A/N:
So, hi. I'm back. This story was a bit random but it featured our favourite family and what happens once Carlisle's reached the end of his teather.
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Edwards point of view.
The expression 'never throw rocks in glass houses' had ever been so accurate.
...The only difference at the moment was the fact that Emmett was mid-launching Jasper across the garden.
It being a beautiful day and all, Carlisle took the morning off work; he swapped a shift so he would instead be leaving at eight in the evening so both he and Esme suggested the whole family spend the day in our luxurious garden, with the forest trees being our boundary line. A very rare moment was of course the whole family relaxing together in the garden.
Esme began pulling up weeds with Nessie helping her, both wearing flowery dresses but of different colours, Carlisle was reading a book while wearing sunglasses which covered most of his face, lazing around in the seat of the bench. Bella was mucking around with Emmett and Jasper, who were supposed to be playing football but as said before were launching each other across the garden, as for Alice and Rosalie; well they were talking about some kind of design for new shoes. We were all glistening in the sun like jewellery.
Anyway, glass houses.
Esme had gone inside to fetch something with the beautiful little girl that was my daughter, Emmett had argued with Jasper that he scored a touchdown, which he didn't, and they had got into an argument and before anyone could interfere he threw Jasper across the yard and with a smash, he landed through the gigantic green house, thousands of tiny crystals flying through the air. Many lie across the lawn, some landed onto Carlisle and his book and a few landed on my open palms.
The sound echoed through my ears as the snap of Carlisle's medical journal slapped to a close, and then the roar echoed. Never before had I seen such a patient, compassionate father lose his temper this bad. The words were echoed separately to emphasise his fury and the next sentence which fell from his mouth shocked all.
"FOR F**K SAKE!"
He obviously didn't yell the asterix but because this is Carlisle we're talking about, it was the only thing I could hear. He never swore, ever.
Esme had cleverly covered Nessie's four year old ears just in time to stop her from hearing Carlisle's angered cussing.
Once he had finished (because he continued to to yell for a bit); Emmett, who had Jasper in a backwards headlock so that his body was just about balanced on his shoulders, dropped what he held in his arms. Jasper fell on to the fragments of glass, never once ignoring Carlisle's twitching glare, and rose ever so slowly.
Rosalie's eyes darted to the boys and Alice leant on her left leg with an expression of humoured smugness beholding her face.
She'd warned Emmett earlier not to break anything.
He was even swearing in his head, aconsistent string of swear wrds I would never have trusted him to know.
"Carlisle, my love, it's only a glass house. We'll get another one." His wife smiled warmly and tapped Nessie's shoulder so she was encouraged to go inside. She carefully watched her grandfather's eyes but did as she was told. We shared a look.
We'd been with the man longer than anyone here...he'd never lost his temper before.
"Oh no, Esme, I'm fed up to the back teeth of this family disregarding everything!' He was on his feet, looking disappointedly at all of us before turning his attention to my brothers.
'Emmett, Jasper. You two break everything. Absolutely everything, I can't afford it anymore! No billionaire could, it's ridiculous, you are not newborns any longer! Oh but as long as you get a laugh out of it- then it's okay and even highly comical!'
He raised his hands to his hair, pulling it from his neat position.
Man, he looks pissed. Emmett thought. I rolled my eyes. But Carlisle's wrath continued.
'Alice, are you kidding me?! Renesme is not a Barbie doll, stop it. Neither is Bella, or Esme or Emmett or me! You do not need to buy a new range of socks just to have in the cupboard. We do not need a thousand different types of toothbrushes and the toothpaste to go with it; we don't even need that many clothes, it's ridiculous!'
The more he ranted, the angrier he got.
'Rosalie- you are ungrateful, rude, selfish and unbelievably immature. Yes, you have had hard life, so has every person in this damn world, get over it. Jacob is part of this family, stop flushing the little amounts of human food-in which we buy for not only his welfare but others as well- down the toilet, stop burning his clothes, or insulting his family or pack, it's not fair to Nessie!"
He took a breath and looked towards Bella who was trying very hard to surreptitiously walk towards me.
"Oh, don't think you two are getting out of it. Bella-"
I growl but he continues.
"Stop passing your child off on us so you can both go and have the most enormous amount of raucous sex anywhere and everywhere! News flash-VAMPIRE HEARING! Stop having sex when we're in the house and for Godsake-'
He looks to Esme whose frowning at him, just as angry at his outburst as he is angry at us forbeing the cause of it. His eyes go to me.
'Stop ruining our headboards.'
If I were human I might've blushed.
'Edward; the one male who I trust more than my ownself. Out of the loving and caring of our hearts, we lend you are loving island for you to look after and you shred it to pieces, you scare the cleaners and don't even bother to tell us of its damage. That's something we have to find out for ourselves!'
In my defence, this isn't the sort of thing you announce to your father onthe retun trip of getting your wife pregnant.
