Please try not to be too disgusted with Kade's dampened personality in this chapter. It is due to circumstances and to show you all that he is not a hard-core bad ass mother fucked. He's a teenage boy, with fighting skills, who occasionally disrespects his elder's. Thanks. That's all.

Chapter…8, I believe.

Kade POV

No, it wasn't a brick wall. It was a muscle wall. I looked at the figure; tall, buff, with an amused look on his face. The smirk was gone just as soon as it had appeared.

"Are you crying?" I glared back at him defiantly. "Here, let me help you up" he extended his hand.

I pushed it away and then shoved myself of the ground, wincing.

"or not" he shrugged.

Pulling out a handkerchief from my pocket and turning away from him I wiped my face. What a child I was being. After all the effort my mother put into raising me, and I was turning out like this. A pathetic sniveling child, who couldn't even face his father without crying.

"Damn, what did Edward say to you…?" So he must be Emmett then.

I shrunk away in embarrassment.

"Hey, come on. Don't be like that." A strong hand set itself on my shoulder. A sharp intake of breath through my teeth.

"Oh hey you've got a string hanging off your shirt, let me get that for you." He said, giving it a tug.

He pulled out my stitches. "oh my fucking GOD!" I said, turning around and kicking him in the head.

"What?" he said. I kept coming at him, aiming punches at him. He seemed reluctant to hit me back.

"Calm down" he said.

"Why the fuck should I calm down! Do you know what you just did?" I kept coming.

"I pulled a string off your no-doubt expensive t-shirt. Sorry about that. You need to chill though; I don't want to fight you"

I picked up a stone and checked it at his abdomen. It hit a little lower.

"Alright. Fine. You wanna play. Let's play."

He took a swing and I dodged it, leaping off a tree, I came down with my foot on his chest. Moments later my bad shoulder was knocked into a tree. I howled with pain.

He came and lifted me up by the front of my shirt, "are you going to calm down or do I need to continue to-Holy shit" My shoulder was bleeding heavily. "shit shit shit"

He changed the way he'd been holding me, throwing me onto his shoulder. I let out a groan as I hit the solid structure.

"Sorry!" he said, and rushed off. Everything was a fading blur. He slowed down as he opened a door and entered a building.

"Carlisle!" he called loudly.

Someone came zipping down the stairs, blonde, male; he must be Carlisle.

I heard some kind of a choking sound, maybe it was more like a gasp. Either way I was swiftly lifted into another person's arms and carried somewhere else. In the background I could hear an annoyed female voice.

"Great. Look what you've done now Emmett, practically killed Edwards son."

"Calm down rose I didn't know-"

How could you not KNOW. He looks exactly like his father!"

"I didn't know he was so….breakable…." sounds were fading in and out. A splitting headache persisted.

"Would you people quiet the fuck down!" I shouted. Ow. Ow. Ringing splitting killed ear bleeding headache. I reached my hand up to see if I was actually bleeding from the ears.

"for your own benefit, please stop moving around" A gentle male voice spoke.

My shirt had been removed and a warm wet rag was gently moving over and around the spot where my stitches had been ripped out. It was held there for what seemed like more than 3 hours and then removed. Another sharp intake of breath; my own as I felt a needle penetrate my skin. I was being sewn up, once again. It was then that I noticed I wasn't being exactly myself. I was clutching the sides of a leather couch whining as only an infant would while I was being stitched up. I didn't struggle against my childlike tendencies this time. Instead I let them completely overtake me.

"Shh." A cool hand brushed my hair out of my face as my body racked with sobs.

I closed my eyes after a while; a combination of a black out and fading into sleep.

Clarity POV

It wasn't as if I was completely insane. I wouldn't be taking my father cliff diving or surfing or skateboarding today. I would however introduce him to some of my friends, and have a good time. I didn't know if he would have a good time though. Probably not. We were going to the mall after all. Adi, Dare and Trill sat waiting at a table at the mall food court.

"And she finally arrives."

"Late"

"with a guy….oohhhhh, girl I hope you're not cheating on Jarrod." Leave it to the gay guy to be the cheekiest little bastard of the group.

"Of course not Adi."

"So…is this guy free then?"

"Uh, no, Dare, this is my father" Trill and Adi burst into simultaneous laughter while Dare blushed heavily.

"We should go get food" Adi suggested.

"Agreed, it would be good to ingest something before taking our weekly "Mall Crawl" Trill said in her cool relaxed musical voice.

"Be back in a bit" I said, leaving my father standing at our table looking slightly annoyed.

We came back to the table with trays loaded up. Chinese food, spaghetti, McDonalds, Darren's, and of course, Adi's Salad that he wouldn't actually be eating.

