A/N sorry it's a little short but the next chapter is a longen' so Please just wait.
I don't own any of it *sobs* I love them…. So much
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Chapter 3 – Sunsets in the Desert
The drive to Queens Gate Seattle was long and hard, but I gave me time to reflect on what I had found.
No matter which way I put it Carlisle and Esme were always guilty, that hurt.
They kept something like this, something that changed every thing I knew to themselves.
I tried to put myself in their position but nothing work they already had a son and daughter so why would they be looking for another one.
It didn't make sense and until I spoke to them again, it never would.
The nights on my journey were cold and still, the days long and dusty.
I woke up early every morning at five-thirty I slept either in the back of the Volvo or on the ground when the heat became too oppressive.
Whenever I came to a river I would jump in to clean of all the sweat and dirt that piled up from days of driving.
After a day and a night of continuous calls and texts from every family member I shoved my blackberry in to the glove compartment and hoped never to hear it again.
Food on the road was terrible consisting of Macdonald and any thing I could find in the local Wal-Mart, not good.
After a week of driving, getting lost and driving again I found the right house I sat looking at it for a long time before I walk up to the door.
The house was in a fairly nice part of Seattle, it was a one-floor bungalow but looked clean and tidy and garden was well kept.
I knocked on the door to the house a couple of second later a woman… no my mother could be heard calling "wait a moment." and pushing the bolt across.
The door slid open to revel the face that had been haunting my every wakening moment and every sleeping dream.
The face of my mother
Her face had stood well against the passage of time only a worry line on her head showed any true signs of ageing.
As she looked at me her eyes filled with tears. "Edward…" she asked my voice was stuck; all I could do was nod.
She rushed forward pulling me into her arms, both our eyes clouded with the shadows of tears. We went inside the living room.
We talked for hours about everything that had happened
. I found out so many things: my father was dead from a mining accident, Carlisle and Esme had given birth to a still-born baby a couple off days before my birth and how they had beg and cajoled my mother into giving me up.
Telling her that she couldn't take care of me and that I would be better off with them.
My hate for them increased when she told me how they had practically ripped me away from her only two hours after my birth.
I told her about my life, all of its ups and downs.
I told her about Alice, Emmett and their stories.
As we talked we watched the sun falling over the dessert.