'You've spent all your prior-Bella-state feeling sorry for yourself and no matter what this family have done for you, you've looked down on us all!"
I felt my mouth fall agape, Esme was about to say something but Carlisle stopped her.
"I know you feel it undeniably important to defend them, my darling. But I've had enough, I've said my piece and if you need me, I'll be in my study, fixing the broken bookshelves -thank you Rosalie and Emmett-, fixing the computers -Alice, Jasper-, clearing up my granddaughters toys and clothes of which she's been raised to disregard every two minutes -Edward, Bella- and finally picking all the shard of glass out of the corners of my home."
With that, he turned on his heels, threw his sunglasses to the ground and walked into the house. Spontaneously picking up Renesmee by the back door, kissing her on the forehead and carrying her to his study while in fluent Italian conversation to her about loosing his temper.
It was completely silent, Esme (smiling warily at everyone) was about to speak again, but was this time interrupted by Emmett.
"Wow. He's really pissed off this time, In't he."
"You mean 'Isn't he'." I corrected.
"Emmett, don't be stupid!"
"Shut it, Emmett."
"It's always you who has to make the smart arse comment."
Esme looked at all of us and begged with her eyes for all of us to shut-up. The sun had hid behind a cloud, as if it was also scared by Carlisle's change in attitude and so looked for something to hide behind. The garden had lost its radiance; the only light shining was the reflection of the glass edges.
A smooth low voice emanated from Esme and once she had said her piece, she too left.
"I believe you have all angered him to the point of insanity and although you have obviously not done so purposefully , please remember your continuance of disrespect for him has finally led to this release. He doesn't mean all that he said, I can assure you all of that much, but had the lot of you even been willing to consider him all he does for you- Nessie not included because she is achild who offers her love dearly-, he certainly would not of needed to have this kind of outburst."
She smiled and kissed Emmett on the cheek as she too walked away, sighing in worry towards her husband.
Rosalie clucked her tongue. "Why is it always the misbehaving ones who get forgiven so easily."
Emmett dropped all childish manner, clearly looking guilty as he kicked his shoe with his other foot.
"Actually Baby, she's shown her affection by kissing me on the cheek to show that she still loves us all, the reason it was me was not because of popularity but because I was the closest to where she was standing, not for any other reason. Perhaps if you taken a moment to think not of yourself, you ight hav realised that."
Rosalie was stunned. I was stunned. Everyone present was stunned. He grinned childishly straightened his t-shirt and rubbed Rosalie's shoulder.
"Doodles-conoodles. What are we gonna do to cheer him up?!" He was grinning again.
Bella laughed. "Doodle-what?"
Alice had her eyebrows raised. "Are you kidding me? Doodles-conoodles?"
"It's my version of 'Anyway'. 'Anyway' is too boring and simple for me, so doodles-conoodles.!
They all continued to laugh, then Rosalie and Jasper joined in, looking more related the more in sync their laughter was.
How was I the only one not laughing at this?!
"Do none of you realise the fact that he's going to ignore this ever happened and treat us incredibly importantly from now on. He's going to be lovely and apologize for everything. Show affection; allow us to do whatever we want whenever we want!" I stated.
I slowly bent down picking up some glass and putting it in my pocket. Carlisle was more than a friend. He was my best friend, my father, the one person who had always shown hope when I believed there was none to show. The guilt would eat me up over the next few days if we didn't sort it out, we need some to do some serious thinking.
"Is that such a bad thing?" Rosalie flicked her hair towards the sun.
I shouldn't have done that! Why did I do that to my own family, I yelled and swore at them, how could I do that? I promised myself I wouldn't EVER do that. How can they ever forgive me, how will they-.
Carlisle's thoughts were interrupted by what I had evidence to believe was Renesmee.
She relayed a memory of when we went to England for his birthday. She was sitting on his lap and his was sitting on a large meadow and hills. Nothing was here, just a large meadow and the family, having fun in the middle of the night. Esme was lying right next to him, laughing at the pride evolving his features into that of a smug father, she had her hair into a lazy bun, her dress and cardigan relating in colours but suiting her heart shaped face in a way which lockedCarlisle's eyes to never leave her.
The rest of us, Jake included were playing some kind of Olympic obstacle course. We were all laughing. Bella had looked strangely sporty. She had a hungry competitive expression on her face, a basket ball in her hands; she chucked it towards Emmett who was dressed in a bear t-shirt; the consequence in having too much self confidence and challenging Jasper and myself, to wrestling match. We were all happy. Incredibly happy and Carlisle, looked content.
How had it gone wrong so quick after that?
"Well I don't know why he's taking this out on me. I've done nothing wrong." Rosalie glared towards the open window, she had deliberately said this icily believing he would hear her and feel awful. I felt the shame wanting to rip off her head but Alice interjected seeeing my planned future.
"Exactly, Rose. You've done nothing. You've treated him like nothing!" It was as if Alice had rose four hundred feet in the air. Her black hair shined and made a pact with her feeling of disgust. Rosalie looked to the glassy grass.
