Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and all the characters. I'm just making one of them disappear and another try to find him.

AN: Sorry for the delay. I wasn't sure where to go with this.

There's not dance in this chapter because I didn't want one.

It happened like any normal dance, execpt Edward got a phone call, but it's all explained in the chapter, so don't worry.

Sorry if there's typos. I'm sure there's a lot. I didn't proofread.

Song: When It Rains -- Paramore
Why?: Some lines fit. Such as:
"So why can't you stay just long enough to explain."
And
"You always find an escape, Just running away, From all of the ones who love you, From everything."
I'm about 100% positive they song don't have anything to do with the chapter, but those lines DO fit.
And... I wanted a song so, yeah.
You'll understand after you read, I hope.

Masqued and Masked
Chapter 12: When it Rains.

--

When I woke up the next morning, I had a missed call and a voicemail on my phone from Alice. It said she called at 4:16 this morning, three hours after I'd last seen her. I wasn't sure what she'd need at that time of the morning, so I dialed my voicemail and entered my password and listened to her message.

"Bella," She'd started, "um, sorry for calling you so late… or early if you're sleeping, unlike me. But I'm just wondering if you're with Edward or not, because he's not here and he's not answering his phone. Call me if he's with you, please."

I was confused. Edward never came home? And he wasn't answering his phone?

I picked up my phone but didn't know who to call. Alice or Edward?

I decided Alice would be better, so I quickly dialed her number and waited for her to pick up.

Ring…ring…ring. She finally answered on the fourth ring.

"Bella! Please tell me Edward's with you?"

"No. He's not there yet?"

"No. But I think I have an idea. on where he is."

"Alice, what's going on?"

"I'm not completely sure."

"But you have an idea?"

"Yeah. Whenever he gets news on his dad he-" she cut off without finishing.

"He what, Alice? And what about his dad?" Edward hardly ever mentioned his birth father to me before.

"Um, I think you should let Edward explain all his dad stuff to you. It's not my place to tell."

"Alice, please. Tell me what's going on."

I heard her sigh on the other end; I think she was debating whether or not to tell me.

"Fine." I smiled at her decision to tell me, "I really don't think I should be doing this, though."

"I don't care. If Edward gets mad I'll tell him I forced you. But please."

"Bella, what do you know about Edward's father."

"Um not much, honestly. Just that he used to be a lawyer."

"Yeah, but like three years ago, his father was working on this one case and he was winning. He really was a good lawyer.

"Anyways, his opponent person wasn't so happy that he was losing the case, so he- he shot Edward's father. More than once."

"Oh my god! But, he's still alive, right?"

"Oh yeah. He is. But he barely made it. The doctors patched him all up, but he couldn't walk. He decided to go to rehabilitation to learn to walk again, and he was making good progress. I don't know the details, but eventually he just kind of, gave up, I guess. He decided he didn't want to learn how to walk, it was too much work, or something. So, the doctors put him into a wheel chair and sent him home.

"He did good at home by himself, but eventually started going into a downward spiral. He started drinking almost every day and when Edward found out about this, he went to live with him for like three weeks to help him. He did, but it didn't last. His dad checked into rehab and got sober, but wanted to stay there so he wouldn't relapse.

"Edward goes to visit him maybe once a month, but we always know when he's going. The only time he doesn't tell us is when something happens and he has to go right away. He usually calls though."

"So," I said, "Let's see if I understand. Edward's dad is in a rehab center and Edward just up and left to go visit him without telling anyone."

"Kind of. I don't think he just up and left though." She sighed again, "Do you remember how last night at the dance he got a phone call?"

"Yeah."

"Did you notice him acting strange afterwards?"

"No."

"Well, it's not that obvious, but since I live with him, I noticed something."

"I didn't pay much attention to it, but then he said he wasn't feeling well and left."

"So, his call was saying something about his dad?"

"I think so. I didn't at first. When he wasn't there when I got home, I thought it was a cover so he could go out drinking or something, but then he was still gone when I woke up, so I'm pretty sure that's where he is. My dad and Esme think so too, but no one can get a hold of him."

"Where exactly is this rehab center, Alice?"

"I'm not sure. It's somewhere in upstate New York, though. Bella, if you're thinking what I think you're thinking…"

"And what am I thinking?"

"You want to go find him."

"No-"

"You do. But I don't think that's a good idea, Bella. Honestly."

"I'm not going to go, Alice. I just wanted to know where he was."

"I hope your telling the truth, Bella."

"I am, you can trust me."

"Good. Call me if Edward tries to call. My father thinks he might call you."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah. I'll do that."

"Thanks Bella. I'll talk to you later."

Then she hung up.

So, Alice caught onto my plan. How she did that, I'll never know, but if she wasn't going to help me, I was going to fin someone who would.

I quickly dialed the number I needed and waited for the answer.

"Hello?" He said.

"Dad? I need your help."

