Ok, ok. So before you tell me that this is OOC, I will tell you again that Carlisle is very OOC (at least in this chapter).
Another thing to tell you is that: this is NOT in the 1600s.
When I got the idea for this, it was going to be some crazy ass crack-fic about Carlisle being a pimp and all that shit, but then...aren't there enough of those fanfics out there? So I came up with Carlisle's Journal.
Don't worry, the other Cullens do show up eventually.
Carlisle's secret:
Dear journal,
My father. I cannot believe him.
He inststs that I become a clergyman as he, and the previous men of my family have done.
"Carlisle, you will become a religious man if I have to die in order for you to do it!" he had yelled, determined.
"Well I hope I'll be lucky enough to see that!" I spat back. My mother had sobbed in the corner.
I turned to the door, but her hand stopped me.
"Son, where are you going?" she asked eyes were red and puffy already.
Could I do it? Could I say it to her face that I was going straight to the nearest strip club? No. So I chose the easier option: I shoved he off me, as gently as I could with my anger, which wasn't very gentle. But it was easier than telling her, wasn't it? So I did what I most did these days.
I slammed the door behind me as I sprinted down the familiar path to the nearest strip club I could find. It wasn't my first time here, so it was very familiar.
It was here where I heard about opium also. I'd been to the opium house many nights before this one, but I don't think the drug is needed today, in fact, a few drinks may satisfy me.
I ordered some whisky, and before I knew it, I had lost count.
I was the most I had ever drank, and it felt amazing.
I laughed. How could I, Carlisle Cullen, ever become a priest? I don't think they should accept me, yet they are forcing me! Aren't priests supposed to avoid pre-marital sex? Did they think I was a virgin or something? Do priests take opium? I think not, dear journal.
I know, that was short. But I want to do an entry a chapter, and well. The beginning isn't very eventfull, but I have to explain it anyway.
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