldn't remember.

"He took her when she was coming home from school. I found her car in the driveway with a note on the windshield from James saying if I didn't join, he'd kill her" He cried and tried to hold back the tears. I let out a small gasp as I registered who Alana was. She was his daughter. I met her once or twice before, but whe were only kids. We were still in the girls and boys had cooties stage and the last memory of her I had was when she kicked me in the balls for chopping all her Barbie's hair off.

"Look Laurent, I know you don't want to do this. Trust me; I know exactly how it feels to have someone ripped away from you. Look at my parents, he took them from me and he took Alana from you. Please lower the gun and just talk to me." I said calmly. He looked to Jasper and looked at me with tears in his eyes, small tears rolling down his face. My throat tightened.

"I'm sorry, but I can't" He said brokenly. He grasped Jasper by his elbows and as I was about to throw myself at him to take my best friend, Laurent reached into his waist, pulled out a small hand gun; one very different and very lethal looking from the one he had glued to Jasper's temple. He cocked it and aimed at his target.

"I'm sorry Edward" He cried, turning it sideways, and pulled the trigger.

I don't know how long I sat there in that hallway, sobbing into my knees until my throat turned raw, and my eyes no longer able to produce tears. My best friend was just taking right from under me and there was nothing I can do.

I poked at my paralyzed legs seeing if any feeling came back and sighed when I felt absolutely nothing. My fist slammed down with all its might and again, nothing. I couldn't call for help, I couldn't move, I couldn't save Jasper; I was useless.

Fresh tears trickled down my face slowly, rolling over the dried tear tracks on my face. I sighed and wiped them away and waited for someone to come and find me.

"Anthony!" Riley yelled relieved and ran down the hallway with Emmett. The pair sprinted down the hallway to where I was on the opposite end.

"What the hell happened?" Riley asked frantically as he took me in.

"Where's Jasper?" Emmett asked in a quiet quivering tone. I looked up at him, and didn't respond. From the look on my face his face broke and he let out the long breathing he was holding. I knew we had to act faster, and I was the coward who stood back and watched; now my best friend is gone.

"Gone" I whispered staring at the beige wall in front of me, still in an unfeeling daze. I felt nothing.

"What the fuck do you mean he's gone?!" Riley yelled back at me, pulling at his hair. Emmett started to whisper at him in an attempt to get him to calm down.

"He's gone" I repeated, my voice getting louder.

"How?" Riley prodded loudly.

"Laurent fucking took him right from under me! He had a motherfucking gun to his head and said if I tried anything he'd shoot. And guess fucking what? I tried something; he shot my leg with a fucking tranquilizer gun and took Jasper. James said if he didn't, he'd kill Alana!" I screamed back at him, a fresh round of tears spewing from my eyes. Riley's eyes widened and Emmett swallowed audibly. More doors flew open and everyone came running out, sprinting down the long hallway to us. Soon I was surrounded by almost everyone.

"What happened?" They all asked, flying questions at me one after the other after the other before it became too much.

Until I blacked out.

"You ready?" Emmett whispered to me handing me the maroon colored beanie. I nodded taking one last glance at the sleeping girl next to me. I leaned down and pressed a kiss softly to her head and brushed her hair softly off the nape of her neck.

"I love you too Bella" I whispered and laid the hand written note next to her.

"You know that blonde hair is really catching me off guard" Emmett chuckled at me as we slid on sunglasses and beanies.

"As much as your black hair?" I smirked. He chuckled and we headed towards the elevators.

"You know the plan? Charlie has his undercover men?" I asked as we came into the elevator.

"Yes they're in the lobby as we speak. This'll work Edward" He said clapping my shoulder. I nodded and looked to the floor.

"For Jasper" I said glancing up at him. He smiled and the elevator dinged.

"For your family"

"For my family" I agreed. The chief was, as promised, waiting patiently for us with his mass of men in the lobby.

"Edward" Charlie greeted holding out his hand. I hesitantly went to shake it, and he chuckled.

"Relax Edward. I know why you left, but I don't know why you felt the need to drag my daughter into it. Unfortunately, we don't have time to deal with that right now; with your disguises, James's men won't recognize you, thankfully, but I think it's a good idea to keep these walkie talkies on you. They're small, don't worry, they fit in your pocket just fine. I set them to where we're all on the same station and they're the kind the FBI uses so as long as you stay within the city you'll be fine it has a very wide range" He said gruffly handing us each one.

"If I find something I'll radio. I'll head up south" I said and we separated. Charlie's guys were armed and planned to roam the city with the pictures of the license plates from the Mercedes James drove and a picture from the incident when he almost ran me over.

