Well Hello! So its been almost a YEAR since I updated but I finally have some time and I will finish this story. I have another 3 stories planned so I'm trying to work through all my stories. So this is kind of a filler-esc chapter. Hope you guys like it. BTW i will be making a photobucket or a page so i can put all the photos up of everything for each of my stories. P.S. I am in desperate need of a beta. So point me in the direction of someone good! :)


Running, running.

Quick footsteps on the sidewalk.

"Father? Father?" My voice screamed into the darkness.

"Carlisle?" a weak voice replied. I tried to find it, but couldn't. It was everywhere but nowhere at the same time.

"Father!" I screamed.

"Carlisle? Carlisle wake up sweetie." Esme's soft voice woke me from my nightmare.

"Esme?"

"Hi."

"You stayed?"

"I told you I would." She smiled as she rested her arms on my chest supporting her head.

"I didn't think you would." I mumbled like a fool.

"Then do you want me to leave?" She questioned but before she could move, my arms wrapped around her waist.

"No, I don't want you to leave."

"What were you dreaming about?"

"My father. I heard him, at least I think I did. When I tried to find where his voice was coming from I couldn't. I don't understand it though. How could a voice be everywhere but be coming from nowhere? It's not possible through the laws of physics." I sighed as Esme's hand moved to my hair and twirled a piece of hair. It would have seemed like a girly gesture but it was soothing to me.

"Not everything makes sense in dreams Carlisle. There is no reality; it's all just a figure of your imagination." Esme whispered as she became more and more fascinated with a strand of my hair.

"I just guess I never understood how much I actually did care for my father. However I don't get why he never told me about his heart." I felt a pang of guilt rush through my body.

How could I not know my father was sick?

Why didn't he trust me with this?

"Carlisle," Esme pressed her hand against my cheek, "I know I haven't known you for long at all but I can see you over thinking this. You did nothing. Wrong. I promise you. Stuff like that always happens, it's unexplainable. Just please don't beat yourself up."

"I'll try not to, but I just don't get it." I groaned in frustration.

"Carlisle you listen to me, I don't want you to beat yourself up about it. Your father may have wanted to keep his health problems a secret because perhaps he didn't want you to doubt yourself."

"But I could have helped him, with everything."

"No you couldn't have. Carlisle there is nothing that you could have done."

"Yes I could," I rolled out from Esme's grasp and grabbed onto my hair in frustration, "I could have tried to cure him."

"Are you a doctor?"

"No, but I want to be."

"You couldn't have done anything. Not at this point in time. Maybe in about thirteen or so years you will save somebody who is precious and means the world to you." She smiled as her little hand rubbed soothing circles on my back.

"You think so?"

"I know so, but right now I have to go home. My father will be very angry if he finds out I spent a night at a man's house." She laughed.

"And a middle class man at that."

"Yea," she laughed, "that too."

"Thank you for being here for me Esme."

"Don't worry about it." She said as she slipped her white gloves on with her hat already securely attached to her caramel colored hair. "Carlisle, what exactly did your father do?"

"He was a pastor at the local church."

"Saint Mary's? "

"That's the one."

"I guess that's where you work."

"Yeah, although now that father passed I don't know what's going to happen."

"I'm sure it will work out."

"Thank you."

"I will see you around Carlisle." Esme smiled.

EPOV

As I left Carlisle's little house, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. He was a middle class man with a job at a church. I knew very well that daddy would not approve. It wasn't because he didn't believe in God, it was just that I was an upper class lady who would most likely be matched up with some boring man thirty years my senior. I didn't have a choice in the matter.

But Carlisle, he was kind. Different from the middle class men I had come across. He was polite; he seemed older than his seventeen almost eighteen years. I knew he was destined for great things. It was inevitable.

As I walked down the street, the edge of my hat covering my eyes I thought about how I could see Carlisle again. The only option I had was to go to his father's funeral.

I walked through the door of my family's mansion, closing it carefully to make as little noise as possible.

"Esme is that you?" My father's deep voice called from the living room.

"Yes it's me daddy."

"Where have you been?" He demanded when I walked into the living room. My father was a big man. Not fat just big. Came off kind of scary. His favourite accessory was his Cuban cigar; he would go through about two a day no problem. But the smoking never showed up on his features. He still looked young even in his fifties. My father was much older than my mother, that's what I would be forced into.

"I stayed at Barbara's, daddy."

"Did you girls have fun?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well that's good. Now Esme go change I have someone I want you to meet. I think you will really like him." My father smiled.

I turned around and began making my way to my room.

"Really like him?" I thought. Nobody daddy has introduced me to have I liked. How would this one be different? Have more money, a better social status? I was angry as I took my anger out on my hair, brushing through the knots that had formed during the night.

Once happy with the result, I grabbed hold of my red lipstick. Carefully applying it to my lips not to smudge it on my skin. I stepped to my closet and pulled out a white two piece suit like combo. It looked sophisticated and daddy approved of me wearing it.

I checked myself in the mirror again and decided I was decent enough. As I walked through the door of my bedroom I sprayed a little amount of perfume onto my neck.

Downstairs I heard a discussion. I cleared my throat as I stepped into our family's living room to see my daddy, momma and a mysterious man sitting around the coffee table.

"Ahh, Esme there you are dear." My mother smiles she came towards me and wrapped her arm around my waist. My mother was a gracious and youthful woman. She was seventeen years younger than my father. She never loved my father as far as I was aware, she was outspoken but very repressed by my father. I felt sorry for her, she could have had a great life and yet she gave into her father's wishes and married only then to give birth to me nine months later.

"Esme I would like you to meet Charles Evenson."

"Pleasure to meet you." Charles said as he leaned down and kissed my hand. Charles was an alright looking man. He was slightly taller than me, hazel eyes and blond hair. He was well built and well groomed.

"Likewise."

The conversation continued into the evening. I found out that Charles was in his early thirties and was a business man, quite a successful one. The conversation moved onto his parents who had unfortunately passed away.

"Mr Platt have you heard the pastor of Saint Mary's passed away."

"You mean Pastor Cullen?"

"Yes."

"Oh that is a shame. He had a boy Esme's age right?"

"Yes, Charlie or Carl..." My mother muttered.

"I believe its Carlisle."

"Have you met him Esme?" My father questioned.

"Yes daddy, Barbara goes to Saint Mary's and I have attended with her a couple of times. My hat fell off and Carlisle helped me." I lied.

"He probably wanted some class to rub off on him." Charles laughed a sinister laugh. My parents joined in. I was appalled.

"I think I will attend the funeral." I said. All three pairs of eyes snapped to me.

"Why would you do that?" Charles questioned.

"Well daddy told me to always show respect."

"That's my girl." My father smiled and embraced me.

"If you will excuse me, I'm tired. I should head to bed." I said.

"Daddy, Momma. Charles," I practically sneered his name, "goodnight." I said but just as I was about to leave the room, I felt an arm around my wrist.

"Esme, I would like to see you again." Charles said.

"I don't think it would work. I'm sorry." I smiled as I escaped upstairs.


Okay so what do you think? Although I didnt think I should call the guy Charles but I researched it and he was called Charles, therefore it was Charles. Review and tell me what you think! Love Anna x