Esme Platt the Mother
Summary - After the death of her abusive husband, who kept her estranged from her children, Esme Masen meets Dr. Carlisle Cullen, a man who challenges her and helps her realize just how much of life she's been missing out on. Join Esme on her journey of self-discovery as she reconnects with her sons and finds love with Carlisle. AH Canon
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A/N: This story was loosely inspired by The Velveteen Mother by Krismom (To those who don't know, the story was pulled for some plagiarizing problems). I don't care what problems she had with plagiarism, the story itself inspired me. I didn't plagiarize; I just came out with a plot. If you have issues with that, please don't bother reading or reviewing. This is just writing for fun.
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Chapter 1: Stranger to My Own Blood
I looked at the coffin as it was getting buried. I tried to cry, I tried to get the tears to come down, but all I felt was relief.
He was really gone, I was free.
However, he took my control with him, just like he did whenever he went. He took away anything that I had. Even after he died, he took something of mine with him.
What am I going to do now?
"Esme, I'm so sorry for your loss."
I looked up at the unknown stranger and nodded. It was amazing how many people came; they wouldn't if they knew who they had just buried.
How can this man be cared by so many people? I didn't even know one-tenth of them, and I was the wife of this man who had just died.
No, Esme. Now you're not a wife. You're now his widow.
It's amazing, he's dead yet I am still titled because of him.
"Esme, are you okay, dear?" I felt myself being wrapped by my longtime friend.
I wanted to laugh; I didn't even know anything about her besides her name. She didn't know the true me. No one did. I was someone else when they met me. I was a wife of someone I didn't want to marry.
"I want to leave, Elizabeth." I confided. "I want to get away."
"Of course, dear." Elizabeth looked at me sympathically, thinking I couldn't handle my husband's death. She didn't understand that I had been waiting for this freedom ever since I was married.
Elizabeth Ronald took me away from the crowd of unknown people and back to my house. Finally, the place where I could find some peace.
One Week Later
I laughed as I emptied the rum and vodka. I had lost my hand on blackjack again, yet, I couldn't get over the rush of winning and losing.
"One more." I laughed, pushing my chips on the table.
"Are you sure, Esme? I think you played enough for tonight." Elizabeth looked at me with concern.
I glared at her but kept pushing the chips I had left.
She had been annoying me like she was my keeper. She didn't understand how I could be drinking and gambling just a week after my husband died. She didn't get that the so called husband of mine was a bastard and I was celebrating his death.
"One more." I sneered.
Elizabeth sighed in defeat but let me play. I would just drive back to my own home, instead of sleeping at her house. That will show her that Esme no longer listens to anyone. She is her own keeper. No one can keep her from doing anything. I smirked as I kept playing. The night went on and before I knew it, my sight was lost in the dark.
I woke up, groaning as I felt dizzy. I stood up and ran to the bathroom when I felt my stomach turn.
"Esme dear, are you okay?" I heard Elizabeth call my name loudly as I kept throwing up. My head pounded as if someone would drive nails against the wall.
"I'm fine." I gasped from dry throat. I washed my face with cold water and started to brush my teeth from the bitter taste.
"Oh, Esme. I had told you to not drink so much. What is wrong with you woman? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Is that what this is about?" Elizabeth glared, coming behind me to rub my back.
I rolled my eyes but ignored her. I couldn't believe she was still here. She refused to let me stay alone in my own house last night and she was still here this morning. The old hag didn't get the message to leave me alone. The other women in my kitty party had no problem to let me get on with my life. But, this Elizabeth was impossible to get rid of.
"I'm fine, Elizabeth." I pushed her away and started to strip down for a bath. I didn't even care if the bathroom door was open. There wasn't anyone in this mansion size house, besides me and Elizabeth anyway. I had fired all the house cleaners days ago.
"Esme, what the hell are you doing?" Elizabeth screamed in horror. I rolled my eyes and went into the Jacuzzi. She acted as if she never seen a naked woman before.
"I'm taking a bath, you can see yourself out." I smirked and closed my eyes as the warm water filled the Jacuzzi.
"You can't take a bath right now! The doctor is here!" she screamed.
"What?" my eyes flew open as I saw blue widen eyes staring at me from the entrance.
I screamed, wrapping my arms around my chest as the man rushed out in shock.