As I walked down the street of Chicago by myself and in disguise I realized how much of myself I was possibly getting back today. I established myself in this city, I was born here, and I was raised here. I know this city like the back of my hand and everywhere I looked there were memories and happiness and light; in Forks I was a mess. A drugged up, drunken out mess. I caused a lot of pain and a lot grief with Carmen and Eleazar when they didn't deserve it. It wasn't their fault James is a psychotic bastard whose main mission in life to ruin my parent's and mine. I'm surprised none of us saw how much an actor he is playing the best friend role while on the side trying to sabotage their careers. He called himself my 'Uncle James' telling us we made up a small family, since my parents had none besides me. Just the fact that he betrayed so many people and hurt people in all ways possible is unforgivable. To add on, taking people from their everyday lives because of his selfishness and his craving for all the fame and fortune is just one of the many reasons he's the devil's reincarnate. It sickens me.

When I turned the corner at the end of the street I passed the small poster of the private school building I attended as a child. The big red bricks with the many stairs leading up to the heavy wooden door with the large glass; as I kid I didn't have the strength to open it, my father always did when he walked me to school on his way to the hospital. It literally was a walk down memory lane.

"Did you used to attend?" A woman asked leaning against the cement rail above the stairs. I didn't know how long I had been staring up at that school, or how long I stood there in front of that school.

"As a kid yeah" I answered softly. She offered a small smile and extended her hand.

"Natasha, I'm picking up my sister from her fundraiser" She introduced and I shook her hand. She withdrawled her hand and played with the silver chain on her bracelet giving me a smile.

"Riley" I lied smoothly. She giggled quietly. She talked about her sister's fundraiser for the children's ward at the hospital my father used to work at when I looked down the street and felt a pair of eyes on me.

"Nice to meet you I got to go" I excused myself and walked towards the car from where the man was staring. He spoke quickly into a cell phone and sped off right as I got to him. He wasn't recognizable, but by the course of action I was aware he was somehow involved with James. Hopefully he noticed I wasn't who he thought I was.

As I approached the small neighborhood of apartment homes. I turned on the street to where I used to live. My heartbeat sped up and my palms started to sweat. The yellow police tape was still draped across the door with a warning slip placed on the door. Looking around no neighbors in sight and no people in sight. I quickly slipped under the police tape and typed in the four digit pass code for the lock. I hoped it was still the same or the police may have changed it, which they did. I sighed looked at the window on the side of the building.

As I approached the small neighborhood of apartment homes. I turned on the street to where I used to live. My heartbeat sped up and my palms started to sweat. The yellow police tape was still draped across the door with a warning slip placed on the door. Looking around no neighbors in sight and no people in sight. I quickly slipped under the police tape and typed in the four digit pass code for the lock. I hoped it was still the same or the police may have changed it, which they did. I sighed looked at the window on the side of the building.

As I approached the small neighborhood of brownstones homes my heartbeat sped up and my palms started to sweat as I turned onto my street where I used to live. A woman was unlocking the door into the home and I quickly slipped in with her and headed all the way up to where my door was. As I approached the door the yellow police tape was still draped across the front and my heart shattered. My eyes shut quickly and my fists balled as tears ran down my face shamelessly.

"No, no, no!" I screamed and fought against Jenks's restraints. Tears flooded my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't show them they won.

"Son we have to get you out of here" Jenks said into my ear. I elbowed his stomach and he cringed, but his hold tightened as I left out a sob.

"Where are my parents? I want my parents!" I screamed once more as the police kept invading my home going in and out of rooms without permission, paying me no mind.

"Anthony stop it!" Agent Dickens growled in my face. I glared and spit up into it, the tears still running down my face.

"No don't take that! That's my stuff give it back to me" I screamed at an officer who held the black leather journal from my room. James gave it to me on my birthday last year when he heard I wanted to a medical journalist. Another held the backpack I wore earlier this evening from school.

"Anthony let them take it" Jenks said into my ear once more.

"Where's Riley? Where are my parents?" I kept asking repeatedly as I was led out of the home and taken out of the brownstone and into a large black SVU. It scared me, was I being kidnapped? How did these people know me? Where the fuck are my parents?

"Are you hungry?" Jenks asked handing me a blueberry bagel with cream cheese. The tears gathered in my eyes again; blueberry bagels were my mother's favorite.

"Who the hell are you?" I spat up in his face throwing the zip locked bag at his lap. He shrugged and opened it to begin eating. I wasn't having anything they served.

