PROLOGUE
"Carlisle, honey, wake up!" Esme whispered frantically. She gently shook her husband while he began to stir.
"Esme, what's wrong?" Carlisle asked, becoming alert once he saw the scared look on her face.
"I think I heard something…There! It happened again. Did you hear it?" Her voice quivered with fear as her mind raced with crazy possibilities of what could be making such a noise.
"Yes, I heard it. You stay here, okay? I'll go check it out." Carlisle grabbed one of his heavier golf clubs from the closet before heading toward the disturbance downstairs. He heard what he thought was the door banging shut, along with some chairs being moved around. Convinced there was an intruder in his home, he adjusted his grip on the club as he made his way down the stairs. Once he got to the bottom, he crept to the corner that was between him and the kitchen. He got closer…and closer…until:
"Holy goodness!" Carlisle shouted, the same time as his son yelled.
"God, Dad, what's wrong with you!? Playing golf this early; and in the house?" Edward chuckled and stumbled slightly.
Still breathing heavily, Carlisle asked, "Edward, are you okay? What's wrong? You don't seem very steady there." He noticed the dazed look on his son's face, along with the red hue to his cheeks and eyes.
"Of course…Pops! Isallgood!" He slurred, practically shouting now.
"Shhh! Edward, please, your mother is trying to sleep. Or, we were trying to sleep. You nearly gave her a heart attack. Why are you just getting home now, anyway?" After their initial scare, Carlisle could tell something was wrong, and he was none too happy about it. "For goodness' sake, it's three in the morning!" He hissed, trying to keep his voice level down.
"Well, obviously, I was out having fuuuun; unlike you, always so uptight." Edward put extra emphasis on his t's, and it was quite clear to his father what was going on.
"Edward, a-are you drunk?" Carlisle asked incredulously, smelling the beer on his son's breath.
"Maybeee…okay, a little. But it's no big deal, really. So were a lot of the other guys, and they were sma-ashed." He laughed harder now, teetering dangerously on his feet. Before he could fall, Carlisle rushed to him and caught Edward under his arms.
"Whoa, there, we'll talk about this tomorrow. For now, why don't we get you to sleep? You've still got school tomorrow." He helped his son to walk up the stairs, having to drag him most of the way as Edward was too drunk to really support any of his own weight. Scowling, Carlisle shut Edward's door with a sigh. How did it come to this? When did things get this bad? Despite his shortcomings, Carlisle still loved his son, so he decided what was best now was for Edward to sleep it off. Tomorrow he could begin the Cullen inquisition.
Well, there you have it folks :) What do you think so far? I know that it's really short (an understatement) but it's only the prologue. I hope to have the first chapter up soon, but it would be nice to have some feedback first. Please review! This is my first story to be posted up here, and I would certainly love to have your opinions on how you think this is going to go. Bear with me, since I'm still quite the rookie here, and don't exactly know what I'm doing :) Thanks! Soo, click that little button down there. You know you want to! If I get at least some reviews and/or messages, I promise to post the first official chapter, which is longer than this, I promise! Thanks again, and I hope you enjoy!
~ Shannon
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