Elizabeth also heard the man run out and ran after him, shutting the door loudly.
I moaned, slipping deeper down in the Jacuzzi. I couldn't believe he saw my chest! What the hell was he doing in my house? I will sue his ass.
Later on, I finished my quick bath, too quick for my liking. After getting over my embarrassment, I dressed respectfully and went downstairs. As I walked down the stairs I heard the sounds of the blue-eyed man and Elizabeth.
"I'm so sorry about that, Dr. Cullen. She is never this crazy. Since she has lost her husband, she has been out of it. It must be the heartache. I'm worried she is thinking of ending her life."
"I am doing no such thing." I announced my presence as Elizabeth gasped turning around, and the blue-eyed man turned his eyes on me once more. However I saw him linger to my chest for more than a few seconds. "I am perfectly fine. Now would you tell me why you and this man are in my house, without my permission, and discussing me as if I am a child?" I walked toward them slowly.
The mysterious man cleared his throat. "Mrs. Masen..."
"It's Platt!" I bellowed. "The name is Esme Platt." I glared at the mention of my old name. That was no longer my name. I was only Esme now. Esme Platt.
The man blinked, "of course, Ms. Platt. I am here to do your checkup. I have heard you might be having some problems."
My eyes narrowed, "as far as I know, I have made no house calls for any doctor. And for your information I am completely fine. I'm having no problems. You just mind your own business and leave."
"Esme..." Elizabeth walked toward me.
I raised my palm out to her. "Don't Elizabeth, tell this man to leave, and please you leave me alone, too. Now, if you;ll excuse me. I have some place to be." I turned around to climb back upstairs.
"Mrs. Masen."
The doctor's voice stopped my foot from mid stair.
I turned around, "It's Platt!" I yelled.
"How long has it been since Charles Masen has passed away, Mrs. Masen." The doctor ignored me and calmly asked.
"It's Platt!" I screamed back in response.
"I heard you have three sons, do you have any grandchildren? How many, Mrs. Masen?" He smirked.
His question threw me off. I had grandchildren. I knew Edward had three kids, or was that Emmett. How could I not know how many grandchildren I have?
He saw the fright in my eyes, "Tell me Mrs. Masen, what are the names of the grand kids?"
"It's Platt" I screamed again.
"Do they even know your name?" He yelled this time causing tears to fill my eyes. My hands trembled as they held the staircase. I saw Elizabeth look at me in squestioning surprise. I didn't want her to hear this. Why the hell was she still standing here? Why doesn't she leave!
"Get out." I whispered harshly.
"I will Ms. Platt, I will leave you alone. Elizabeth will leave you; I will leave you, just like your husband left you. But what about those people that you leave? Will they know you?" The doctor now walked toward. "Esme, may I call you, Esme?"
"No!" I glared stepping one step up as he took a step up the stair.
"Esme," he smirked, ignoring me.
Who does he think he is?
"I have been a doctor for many years, and you know who I have at home? No one. I have no parents, I have no wife, I have no kids, nor do I have any grandchildren. I have adopted kids who have cancer and I take care of them financially and meet them when I can. But they have never seen me at home. There is no one I have to go back home to. But you do, Esme. You have three sons, who you know nothing about. You have grandkids who don't even know your name. I might not have a family but my kids know me. After I die, I know those kids will remember me. Who will remember you, Esme? And what will they remember you by? An old woman who drunk herself to death? Gambled her money, leaving nothing for her own funeral?"
I didn't realize when he had gotten too close, until I slapped him. Tears blurred my sight. "You know nothing about me. You have no right to ask me anything." I whispered harshly.
He didn't give any reaction. "No one knows anything about you, Mrs. Masen. I pity people like you, who have people they could care about but are too full of yourselves to care. Do you even know your daughter-in-law names? I might be a stranger to you, but you are a stranger to your own blood. I'm not surprised you are drinking yourself down."
"It's Platt. You piece of Merde!" I sneered
I turned around to run upstairs when I saw him grinning at me in surprise. His ridiculous dimples making an appearance. I was surprised I still remembered my French.
I kept running and locked myself in my room, searching for my son's wedding pictures, address, phone number, anything I could get my hands on.
He was right; I was a stranger to my own blood. But it wasn't me who had made me a stranger. It was my own dead husband!