A.N– Welcome to the sequel of 'A Moment Of Truth'. It's going to be a much improved story to its predecessor I promise you!

Just a quick note that in each part it was have a different time period; e.g. 13 years later. Just so you know it means 13 years from when the triplets were born and the last story finished.

The four years before is four years before the 13 years; so 9 years ago. Also in part two that is 14 years from their birth again.

Hope that makes sense.

As always please review and tell me what you think and if there are any improvement that's need to be made. Criticism is very welcome!

Chapter One: The Introduction

Charlotte

Part One: Prologue; 16 years in the making

Part Two: Look–a–Likesand Photographs

(( It was the only place I'd ever known.

Turned off the light on my way out the door.

I will be watching wherever you go;

through the eyes of a fly on the wall.
Take the pain out of love and love won't exist.

Everything we had is no longer there… ))

Everything We Had

The Academy Is…

Part One: Prologue; 16 years in the making

13 years later…

"I can't live here anymore!" Beckett yelled grabbing at the clothes messily adorning his room.

"Please, can't we just talk about this?" Bella pleaded trying to unpack his belongings as he stuffed them in his backpack.

"No we can't; I want to live with Dad!" He zipped up his bag slinging it over his shoulder and pushing his way out of his bedroom door.

"Edward is just as much your father!" Bella shot back blocking his exit, her golden orbs flashing.

"He's not my real Dad!" Shoving past Bella he walked to the staircase knowing, that no matter what Bella said, she wasn't going to physically stop him leaving.

"Beckett, talk to me; what's wrong?!" She called after him, stopping at the foot of the stairs he looked back at her angrily.

"I hate this house, I hate these people, you don't understand me and there is just something… weird about this family; I can't live here!" He snarled taking a step down before stopping as looking back to Bella, "and you all smell horrible!"

He shoved past Amelie and I half way down the stairs; where we had been watching the argument.

"Have fun without me!" He snarled glaring towards Amelie with unjustified hate, ignoring me altogether.

Bella ran down the stairs in a flash but made no attempt to stop him this time. The rest of the family had joined in a small group at the front door as if they knew exactly what was going to happen. Then again; the yelling was a sure give away.

Carlisle stepped forward; his face calm and wise.

"You are free to leave; just remember you're always welcome in this house."

Beckett rolled his eyes and walked outside where Jacob was waiting; his cars engine already running. Beckett's face seemed to light up as his saw him as he ran towards the front passenger seat.

"Will you ever visit?" Bella called rushing to the door, holding onto Edward.

"Why torture myself?" He called back before slamming the door as they sped off into the night; leaving the rest of the family standing watching as they disappeared.

I looked over to Amelie; my mouth hanging open a little in shock. She looked back at me, a slight smirk playing her lips.

"Good riddens." She muttered, walking off back to her room upstairs.

That was the last time Beckett ever set foot inside our house; the Cullen's household. It seemed he made a far more dramatic exit that Amelie had.

4 years before…

The four of us walked along La Push beach; Beckett and Jacob to my left, Amelie to my right.

The silence had grown deathly as Jacob tried to sway Amelie from ignoring him after their latest argument.

Those two just didn't seem be alike in anyway and every encounter ended in a fight.

I looked between the two unsure what to do; these disputes were normal but never seemed to end well never the less.

Amelie suddenly stopped crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm not coming back." She stated unhappily.

Jacob went to say something back but decided against it, closing his mouth and nodding.

"I'm calling Dad and going home." She said; Jacob simply nodded again.

He didn't even try to correct her that technically he was her Dad not Edward. After 9 years of trying he must have finally accepted he would always be just Jacob to her.

Beckett, Jacob and I watched as she drove off in Edwards Volvo out of La Push.

I turned to Beckett who seemed at ease almost… relived by all this.

"Good riddens." He smiled to me walking back to Jacob's garage to help out with his latest car. I sighed and walked off to find Leah.

That was the last time Amelie ever came with us to La Push for our fortnightly visits to catch up with Jacob…

"It seems from an early age each of my siblings knew what they wanted. They knew who they liked and didn't like and it seemed they didn't need a reason to why either.

It just seemed to be accepted by the Cullen half of the family that Beckett hated them all.