He always got a salad, claiming he was on a diet. Today would be the final day. We would break him by waving Chees bread and French fries infront of his face. He was borderline anorexic and we wouldn't be having it any longer.

"Mh Mh Uh. You girls are gonna get fat, loading up on carbs like that." Adi shook his head and ate a bite of his salad.

Kade's POV

My eyes opened slowly. My face burned, the most likely culprit of the pain: all the crying I'd done. I sniffled, curling into a ball. I was in a soft bed with my arms wrapped around a stuffed bear. MY stuffed bear. But this certainly wasn't my bedroom. Or any room on my uncle's estate. The room was lit only by a small lamp on a bedside table. I sat bolt upright, only to have a hand catch me at my chest and push me slowly back down.

"Relax Kade. Sudden movements like that are only going to cause you more pain" I let out a childish little whine.

I met stern, yet soft eyes, the color of sunlight. "Realy Kadence? How old are you?" it was a gentle rebuke, but a rebuke none the less. I kept my eyes down.

"Rather than attacking Emmett, it didn't occur to you to calmly explain what had just happened?" It wasn't a question, but an admonishing statement. I looked up for a moment, the disappointed look on the man's face filled me instantaneously with shame. I hid under the covers that had been placed over me earlier. Who was he anyway; to fill me with such guilt as this?

"Who are you?" I asked from under the blankets.

Boards creaked; the blanket was slowly removed from covering me. I looked up into his eyes.

"I am Carlisle Cullen." Oh. No wonder. I kept my eyes down. My father's adopted father. There was no way I could look up at him. He was a good, kind person who deserved nothing but respect. I was the boy who was lying to his mother, attacking his extended family, and whining like a child at the slightest dressing-down. I pulled the blanket back over my head and curled back into a ball.

A sigh. "Esme is making you dinner. It should be ready in 15 minutes or so. Come downstairs when you feel up to it" I had no intention of coming downstairs. He left the room clicking off the lamp and closing the door gently behind himself.

A while later….2

I wallowed in the bed, feeling like an idiot. A hungry idiot. There came a knock at the door. I didn't waste my time answering it. Another knock. More silence from me. Then a bit of an exasperated sigh, and the door was knocked open. Then closed again and the lights flicked on.

"Up" an agitated southern accent spoke. The blankets were pulled off of me. I looked up seeing a skinny light haired male. Obviously Jasper. as he was the only one I had yet to meet, of the men.

I rubbed my bleary eyes and groaned. "What?"

"Your food is getting cold"

"I'm not hungry"

"Uh-huh. And you're also not feelin' guilty, right?" I'd *almost* forgotten his gift. I could fake this easily. It shouldn't be too difficult to fool him. My sister had fooled my mind reading gift before. I just had to make myself believe I didn't feel guilty.

"Not in the slightest"

"I think it's time for a bit of a heart to heart" he said.

"There are two things you're doing right now that I'm not going to tolerate" he spoke as he pulled me up quick by my ear.

"Ow. Let go, let go"my lip quivered, ever so slightly.

"Care to take a guess as to what those two things are?" as asked, keeping a firm grip and passing me a clean shirt to put on.

"Ow…..I have not the foggiest...ah…Idea…."

He bent down a little and looked dead in my eye.

"You are lying to me, for starters. And what's worse is that you are on the fast track to hurting Esme's feelings." I blanched as he kept his grip on my ear.

"I have no idea what you're talk-" A nice had tug.

"What are the two things you are doing right now, that you shouldn't be?"

"I…I…I'm lying and"

"And what?" he said, raised his eyebrow at me.

"And I'm….on the fast track...to..to hurting Esme's feelings…"

"And what are you going to do to fix those two things?" he waited patiently for the answer.

"I'm not going to lie to yyou…."

"No" he said sharply, lifting my lowered head up a bit. "You are going to stop lying to everyone. Your father. Your mother, *and* myself. You understand"

I flinched, but nodded some.

"and you're going to put on the clean clothes in front of ya, and go downstairs, and?"

"And eat what Esme cooked for me"

"Good." He let go of my ear. I held it and frowned.

He gave me a vaguely stern smile, "Now hurry down" finishing the little visit by giving me a swat, then walking out.

"Bloody hell" I muttered to myself before I started to dress.

And also to show that Carlisle and Jasper are bad-aces. I didn't screw up there characters too much right? If I did please tell me in a careful NOT flamey way. I haven't added to this story in a year or so do to my extremely fragile feelings. Pathetic, I know. Please comment and let me know what you think! I promise kade won't be so wimpy in most of the upcoming chapters, and I'll try to Edward and Bella it up.