--

Three hours later, I was on a train on my way to find Edward. Alice said this might not be a good idea. My dad said this probably wasn't a good idea and Carlisle thought this might not be a good idea, but I didn't care. I needed to go. I felt like I should go.

When I called my dad, I asked him if he knew anything about Edward's father's case. He said he did but couldn't tell me anything due to it being classified informaton. But he wouldn't be much help anyways, because he didn't know where Edward's father was now anyways.

So, I went onto option 2: Carlisle.

When I called him, I told him that Alice told me everything, but I didn't know where to find Edward. He was iffy at first. He didn't want me going. He said Edward liked doing this alone, which is why he never told anyone. But I begged and begged and he finally gave in and told me the name of the rehab center his father was at.

I did some research to find where it was and was on my way from there.

The train ride would take about an hour so I had time to think.

I understood why Edward didn't tell me about his father last night, but not why he never told me about him getting shot.

I decided I would ask, but not right away. I figured he wouldn't want to explain anything right now anyways, if what Alice said was true.

And in a sick way, I prayed it was. Because that would be that I was going in the right direction. If Edward wasn't here, I'd feel like a complete idiot for coming all the way up here for no reason at all.

When the train stopped where I wanted it to, I exited and found myself a taxi. I told the driver where to take me and he drove me the fifteen minutes to where I wanted to be.

I quickly paid the driver and thanked him before getting out of the car. When I did, I was standing in front of a big building that looked like a small clinic. I walked up to the door and went inside.

There was a reception area right there, but I wasn't sure what I was supposed to tell the receptionist. I decided to just go with it and see what happend.

"Hello. Can I help you?" The petite brunnett behind the counter asked me.

"Um, yeah. I'm looking for and Edward Cullen."

"Is he a patient?"

"No. But his father is. I'm not sure his name. It's something Masen, though, I think."

She typed something into the computer. "We have an Edward Masen here."

"That's probably him."

"Well, I can't tell you anything since your not family, but a young boy did come in about four this morning looking for him."

"Really?" Thank god he was here. "Is he still here?"

"No." No? "He went to the hospital."

"Hosital?"

"Yes. Once again, I can't tell you why. I don't even know why. But yes, he went to the hospital."

"Can you at least tell me which one?"

She told me which one and the address. She pointed out that it was only a few blocks away and I could easily walk there.

I thanked here and made my way to the hospital.

--

She was right, it was only a few block away and I easily found it.

When I walked it, I went up to this reception table and asked for an Edward Masen.

"Are you family?"

"No, but I'm looking for his son."

"Well, all I can tell you is that if you're waiting for news, go to waiting room four."

"Okay. Thank you."

I looked for a sign that pointed me in the right direction and made my way through the hospital to find waiting room four, and when I did, I found him.

He was sitting there in his clothes from last night. He obviously never went home.

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. He was bend over with his elbows on his knees, looking at the floor, so I knew he wasn't going to see me.

Do I just go up to him? Do I wait here for him to see me?

The last one didn't seem right, so I decided on the first one.

I slowly and quietly made my way up to Edward, and sat down in the chair next to him.

He noticed someone sit down and quickly glanced up and saw me, but he looked back at the floor as if he didn't recognize me. But, he did, because after a minute he said softly, "What are you doing here, Bella."

I paused for a minutes to figure out how to say this. "Alice told me you didn't come home and I got worried. She told me you were probably here."

Either he thought this answer was good enough, or just didn't care, because he didn't say anything again.

The two of us just sat there in silence. I wanted to say something, but I had a feeling he didn't want to talk.

After about fifteen minutes of silence, however, he spoke, in the same soft voice as before, "He relapsed." He looked at me then, "The nurses at the rehab center don't know how, but he got a hold of alcohol somehow and relapsed. He drank too much with the meds he was taking and went into a coma. They brought him here. He wasn't woken up yet."

"I'm sorry, Edward."

"Don't be." He sighed, leaning up so his back was against the wall. When I didn't say anything he continued, "I'm assuming since you're not asking questions that Alice told you everything." All I did was nod my head. He was silent for a minute again before he said, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about him, I just-"

"Edward, it's okay. Don't worry about it." I put my arm around his shoulders and he dropped his head onto mine.

"I don't understand why he did this. He's been sober for over a year. He said he thought he was okay to go home."

"Things just happen sometimes."

I felt him nod his head slightly against my shoulder, but that's all did.

I started to run my fingers through his hair where my hand could reach it, and I heard him sigh and I saw him close his eyes.

It was going on three in the afternoon and I'm pretty sure he hadn't slept at all, so he must be tired.

"Bella?" He whispered, sleep in his voice.

"Hm?"

"Thanks for coming."

So, not quite what I was expecting to happen in this chapter, but oh well.

Yes, this is my original plan for what happend to Edward's father all along, but not how I expected Bella to find out about it, but I kind of like it :)

Not exactly sure what's gonna happen next, but I'll figure something out. This whole thing just kinda flowed right to me.

Soo, review if you wanna know what happens. Leave suggestions if you want.