"Jason Jenks, but everyone calls me Jenks. We're heading back to our headquarters now where we can talk in private, who knows who may be listening" Jenks answered picking off pieces of his food.

"Jenks just tell the kid now or later it doesn't matter" Agent Dickens said, getting annoyed of my antics. I had a right to act this way. I was taken out of my home under my will, and put in a car with men I didn't know who wouldn't tell me where my parents were.

"Anthony we're not the bad guys I swear to you" He said carefully attempting to reassure me. I rolled my eyes and hugged my knees.

"Yeah because you guys totally didn't just kidnap me!" I hissed. They sighed.

"Anthony, your parents were the ones kidnapped; adultnapped" He chuckled trying to lighten the atmosphere. My face remained a blank stone as I blinked at him and he cleared his teeth.

"Someone tried to kill your parents and many of their colleagues. This isn't just the work of one person; it's a group of people after the people of your father's social group, they included. We don't know their whereabouts right now, in fact we don't know the whereabouts of many people, but we do know they were coming after you today possibly and we had to get there before they do. The FBI is handling your house trying to find any possible leads and unknown fingerprints. We're the WPP-Witness Protection Program. Other families who haven't been hit yet are with other agents right now as we speak. We need you to be protected and safe" He said to me with a grave expression. All the air and emotion left my body and I felt myself becoming numb.

"What?" I breathed out in a whisper.

"I'm so sorry. We're on our way back to headquarters so you can meet with your agents and receive your destination and identities. It's a clean slate. You left Anthony Masen the moment you left that brownstone. That person is dead, and he's never coming back" He said softly.

"And my parents? What happens to them?" I asked my forehead on my knees, my tears soaking my uniform dress pants. I was still dressed in my school uniform.

"Since we don't where they are, they're missing, and we can't do anything for them. In the future if they are alive, the FBI will be notified and a search and rescue will happen. If they're dead then you'll be placed with relatives who will join the WPP and be given new identities as well; you included." He answered his blue eyes piercing into me.

"I have no family; my parents had me young, in the midst of the Chicago social elite events, and they were disowned. What about Riley? Riley Biers?" I asked.

"If that happens, you'll resume your life with your agents as your legal guardians, whom you can contest to if you choose. Riley Biers' wife Bree was taken into the custody of the WPP, but we think the group of people who took your parents have unfortunately, snatched him up too" He answered honestly and my breathing became labored.

That was all it took for me to fall into unconsciousness.

I wiped the tears away and opened my eyes to still see that ugly neon yellow police tape draped across the door. My hands tore at it, tearing if off the door and ripping the plastic.

It was behind the layers of police tape, someone stuck a key. My eyes went wide as I held the small piece of metal and with shaky hands my fingers placed the key into the slot and turned. The door opened and I gasped. Everyone was wrecked, the leather on the couch ripped open, the wallpaper torn and ripped, the chairs broken, picture frames shattered and the kitchen had broken glassware scattered.

On the far wall of the place I called home was yellow packet of papers stuck to the wall, obviously hoping to stand out and be seen.

Maneuvering around the broken house I snatched up the packet and the tears welled again, this time in anger. It was addressed to me at the top and I flipped to the next slip of paper.

Anthony! I'm so proud of you. You finally grew the balls to visit the place you once called home. So many fond memories made here. The wives made dinner, the husbands outside with a beer and a cigar, and you playing the piano and writing in your journal. A picturesque family if I do say so myself. You were probably the only one smart enough to find the extra key here; congratulations my boy. Now I know you're angry with these letters, but I was beginning to feel bad about it so I gave you a special present. It isn't much, but be lucky I'm generous. Inside is an enclosed riddle, only you would understand. You probably have an inking of who I am, and because of that you should solve this riddle fairly easy. Well, I'll leave you to it. I'm so happy you came to visit the house. Like what I did with the furnishing? I thought it would spruce the place up a bit; it looks great doesn't it?

I stuffed that into my pocket, crumpling it to fit. I reached to the walkie talkie in my breast pocket of the jacket I wore and turned it on.

"Charlie? Emmett? I need your help" I gasped into it. I didn't hear a response as I was inspecting the apartment.

"Charlie? Charlie Swan?" A man's voice taunted from my walkie talkie. My eyes went wide.

They got Charlie.

"Let him go" I screamed into the tiny device running out of the brownstone. I stood on the sidewalk waiting for a response from either the man on Charlie's line or Emmett himself.

"There he is!" I heard a whisper and saw Natasha and another burly man at her side whose size could rival Emmett's, charging at me, cars zooming beside them.

