A/N All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer

Just a forwarning..if you haven't read OneohEighpointNine this will make no sense at all to you...so if you haven't read it you should..then come back and read this :)

To those of you who did read 108.9 welcome back...Crazy Edward's missed you :)

CPOV

The woods behind my house had become my escape these last few weeks; they were the one place that hadn't changed since my parents died. Everywhere else was different, my house, my yard, me. But the woods, well, the woods were the one constant in my life now. I crunched over the fallen leaves, a heavy weight in my chest.

My parents didn't like me to wander in the woods alone; my mom almost seemed paranoid about them. "Carly," she'd say in that tone, you know the one that mothers across America use on their teenaged children, the tone that says, I'm the parent, I would know, and even though you're not going to listen to me, I'm going to nag you regardless. "The woods aren't safe."

I never knew what worried them about the woods. I had never, in my whole life, all seventeen and a half years of it, run into any kind of trouble or danger in the woods. But back to the escape thing; coming here helped put things into perspective.

I knew my mom was going to die, there was never any question about that; we, my brothers and I, had time to prepare ourselves, mentally and emotionally for her death. But my dad; well lets just say that rocked my world. I never really believed that someone could die of a broken heart, but when I woke up that morning, three days after my mom died, to find my father cold and lifeless on the couch; he stopped sleeping in their bedroom the day my mom died, he said it was too hard to go in there and not see her nightgown hanging over the back of the rocking chair, or her stray hairs on the bathroom counter; her perfume bottles and skin cream on the vanity; I damn near fell apart. My dad was my hero, I was the epitome of a daddy's girl; his death hit me the hardest.

I walked around in a daze; I was there in person, but spirit wise, I was somewhere very, very far away. I spent almost all day walking around in the woods, just walking.

The day before the funeral, I escaped my brother Masen's watchful eye and disappeared into the woods. I could hear him calling me from the porch, my name echoed off the mossy pine trees.

"Yell all you want, I'm not coming back," I muttered in the direction of the house.

Masen had just declared, without even asking me, that I was going to fly back east and live with him. He just stood there, leaning against the counter and said it out of the blue.

"Carly, you need to start packing your stuff."

I gaped at him, "Uh why?"

"Because after the funeral and once the house is all packed up, you're coming back to Jacksonville with me."

"No, Masen, I'm not. I'm staying here."

Masen closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Carly please don't make this more difficult than it already is."

Tears welled up in my eyes, "Make it more difficult?" I screeched, "You want me to leave the only home I've ever known to move to Jacksonville? Well guess what? I'M NOT GOING!"

I stormed out of the house and into the woods, where I stood now. I stomped through the moss, deeper into the woods. Halfway to the river I sat down on a fallen log, grumbling to myself.

"You shouldn't give your brother such a hard time," a musical voice said behind me. I shrieked and jumped up off the log, turning around so quickly that I stumbled and fell, scrapping my palms on the mossy tree trunk. I glanced down to make sure I wasn't bleeding; luckily it was just a scrape.

I slowly raised my eyes to look at the person who'd spoken. It was the same guy who'd come to the house the day my mom died.

"You're a friend of my mom's or something, right?" I asked, ogling his face. It was, by far, the most beautiful face I'd ever seen in my entire life.

"Something like that," he mused, picking a path through the rotting vegetation.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know your name," I told him, watching him walk towards me.

"It's Edward, Edward Cullen," he said as he came to a stop on the other side of the tree trunk.

"I'm Carly," I offered.

"I know," he said in that musical voice, "I heard your brother yelling for you. As a matter of fact, I think all of Forks and La Push heard him."

I blushed; the heat crept up my neck and heated my face. I heard the boy named Edward gasp, I glanced at his face, his mouth was hanging slightly ajar and his eyes looked haunted, as if he'd just seen a ghost.

"Are you okay?" I asked, rushing to his side. He snapped his mouth closed, "Yes, I'm fine. You just reminded me of your mom for a second." I grabbed the arm of his coat, "You're sure your okay?" I asked gazing into his ocher eyes. They looked troubled, and sad; almost as sad as I felt.

Edward nodded, "Yes, I'm alright." I let go of his arm, "Okay." Edward stepped back and cleared his throat. "Well, I should probably be going. You should too. The woods aren't safe you know."

I rolled my eyes, "That's what my mom used to say."

Edward smirked, "Well Carly, your mom would know."

I looked at him, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I demanded.

"Nothing," he said quietly. "It doesn't mean anything. You should head home."

I stomped away from him. "Why?" I called over my shoulder, "there's nothing left for me to go home to. And pretty soon I won't even have a home. Not here anyway."

"Just go Carly," Edward said wearily.

"Whatever," I muttered and headed back towards the house. Who did he think he was? He didn't know me; he didn't know anything.

Masen was waiting in the kitchen when I tried to sneak back in. "Stop," he commanded as I tried to slip by him. I groaned and stood in front of him, staring at the floor.

"You're going to Jacksonville with me, Carly. No if, ands or buts about it. Your still underage-"

"For two more weeks, Masen," I interrupted.

"-and you can not stay here alone. So, you are coming to Jacksonville."