Nobody questioned it and for the 13 years he lived there nobody reacted to his insults comments or the fact he avoided them at all costs.

It seemed completely understood when he left home to live with Jacob; it was as if they had seen it coming.

I had often questioned them about it. Nobody gave me a straight answer but from what I could tell they still loved him.

If anything Emmett was the only really disappointed one; he had always wanted to take him 'hunting'.

It was the same when Amelie stopped going to La Push; I just didn't get it. "

Part Two: Look-a-Likes and Photographs

14 years later…

"Even though we had shared a womb for 9 months and were in turn related did not mean that in any way they were to be considered alike.

In fact many people never thought we were related; let alone triplets.

It seemed we each took after different family members somehow…"

I lay back on the back seat of the car resting my feet on the roof of the car. All four doors as well at the trunk and bonnet of the car were open allowing the blaring music to seep in.

Jacob and Beckett were working on the engine of the car talking to each other in a mechanical language I couldn't understand; nor did I make any effort to learn.

Even when Beckett had moved in with Jacob and Amelie had stopped going there all together I kept up my every two week visit ritual.

As I watched them work together it became more and more obvious just how alike they were.

Of the three of us Beckett took after Jacob entirely. He wasn't quite as tall as him yet but everything else down to the shape of their noses was identical.

The only real difference was their movement.

Jacob, despite his height, moved gracefully and was scarily coordinated. Beckett on the other hand moved with clumsiness of a teenage boy.

***

Back at home, the soft notes of the piano drifted throughout the room. I was lying on the couch watching Amelie play the piano intently focused with Edward by her side, smiling proudly.

Amelie had taken after Edward inevitably.

Her copper brown hair snaked down her back and matched Edward's messy tresses exactly. Their expressions held the same concentrating look precisely. The only difference was their eyes; Edward's seemed to be almost golden although I could never really be sure; they seemed to change daily. Amelie's were a boring hazel in comparison but although different colours they still seemed the same.

I shook my head in amazement watching what looked like a father - daughter union; but that wasn't possible. From the very basic and vague explanation the three of us had been given, Jacob was in fact, our biological father. Yet it seemed Amelie held no resemblance to him or our mother Bella. It was a question I had thought long and hard about with no success. I had often questioned Bella about it and although I never received an answer deep down I could tell she knew why.

4 years before…

"Sitting up I looked into the mirror hanging on the wall. I frowned at the reflection; it was plain and simple to see who my siblings had taken after but as for me – I couldn't find anyone…"

"Bella, who do I look like." I had asked sitting in the bathroom with my mother one morning getting ready for school.

"Charlotte honey; why don't you call me Mum?" Bella had asked with a smile brushing the nots out of my curls.

"It's just easier to call everyone by their first names." I shrugged.

"From an early age I had always been confused by the whole Jacob and Edward father thing. Was I meant to call Jacob Dad and Edward Edward or both of them Dad? Would one get offended if I called them a certain thing?

I had decided in the end it was just easier; Bella was Bella, Jacob was Jacob and Edward was Edward. It took them all a while to get used to but after a while they all accepted it…"

She laughed before focusing back on the previous question.

"You look like me of course." She stated simply looking back down at my hair momentarily.

I frowned.

No I didn't.

Bella was perfect; her skin was flawless and her eyes shone with the same golden shade as Edwards did. The only similarity we shared was our hair colour and even then mine was curly and messy and hers was always sleek and straight.

"You're kidding me right?" I muttered rolling my eyes.

Another soft laugh passed her lips as she bent down so our faces were side by side.

"I've… changed a lot since I was your age." She began before quickly slipping out of the bathroom.

I frowned, confused, until she quickly came back grasping a photo and passing it to me.

"That was me when I was your age."

I looked at it in shock; Bella had changed so much!

"See what I mean?" She smiled, "You have your grandfather's curls but the rest of you is inherited from me."

I stared at the photo more; it was just like me.

"What happened… you've changed so much?" I asked, startled.

She shook her head pulling my hair into a pony tail.

"A lot happened. Hold on to the photo if you like." She smiled walking out leaving me more confused than I started.

There was more to this than anyone was willing to tell me.