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CHAPTER 21
-EPOV-
"Am I getting to you now, Cullen?"
Carlisle read the note out loud and then looked up to meet my panic stricken eyes "Is there anything else Son?".
After finding the note stuck to my bedroom door, I had rushed my way downstairs. I didn't know what I was going to do or who I was going to call. All I could think about was Bella. I needed to find her and make sure she was OK.
When I hit the bottom of the stairs, I was relieved to find that Carlisle had made his way home from the hospital for the day. I told him everything that had happened, down to my ordeal with Jane when we were younger. I knew, without a shadow of a doubt that she was behind it. Her words written and spoken had always hit a nerve with me. They were unforgettable.
Carlisle was surprised to hear about my relationship with Bella. He knew we were friends, he knew we were spending a lot of time together, after all, we had a project due together. What he didn't know was that our feelings for each other went beyond that of friendship. I told him how much I loved her and how much we needed to find her because Jane knew about us, she had seen us together on several occasions. Taking Bella, it seemed, was an easy way to get to me.
"Yes, I found it stuck to my bedroom door. Why is Jane on my case Dad? What the hell is going on?" I pleaded with my father. I didn't know if he had any answers, but I need to vent, I needed to ask.
"She's always been a strange one. When she was very young, her parents had brought her in to see me. She was a very unhappy child. After her parents died in that car accident and her aunt took her in, she suffered of depression and psychosis. She had been on a lot of medication at an early age." He replied.
"So you knew her?" I was confused. Jane had gone away several years ago and Carlisle had never mentioned anything about her.
He looked me in the eyes before motioning for me to follow him into the living room where we each took a seat facing each other. He looked like he was debating something. Like there was something he needed to tell me.
"Spit it out Dad." I implored.
"Son, what I have to tell you isn't going to be pretty. You might hate me for keeping it from you. I just never thought it would come to this. I never thought they were crazy enough to do anything like this. I never thought either of them would put two and two together and figure out that Elizabeth was in fact your birth mother. Just know that I love you more than anything." He stated.
I rubbed my face with my palms and shuttered at the sound of my birth mother's name. She was never a point of discussion in our house. To me, my father and subsequently Esme had always been my parents.
"Son, this isn't easy for me to tell you" he started standing up and pacing the room "you see, you and Jane had the same father."
As soon as the words left his mouth, I glared daggers at him. His face looked drawn and sad. Like he had just told me that my puppy had died. I stared at him in disbelief, letting those words sink in. Jane, the little bitch who had made grade school miserable for everyone she encountered, was my fucking sister. What the fuck?
"What the fuck? Explain to me how you know this." I glowered at my father. How could he have known about this and not told me. I had spent most of my life knowing that my mother had died having me and that nobody knew who my father was and now, my girlfriend was in danger and I find out about this shit.
"The last time Victoria had brought Jane in to see me, I was standing outside the office door when I heard them talking about your birth mother, Elizabeth. I usually didn't eavesdrop into my patients conversations, but this concerned you and I couldn't not listen Son.
"I gathered up as much information I could at the time and then made my own investigation. Along with all of the gossip in this town and with Esme's help, we were able to sum up what had happened.
"They blamed your mother for Jane's parents death. Her father, Peter, was deeply in love with your mother but he was already married to Jane's mother, Charlotte. When Elizabeth ended up pregnant with you and died during childbirth, it almost killed Peter too. He thought the child was also dead.
"Because we didn't know who your father was when you were born, there was nobody to contact. I didn't know, Son, I swear." He looked at me with tears in his eyes before continuing "A year later, when, his own wife gave birth to Jane, part of him recovered. They seemed happy for a little while, but unfortunately it didn't last. Jane was always a petulant child. This was especially hard on Peter, and since he was already in a fragile state, it made his condition a lot worse.
"When Jane was around seven or eight, he went into some sort of complete mental breakdown and shot himself shortly after shooting Charlotte. The police found the car at the bottom of a cliff. He had made it so that the car he was driving went off of the cliff, ensuring neither of them would survive the gun shot wound or the accident.