Jasper had said nothing until now.
"Well, it's obvious he won't believe ur apologies together, so we will all have to show our deepest sorrows by doing so individually." His Texan drawl had made Bella smile slightly but she nodded in agreement.
He put his left hand in his pocket, his eyes quickly diverting to judge the state of the glass house. It was bad to his view. It was more than bad, it was shameful. He tugged Alice's hand and gestured that they should leave the circle of fiery angst. They did so.
It was amusing watching them cross the grass to enter the house. Jasper made such silent steps yet they left footsteps in the grass but Alice sprang from each blade of grass, and it made a minute slicing sound as she did so. Bella imitated Jasper in trying to drag me away but I shook my head and kept my eyes locked on Rosalie's. Emmett caught my thought of motion or for once read my body language.
"Come on Hells-Bells, Lets see how much of a newborn you reall are." Bella laughed and ran towards the house, Emmett following on her heels.
It was the two of us. Just Rosalie and me, facing each other in pure anger, I was ready to growl at her, she continued to surround her thoughts on blaming Carlisle and how it was his own fault about the current situation for changing us all.
The house looked beautiful; it stood tall, proud and benevolent. It's radiance of white making the day seem brighter, and consequently making the reflection of the glass block my coherent view. His window was open. He was murmuring very low to Esme about how harsh he was. She was refusing to accept it and he was refusing to believe her.
I placed my hands Rosalie's shoulders and carefully directed her so she was in position toward the window of the study. She kept making a slight protest but I ignored it . I was standing behind her, visibly taller and the contrast of our hair colours standing out in a peculiar design. Her green top had shoulder pads in them and they disturbed my hands, they felt rough and weird.
"Edward what-"
"Rosalie, do me a favour and just shut it. Don't say anything. Just listen to his words." I had whispered the last sentence almost inaudibly in hope Carlisle didn't hear.
Her frame relaxed and she listened.
His words ran smooth, but cut deeply. "They're my children, Esme. Our children, maybe not legitimately, but that's what they are to me and it was beyond sick to say such a thing. I mean Bella and Edward, they're not as bad as we were when we were-"
Esme coughed, sensing we were listening, hemistook it to mean something else.
"-Are, (sometimes), yet I treated them as if it was a disease." This made me smile awkwardly, he now felt the embarrassment I felt several years ago, thhough in essence, I'd handle it far worse than he had with me. "It was wrong to say what I said to Bella We don't know how hard it is because we were all from broken families. It was cruel, beyond torture."
"You have to be cruel to be-"
"Maybe, my dear. But I took it too far. Pure dementedly evil. She and Edward spend every day looking after Nessie, and she's grown up to be wonderful and polite and kind... it must have taken all their effort-.'
'Oh my, Alice. She did nothing wrong-nothing yet I repeatedly made such a bad thing of her thorough set in this human facade. The clothes she buys, they are lovely, so gorgeous and she's so talented in spotting them then matching them with our features and our likes. Even Em, I mean, he even took the liberty in getting all embarrassed by calling up the hospital and going through several phoning procedures just to ask me if I wanted to spend some time with him one on one. I mean, Emmett did that. Emmett, the same Emmett who threatened to flush his own brothers head down the bathroom just because he assumed that Jasper forgot mother's day."
Rosalie attempted to shrug out of my hands, but I stayed firm.
"Listen." I repeated.
She sighed, she didn't want to listen, she felt guilty and just wanted to leave but like Esme said you have to be cruel to be kind.
"Poor Rosalie-"Carlisle began. He hadn't heard us so he carried on beating himself up.
"Edward-don't, let me go. I don't want to listen. Edward, let me go." She wasn't demanding, not even asking, just begging, pleading in fact. I felt horrible but ignored her, just kept my hands on her shoulders. Although the longer I stayed, the more I hated the shoulder pads.
"She's gorgeous, Esme. I mean you're my wife so I'm attracted to you but she got such a fierce beauty and that's relfected on the inside too. She's not selfish or rude-well sometimes but -she's just sensitive and what I have done? Kicked her when she's down, that's what I've done. How will I ever make it up to her? What about Jasper-"
"Carlisle Cullen, you listen and you listen now, you promise me you do nothing, just treat them how you would normally. Promise me you won't attempt any begging of forgiveness, you don't even mention it, you just treat them like you did before this morning's incident. You understand me?!"
"Esme- my dear, surely-"
She growled low and hearty. "Fine, I promise. I love you Mrs Cullen." She growled again, which was my warning to stop ear wigging and let her show her affection to Carlisle in peace.
He was still beating himself up.
Rosalie glanced at me. "Yeah, I know Edward. I know. I'll sort it out. Trust me."
The strangest thing, I did trust her. I just hoped Carlisle trusted Esme enough to listen to her. We would have to pick up the pieces this time but re-form them individually. Like we should be doing already.