"No, Masen, I'm not. Its ridiculous, you're going to pull me out of school here and enroll in school in Jacksonville, for two weeks?"

"It would be for the entire year, Carly. You can't stay here by yourself. How would you pay the mortgage and the bills?"

"Oh please Masen, you know the house is paid for. And as far as the bills are concerned, I would do what most responsible adults do. I'd get a job. I don't care what you say, I'm not leaving."

Masen threw his hands in the air, "Damn it Carly."

I walked away; I'd go stay with Emily and Sam before I left to go to Jacksonville. And if Masen thought I was going he was going to be dragging me there by my hair, because I sure as hell wasn't going willingly.

I stomped up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door. I leaned against the bedroom door and slid down. I missed my mom; I missed my dad. Why did they have to go and die and leave me hear with my doofus brother. I felt the hot tears spill down my cheeks, felt my heart rip open again. I curled into a ball on the floor and sobbed quietly into the rug. I just wanted things to go back to the way they were. "Why did this happen to me?" I sobbed.

I cried so long my sides ached, my eyes felt puffy and my nose was clogged. The sobs that racked my body quieted, but the tears still streamed like twin rivers down my face. How do you get past something like this? How do you ever get over heartbreak as great as this? I wondered.

I awoke on the floor. It was dark out, I had a splitting headache and there was a strange tapping noise. I sat up slowly and looked around. My bedroom door opened, the light from the hallway spilled in.

"Carly?" Emily asked softly pushing the door open further. "Is it okay if I come in?"

I sniffed and rubbed my head. "Are you going to rag on me about going to Jacksonville with Masen?"

Emily chuckled softly, "Actually, no. I was going to see how you felt about coming to stay with me and Sam; at least until after your birthday."

I glanced up at Emily and winced at the light, "Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously." She came in and sat down next to me on the floor, "Sam and I just talked to him. It would be easier for you, for all of us really, if you stayed here and finished high school. He's hoping you'll stay with us until graduation, but seeing as how you're going to be eighteen in a few weeks the choice after that is completely up to you. What do you say?"

I felt the tears well in my eyes again, "I think that would be okay. I think if you want me to stick around till graduation I would," I whispered. Emily pulled me closer to her and wrapped her arms around me, "I know you miss your mom sweetie. I do too, but we'll get past this. I don't know how, I don't know when, I just know we will."

"I know," I whispered. "Emily, could I ask you something?"

"Of course sweetheart," Emily said with a pat on my back.

"How does that Edward Cullen guy know my mom?"

Emily looked confused, "How do you know about him?"

"I-uh, I mean, he-well, he came to the house the day my mom, um you know. And then I saw him today. He was being all mysterious, talking about how my mom would know if the woods weren't safe and then he damn-"

Emily shot me a warning look, "Sorry," I mumbled, "well, he looked almost like he was being stabbed or was in extreme pain at one point in our conversation. I told him my name, and then he said he knew cause of Masen screaming at the top of his lungs, and I blushed. And he, well he looked like he'd just seen a ghost. How did he know my mom?"

Emily swallowed, opened her mouth then snapped it shut. "I don't want to lie to you Carly, but I'm not sure if I should or even could answer that. I just know that his family knew your mom, and his family caused her a great heartbreak when she was about your age and that his family is the reason your mom married your dad. And I know I'm going to sound like a parent right about now, but it's probably better if you stay away from him. If he's anything like he was forty years ago, he's not a nice boy."

I gaped at Emily, "Forty years ago? I don't understand, he's only like eighteen, there's no way he and my mom knew each other."

Emily's deep tan skin flushed a crimson red, "I didn't mean him. Come on let's go downstairs." She stood and abruptly walked out of my bedroom. I stood and watched her hurry down the stairs feeling very confused. She clearly said that he wasn't a nice boy, forty years ago. What the hell, there's no way he's almost sixty, or older. I swallowed, what the hell was going on here?

I crept into the hallway; Emily and Sam were standing at the foot of the stairs talking in hushed tones.

"I think I might have let the Cullen's secret slip," Emily whispered softly.

Sam's face fell, "What do you?" his baritone voice could hardly speak softly, it was more of a boom than a whisper.

"Carly was asking about Edward, apparently he was here the day Bella passed, may she rest in piece, and she said she saw him again today in the woods. She wanted to know how he knew Bella and Jake, I told her I couldn't answer that right now, but I slipped when I told her he wasn't a nice boy, forty years ago."

Sam rubbed his temple; he looked very tired, like the stress of my parent's deaths was weighing heavily on him. "I think," he said with a deep sigh, "She needs to know. I think they all should know, they should have been told, and I'm not blaming Jake and Bella for not telling them, but they should have been told. And now, at least Carly will have to be told. But not tonight, nor tomorrow; let's just get her through tomorrow then we will tell her everything, and she can decide for herself what she wants. Okay?"

Emily nodded and gazed up the stairs, I slinked back into the darkness, "Let's just hope she takes after Bella. Bella could accept the supernatural like she could accept the fact that the sky was blue."

I gasped supernatural? This was about to get crazy.

Reviews are better than going to live with Emily and Sam rather than stinky old Jacksonville (I would know I live there...lol)