Whoo!! What does Edward's papaw have to saw about THAT!? Let's find out shall we?
CPOV
"Sitting at the breakfast table the same as every Sunday morning, I read something interesting. You think you could tell me something about this, son?" I slammed the folded up newspaper on my sons nightstand. The evidence was way too clear. He'd been having lots of 'study sessions' with his new professor. I was so proud of my Edward. Getting into college so soon in his life. He was such a bright child. Him taking extra time to study was acceptable, I mean he was sixteen and in college already. We were thrilled when Miss. Isabella offered to tutor him. But now, it was obvious. She wanted our son, for herself. Wanted to take him and taint him in a way only a lover can, and the sickening part was he wanted it as well.
The expression on my sons face said everything. I could feel Esme hovering by the door. I lost it.
"You let that hore fuck you and said nothing to us!?" I screamed. I didn't usually find it polite to cuss, but all my inhibitions were out the window at this point. Edward stood and smashed his guitar into the floor, looked me in the eye and yanked me forward.
"Don't you ever," he started in a deadly tone, "Talk about Bella that way, you son of a bitch."
Id never been afraid of my son. But at this moment…I was terrified. Edward bent over his bed grabbed his school bag and car keys and ran down the stairs. And there was no way I could stop him.