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Chapter 4 – You Found Me

The days after I first met my mother were boring to the point of agony.

She worked full time at a travel agency to pay for the house mortgage. I spent most of my day wondering round the place, that under other circumstances I would have called home.

The homes around the area Elizabeth lived were all the same, none descript bungalows with the occasional coloured shutters. On the third day of just wondering about the city I saw a house completely different to all the others.

The walls of the bungalow were painted a bright yellow. The garden was full of bright flowers in interesting patterns and large shady trees covered children abandoned toys.

Climbing ivy wrapped around the wooden garage supports. The shutters were painted a tasteful light blue. Painted wooden butterflies hung on the rose trellises, they were painted bright red and multiples of patterns.

It looked like a place I used I use to know.

A place where prayers were answered, dreams came true and the sun shone everyday.

I stared at the house for a long time taking in the details, memorizing every corner. I walk on in to the humid air as I rounded the corner I
found a café amusingly titled Last Chance.

I dragged myself inside to the stench of cheap coffee and slightly off cakes.

The cafe its' self wasclean and brightly colored with lime green walls and red booths shaped around see through tables. I dragged my self in the booth furthest from the bar near the window looking out onto the main strip.

Across from me, as near to the bar as they could get to the bar was a group of Native
American teenager's though some looked like they might be in the early
twenties the was 10 of them with long arms and leg crammed in to a tiny
booth meant for about 4 people.

A girl with long brown hair that fell just below her waist went to serve them, I snickered, you could practically see the hormone bouncing off them. The waitress serving them suddenly tucked a piece of hair behind her head.

Suddenly like a jolt of electricity surging through me, I felt magically and strangely connected to this girl.

I just stared at her.

Her eyes were the color of melting cinnamon and brown sugar, her skin was whiter than pale snow, but soft and warm instead of ice cold.

A soft rosy brush colored her cheeks as she talked to the boy's slowly began to seep down her neck. One of the boys who looked about 18 slid his arms around her waist.

I could see even from 3 meters away her back stiffening. I wanted to run and pull her away from what ever was making her scared.

But I stayed put.

The brown-eyed angel gently disentangled her self from the arms around her and headed over to my table. "Sorry I took a while" She told me as she grabbed a notebook out of her pocket.

She wrinkled her nose for a second and a wave of slightly bitter sadness washed over her face. "Is everything alright?" I asked.

She smiled at me though it was still full of sadness.

I wanted to kill or violate anything that could cause her such sadness, I wanted to remove any trace of bitterness from her face

"It's fine Jake means well he; just doesn't know when to stop" She told me.

"Well in that case …" I answered "can I have a coffee and a Danish pastry please" I ansered.

I looked at her in what I hoped was a sympathetic way, she returned my look with a genuine smile and the affect on her face was incredible, it was like the sun coming out on a cloudy day.

She was transfixing and utterly beautiful. I spent the next half an hour admiring her from every possible angle. Ten minuets before the café shut I stepped out into the Seattle sunset.

A couple of blocks away from Elizabeth's house I still couldn't shack the feeling of something watching me.

Then I herd a familiar voice calling my name.

Carlisle.

He ran down 64th street. I smirked; he looked terrible his hair was matted and greasy.

His normally immaculate Paul Smith suit was crumpled and ruffled, a new one for Carlisle, I mean hell the guy even ironed his hospital scrubs.

"Son, Edward please comeback... no ones been able to get a nights sleep since you left."

My voice sounded cracked and dehydrated waves of guilt and pain washed over me.

I knew that I would have caused them pain but hearing someone so affected by it and who sound so upset and terrified by the memories brought it all home.

" Edward please can you just listen … Alice and Esme they spent a least a day and a half crying. Emmett, he won't even pick up a magazine or gaming control. Edward it's like the center of our world has been cut out, please we need you back."

His eyes that had looked slightly mad before clouded with unshed tears.

I all most broke then told him I would go and make everything better.

Tell them all that I forgave them and beg them for forgiveness myself.

But the next words stopped all of those thoughts.

"Lets go Edward, this hellhole has nothing to offer you. Your place is with us. Your family Edward; lets go." His voice seemed confidant of victory

"How can you say that Carlisle all your doing is judging huh. I mean your quite good at that." My voice was harsh and I could see it affected him deeply, his face turned as gray as the rain clouds gathering behind him

"…Edward we need to talk about this, as a family me and Esme both realize it was wrong not to have told you about … your adoption but come back we will explain it all." The pain was there again, evident in his eyes.

"Carlisle I came here to figure out who I am. I haven't done it yet so just go. I don't needed to save you; you need to save yourselves." I turned away tears gradually pooling in my eyes.

"Fine, I'll leave" his voiced sounded distant, unnatural like it had been preprogrammed.

I nodded afraid to speak in case my throat became tensed with tears. I heard him walk away and allowed the tears to begin to fall.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, I whipped round my hand tense.

It was him, his face looked victorious. I couldn't take it any more I slammed my fist around into his smug angel-like face.

I heard a crack and almost as if it was disconnected from my body a stab of pain shot though my hand.

Carlisle looked at me shock crashing over his eyes like a wave in the sea fast and sudden.

I watched almost as if it was in an old time movie, Carlisle stumbling down the street one hand clutched to his face, the car pulling out and crossing haphazardly over towards the freeway.

I began to laugh but the laughter died in my throat. I had just thrown away my stable future the one with a white picket fence and 2.6 children. I was scared.

I was in the unknown now.

The pooled tears began to flow down my cheeks and along my neck.

I stumbled forward walking along the street tiring to get away from all of the destruction I had caused.

Then I saw the yellow house, the reminder of all the places I had been in the place I had gone to.

It was too mush my sobs began to echo violently off the street corners.

Tears were running down my cheeks.

Then I felt two small arms encase my waist and the smell of strawberries assaulted my nose.

A head of brunette hair slid its way into my arms, I could hear her broken sobs, I looked down at the face, it was the girl from the café.

The murderous desire to find what was causing the fallen angel to cry overwhelmed me for a second.

Then I realized what she needed at that moment was comfort, comfort that I could give.

So I held in street listening to her tortured sob and allowing mine to rack my body.

As we cried the heavens open, weeping with us.

Pretty Plese the buttens just there.... :-)