Where Is She?
I woke up that morning full alert. I already called off work for this remaining week. I was going to sit out in front of that repair shop until my little girl is back in my care. I may get fired from my job at La Bella, but honestly, I really didn't care. I had that job at Cardin Records now. That job was great enough for me to take back what's rightfully mine. In which case, that would be my little girl—own flesh and blood.
I changed into dark jeans and a black sweater. I had no idea how long I'd be out in the cold, but best come prepared. On my way downstairs I walked into Renesmee's room. I could just see her laying in her bed, running around, and even my memory of "attacking" her in the closet. My gapping hole ached for that little thing. My arms craved her little body.
"I'm going to get you back, Renesmee. Don't give up on me yet."
It was foolish to speak to her when she wasn't there, but in some weird way, I felt she could hear me. My goal was to get her before Christmas; I growled at the thought of how her Christmas will be if she's still with that wretched piece of shit Jefferson. Just thinking about him smacking my little girl just pissed me off. I never once raise a hand to her; never inflicted harm on her, no person should have the audacity to do something I never would do just because I wasn't there.
I grabbed my coat after eating a quick breakfast and locked the front door, I wasn't aware of the ice, and fell on my ass and fell down the three steps.
"Damn, I'm turning into my wife!"
I'm sure if she was here, she'd be snapping a comment, but she wasn't, so I was free to speak. I grabbed the metal handrail and lifted myself up while rubbing off the snow from my ass. After that, I finished making my way to my Volvo. Once I was in I turned the warm heat on, and sped off to Port Angeles.
I was relieved I made great time, the man I spoke to yesterday was just opening up. I unbuckled my seatbelt and just sat in my car. I was lucky my windows were tinted, other wise if this Jefferson knew who I was, and he wouldn't see me until I knocked him on his ass and take my little girl. After an hour my cell phone went off. I checked it to see it was blinking mom's name. With a sigh I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Edward, where are you? I went to your house, and you weren't there!"
"I'm in front of that stupid shoe repair shop in Port Angeles."
It was quiet on the other end.
"Um…why?"
"This guy that has Renesmee, he comes here roughly twice or once a week, I'm going to get her back, mom, even if it's by force."
"Edward, do you even know his name?"
"Yeah, Charlie is looking up his address for me."
Mom was saying something, but I didn't hear her. I was taken over by a black Toyota car, with a man coming out with a little person. I didn't want to make a scene if it would not be Renesmee, but my hole sputtered.
"Edward?"
"Have to let you go, mom."
I clicked the phone off and zoomed in on the little person. I still couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, but I did see something that made me step out of my car—bronze hair.
The man was grumbling about something, but I was focusing on the little person. Just turn to the side or something! I was closing in, but to my disappointment, it was a little boy. I froze in my tracks and allowed for the two to walk on in. I sighed in disappointment. That's when my phone went off, and the name was blinking Charlie. I opened it in a heap of desperation.
"Got something on the name?"
"Yeah, there's no Jefferson Jones in the state of Washington. You sure you got the name right?"
"Of course I did! The man in the—"
I stopped short, it clicked, and an idea struck my brain.
"I got to go."
Before Charlie could respond I clicked the phone off and went straight in. The bell rang as two heads popped up. I marched over to the guy I talked to last night, my face was full serious.
"Checked the files, no record of a Jefferson Jones anywhere, now why do you suppose I'm here?"
My voice was strict. I was done playing this game—I want my little girl! The man looked at me in confusion.
"I'm sorry, but that is the name—!"
I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him a little over the table, I was nose to nose with him. Don't fuck with me when it concerns my little girl. I glared at him.
"Where is my little girl? Where is Renesmee?!"
The man stuttered, but I was getting frustrated and quite frankly impatient. I punched him across the face.
"Where is she?!"
My angered voice echoed the small building.
"Daddy, I'm scared!"
I glared at the man with his jaw open.
"I suggest you and your little boy leave. I'm not leaving, and my bone is with him."
"Todd, if you leave me—!"
I punched the guy across the face again.
"He can leave!"
I heard footsteps running out the door along with the bell's ring, and the door's creak. It was silent for a moment until the guy spitted his words out.
"I-I don't know his name! Alright! I don't! He was threatening me and my wife—!"
"I can tell you're lying, I don't put up with liars, especially if my little girl is concerned. Now I'm going to ask again. Where is Renesmee?"
"What are you going to do if I refuse?"
His voice was shaky, but I would go to any lengths to get Renesmee. I chuckled darkly before speaking so calm that it was deathly.
"I don't really wanna go to that conclusion."
The man gulped.
"First off, what's your name? Why did you lie to me?"
The man was hyperventilating.
"My name is Mathew Marx, I-I was told to not give the whereabouts away."
I could tell he was telling the truth—about damn time.
"Do you know the whereabouts?"
He nodded vigorously.
"He just told me to not speak—!"
"Do I have to punch you again? I'm losing my patients!"
My voice was beyond calm or angry, I couldn't even put into words what exactly my voice sounded like, but all I knew was that I was a time bomb ticking, and my time is running out fast! Mathew knew that and turned ghost white.
"Look, I-I didn't mean anything by it! I was just doing a favor!"
"Favor for whom?"
"Y-your old boss, Eric Jones, he thought Renesmee wasn't being supported the way she should be, so he had me call children services on you, he said it was so you'd move forward and make something of yourself! He had one of his buddies adopt Renesmee, so he could give her back to you once you make something of yourself!"
That just pissed me off more. My former boss getting into my life, and taking my little girl! I went through hell! I shoved Mathew backwards and turned on my heels and raced for my Volvo. Bossy and I are going to have a little talk.
I sped, I was way beyond the speed limit, but luckily I didn't get pulled over. Within ten minutes I was in front of Eric's home. I looked and saw he was in fact home—perfect. I got out and slammed the door shut before banging my fist on the door. I'm surprised it didn't leave a dent of how hard I was—oh wait. I noticed I did in fact leave a dent—eh, oh well; he shouldn't have taken my little girl. Footsteps were heard and I soon saw Eric's face go from calm to hostile in one motion. I pushed him inside and slammed the door shut behind me, not taking my eyes off the man who was responsible for all of this.
"E-Edward now let's…be rational about this."
"Rational? I don't think so, I'd rather be irrational. I seem to get the answers I need when I am."
Eric walked backwards, I pinned that punk to the wall. I had no idea what my face looked like, but from the look on Eric's face it was pretty horrifying.
"Listen, I want answers, and you better give them to me, and you won't end up in the hospital, comprende?"
He gulped, but nodded vigorously.
"What's the big idea medaling in my life? You do realize that when you had children services take Renesmee away that it was a hellhole?"
"I-I'm sorry!"
"You will be, now I had to scare the shit out of little Mathew, unless you want the same result, I suggest you give me the truth."
"T-trust me, kid, you're scaring me like nobody's business right now."
The way his body was stiffed and shaken along with the shallow face, I knew he wasn't lying.
"Good, then this will be short. Where is my little girl?"
"W-with my pal, Tom he lives in a cabin just north from the woods in La Push."
"You do realize that he has been beating my daughter, right? So help me, if she's damaged in anyway I'm coming back for you."
I spun on my heels and reentered the wintry breeze with a slam on the front door. A cabin up north from the woods in La Push, huh? Tom, get ready to meet your worst nightmare—Renesmee's father.