"Oh fuck me" I breathed and ran down, dodging people. I screamed for a taxi and eventually a silver Honda pulled over and I climbed in panting.

"Thank you so much, um, The Palace Hotel" I ordered and the driver turned around smiling.

"Hello Tony" He greeted. My eyes widened. Agent Dickens.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I hissed.

"Tony, I'm here to help. Jenks sent me; he caught wind of this little expedition." He smirked and floored it, sending me flying back onto the seat.

"I don't trust you; never have, never will" I spat. He chuckled.

"Kid as much as I don't like you taking up my personal vacation time, I like your spunk and trust me if I was after you I would've done so long ago. I'm on your side. I swear to God." He said. I pursed my lips. He drove in silence until a bullet shot at the car window. My eyes went wide and my heart rate increased.

"Duck!" Dickens shouted, turning unexpectedly. I crouched to the floor and held my head. A gun was chucked at me and I swallowed, my frame frozen in shock.

"Take that, if they shoot at you, shoot them" Dickens advised shooting back as he dodged traffic. The police started high-tailing us and Dickens started to turn, only to keep going straight, losing the shooter's car, and one police vehicle.

"I'm dropping you off here, and I'll join you in a few hours. Let me get things settled with this cop" Dickens scoffed and I got out as he dropped me off at the hotel. The papers crumpled in my hand and the gun tucked into my waist. Emmett was waiting in the lobby behind the concierge desk and gave me wide eyes.

"I thought you were a fucking goner" He breathed, pulling me into the elevator and gave me a bone-crushing hug.

"I thought I lost you man. Like Charlie" He said shakily.

"I can't believe they got Charlie" I breathed. We approached our floor and raced down the hallway to Riley's door. We banged on the door and he let us in quickly. Everyone, once again, was inside. The girls watching the window and Bella turned around with tears down her face.

"Edward!" Bella cried through tears and attacked me in a hug, her legs wrapping around my waist. She sobbed into my neck and I held her tight my face into her shoulder as I cried tears of my own.

"Don't ever to that to me again. Don't ever do something reckless like that again!" She screamed through her tears, hitting me hard on my cheek.

"I'm so sorry" I said shakily and leaned up to kiss her. She pulled away only to look into my eyes and go in for another one. Riley cleared his throat breaking us apart.

"I love you too much to let you do this to me again. I thought you were fucking dead. When the bullets rang and you fell, I thought they fucking killed you" She sobbed. My forehead hit hers and tears ran down both our cheeks. I was a pussy, I showed emotion, but I didn't care.

"I know and I'm sorry. Agent Dickens made me duck and gave me a gun. I didn't use it, but if I have to I will" I told her. She jumped from my arms and went to hug Emmett who released Rosalie. Alice was cooped up in the corner of the window sill sobbing into her knees about what I assumed was Jasper.

"Alice, we'll find him. I swear to it, we will" I vowed. She nodded and gave me a quick hug before running to the bathroom.

"What the fuck were you thinking? I can definitely tell you what you weren't! Because of you two men are missing!" Riley screamed in my face holding me at my shoulders, shoving me against the wall.

"I know" Was all I could come up with.

"But I went to the brownstone, and I saw the house. It was a complete wreck. James and his men trashed it, everything's broken. He left me this" I told him handing him the packet that I haven't begun to read yet.

Riley snatched them from my grasp and began to read them over before he gasped.

"Tony" He whispered, "your parents wrote you a letter, dated two weeks ago" He said turning to me. Everyone remained quiet and Emmett placed his hand on my shoulder, giving me one nod. I took them from his hand and opened the shakily and slowly.

My Dearest Anthony,

Words cannot describe a mother's love for her child, no less the loss and misery they live through. I miss you so much, even more everyday. I'm so sorry for what you've gone through; I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy. I'm sorry for trusting James and letting him into our home and being a part of our family. I'm sorry you suffer everyday with the loss of Dad and I. I'm sorry for putting so much trust and love into the people we called family, only for them to turn around and deceive us.

You have exceeded the limits of the man I hoped you to be; you've made me so proud. You look more like your father every day. You're so handsome and grown up, and I've missed you so much. There's a hole in my heart where you used to be and until we meet again, that hole will begin to get bigger and bigger. Watching you become the man and more through these pictures is a blessing. James may be the devil, but I'm grateful he gave me these. Your father and I look at them every day. You've made us proud and happy of the man you've become and you're taking this situation with ease, grace, and maturity.

