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Don´t forget... errors or mine... characters are Stephanie Myers! Thankfully, she doesn´t seem to mind it when I play around with them!
What Becomes of the Brokenhearted?
Chapter Two
EPOV
"Edward," my mother chided over the phone. "Are you listening to me?"
"Yes, mother," I sighed, lying through my teeth, knowing that she would never hold it against me.
"Then what did I say?"
"Uhh…" I said dumbly, running a frustrated hand through my hair, then reached for my drink. The amber-colored liquid burned its way down my esophagus and gave me a momentary reprieve in the Esme Cullen inquisition.
Thankfully, she won´t hold it against me.
She never does!
"It´s okay, sweetheart," she conceded painfully, "I know that you have a lot on your mind and I don´t want to add to your worries, so I´ll just take care of things here until you get back."
"Thanks, Mom," I sighed in exasperation, knowing that I owed her better than this. "I know that I´m inconveniencing you and dad, but I have no idea where the hell she is. She´s never been gone this long," I said a little more harshly than I intended.
"Nonsense, Son," my mother scoffed at my foolish words. "You could never inconvenience your father and me. You are our son and we will always be here for you! Besides, Ms. Cope has been having the time of her life."
Ahh… Shelly, my mouth twisted into a crooked wry smile. She´s like a grandmother to me! I know that I´ll have lots to undo by the time I make it home.
Home!
More like a fucking prison!
My life was a fucking train wreck!
Had been since the day that she came into my life!
"Thanks Mom," I mumbled feeling defeated. "I´ve got one more lead to checkout and then I´ll be on the first flight back to Chicago."
"Take your time, son, everything is fine here," she reassured me. "I love you, and please, take care of yourself."
"Love you too Ma," was my quiet response, before I disconnected the call.
Immediately, my hand went to my hair and the self-loathing began. Why I ever fucking got involved with her in the first place was beyond me, but such was my fucking life now.
Where the fuck was she?
Does she not she care that there people depending on her at home?
Care?
That´s a fucking joke!
About herself, yes… about us… fuck no!
I laughed bitterly and threw back the rest of my whiskey; I don´t drink often, after all, I´ve got fucking responsibilities.
Unlike some people I know!
I slapped a twenty dollar bill on the bar, flipped up the collar of my wool coat, and stepped out onto cold damp streets of Seattle.
On a quest to find my wayward wife!
Tanya… where the fuck are you?
No worries... just a few bumps in the road! Just stick with me and we´ll get there together! More later today!