I love you so much, words can't describe. I know this sounds cheesy, but whenever the moons out with the stars I can't help but wonder if we're seeing the same moon and stars at the same time, being connected through the night sky. The day James and his men came for your father and I, I made sure I had that pendant you gave me in the fourth grade. It was a plastic heart locket, cost you ten dollars, and I put a picture of you in there. I haven't taken it off since.

I can write page after page, letter after letter, expressing how much you mean to me, and how much I love and adore you, admiring the man you're becoming. But this is where I end; or where James ends me. Unfortunately, he's timed us on how long we've been given the 'privilege' to write this letter; in a span of five minutes.

I know in my heart we'll all come together again. We won't let James win I can promise you that. I love and miss you so much sweetheart, never forget that.

With all my love I hold in my heart,


"The bastard" I hissed under my breath as I blinked tears away.

"He fucking timed them on how long they've been given to write." I growled and handed Riley the letter.

"Are you okay?" Emmett asked. I nodded and he squeezed my shoulder once more, before returning to Rosalie.

"Read Carlisle's" Riley demanded and I glared.

"You think I wasn't going to? Don't tell me what the fuck to do" I shouted my face turning red.

"Why you listen to me-" Riley shouted back and Bella came in the middle.

"Guys, guys, guys!" She screamed, "It's been an emotional day. Relax and stay in your corners" She ordered. Riley scoffed and lay on the bed. I wanted to deck him.

My Tony,

Do you remember in the third grade when your pet hamster Indiana died and you moped around the house for months? You cried every night for a week straight until we explained he was in hamster heaven with all the other hamster angels looking down on you.

Imagine that depressed, moping feeling times an infinity and that's how it feels to be away from your child, your only child against your will. It truly feels like I've died on inside; a piece of my heart broken off and smashed to bits by James. There isn't a suitable adjective to describe the man he is, but he is heartless, mindless, evil, conniving, the devil himself, etc. It's been so long since we've been a family; I almost forget how it feels like to be one. How tragic is that?

The phase of life of you going from a boy, into teenager, and finally into a man is astonishing to see, even if it is through pictures. I miss you so much son, everyday another piece of my heart is torn off because I haven't seen you. Pictures can only last you so long. I'm not going to get all mushy like your mother has been in this letter, but I do want to express to you how much love and support you have all the way from where I am.

I'm so proud of you of the person you are today. I can't help but think of all the things I'm missing out on; Prom, your drivers license, your graduation from the eighth grade, your first date, your first car, your first girlfriend. All of that you can't make up, and for that I'm sorry that I wasn't there supporting you and cheering you on into adulthood, but please know that I am from where I'm sitting. I'll always be your number one fan.

I'm sorry I let this happen to our family. I'm sorry I let this happen to you.

I will always love you son, I'll always be proud never forget that. No matter what happens, we will always be a family.

Love and miss you so much,


"I needed that" I said quietly and Bella wrapped her arms around my waist, rubbing my back. I hugged her tight and Riley handed me the slip of paper.

"I can't figure this out, but according to him you're the only person who can" He said with an annoyed tone and I took the paper from him.

What's big and green, with the heart of star-crossed lovers? Anthony if you don't get this you are a certified idiot.

"What's big and green with the heart of star-crossed lovers?" Riley asked bewildered, "What the hell James? You fuck"

The moment I read it I knew what he was talking about. It was hard not to.

"Aunt Vic why do you read that book so much?" I asked as I watched her read the same Shakespeare novel Romeo and Juliet for the second time in two days.

"It's a great book Tony, two star-cross lovers take their life because of how madly they love each other" She sighed dreamily. Uncle James snorted and continued to carve random shapes into the tree he leaned against in the middle of the small forest near the mansion under construction. I found the process of building a house, and all the time and effort being put into it quite fascinating.

"Oh please Vic. They died because of lack of communication between the Friar, Romeo, and the messenger guy." James scoffed.

"I thought they died because of their never-ending love for one another, and since Juliet thought Romeo died she died too so she can be with him in death" I asked James. He smiled crookedly and shrugged.

"Technically lack of communication." James chuckled. He took the pocket knife and carved his and Vic's initials into the tree beside all the scribbles and scratches he created. She squealed, attacked him, and they kissed until I reminded them I was sitting right there beside them.

And from then on every day after school we met at that exact tree talking and bonding while Victoria read her Shakespearian novels.

"I know what he's talking about" I said staring at James writing.

"Please enlighten me" Riley said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes and waited for me to continue.

"It was a spot he, Victoria, and I always used to go to when Victoria watched me after school. It's a tree and I know how to get there"