"After her father died, " he continued "Jane ended up being hospitalized. She was delusional and in a state of psychosis."
"I never thought I'd have to tell you this Son, I love you so much." He looked at me with tears streaming down his face. I could feel my heart being ripped into pieces and I needed to do something, anything to make things better. I could tell this was just as hard on him as it was on me. After all, he was my father. He had raised and loved me as his own. If anything, the only thing I could accuse him of, is of trying to protect me.
"Edward, I had no idea she was bullying you. You never mentioned anything to me or to your mother." He added.
"She was my patient, up until she moved away. Her mental issues were getting the best of her and I wanted to change her medications and have her see a professional. Victoria, her aunt, would have none of it so she took Jane away and threatened harm to my family if I ever pushed the issue any further.
"I never thought anything of it anymore than the natural grieving process. Both girls had gone through some very traumatizing events, one had lost her only sister while the other one had lost both of her parents. I let them go on their own accord. It was only natural for a young girl such as Jane to lash out." He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. This was clearly bothering him as much as me. Bella was like a daughter to him, her presence in our house was almost an expected occurrence.
Of course, it made sense that she would lash out. But to take Bella, this was an obvious attempt to get back at me. I just couldn't understand what I had ever done to her. I mean sure, she never liked the fact that I dated a lot of girls. Most of her angry spewing was usually met by a comment against one of the girls I had recently fucked. I just always chalked it up to her being jealous, obviously, this wasn't the case.
"Is this what you call lashing out?" I asked, pointing at the note while tears started to stream down my cheeks. I noticed Emmett, Rose, Alice and Jasper make their way to the living room and take a seat. I couldn't have given a shit about them seeing me this way. Bella was my life, my emotions were getting the best of me. I wondered if I would ever get my sanity back if anything were to happen to Bella.
"This is unexpected Son, Victoria obviously didn't take my advice under consideration. Both of those girls together is a lethal combination. They both need so much help."
"Why Bella?" I implored, looking around at my father and my friends for answers.
Rose and Alice's eyes were rimed red from crying. Jasper seemed to be on hyper-alert and Emmett kept fidgeting. None of this was a good sign.
"Jake hasn't seen of heard anything. If he does, he'll call." Alice said in a small voice, barely above a whisper before letting her tears fall and burying her face in Jasper's chest.
Carlisle looked around and asked "Has anyone called the police?"
"Yes, I have but they seem to think that Charlie has taken a leave of absence." I answered.
"I see, and I take it that he hasn't?" He replied looking at each of us.
I shook my head from side to side. When I had called the department to inquirer about Charlie, the secretary had said that Harry, the Chief of Police, was away on a fishing trip. She implied that they might have been fishing together as they often did. I knew that if Charlie had been out fishing, Bella would have been the first to know about it.
Just then, my phone buzzed, telling me that I had a new text message. I looked around the room to five pairs of eyes, each watching me with a glimmer of hope. I took the phone out of my pocket carefully, as if it would explode and that the message would disappear if I handled it incorrectly and stared at the screen dumbfounded.
It was from Bella's phone, it said that she wanted to meet me at a warehouse in the industrial park by the docks.
After telling everybody what the message was about, we decided that we needed to come up with a plan. I got up and paced the living room nervously. I couldn't think clearly. I knew that this wasn't her. At this point, I had more questions than answers. Nothing, absolutely nothing in my life made sense anymore. Jane coming back after five years, with James in toe no-less, didn't make any sense.
I looked at Carlisle and ask again, in an accusing tone "Why me and Bella, Dad?"
He looked at me and sighed, none of us had any real answers.
As shock rocked through my body, a wave of disgust coursed through my veins. After all, I was related to the girl who was intent on destroying my life. To make it worse, I wasn't even responsible for it. I was as much of a victim as Bella was. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. My entire world was imploding on itself. I needed to find Bella, have her with me and keep her safe. All of this was my fault in some way and I needed answers, I needed a way to fix it.
"Why now?" I asked through gritted teeth. I was angry. Not at my father, not at my friends, but at the situation that we were all shoved into. I wanted to make them pay for this shit.
"I don't know son, but we need to go to Bella. She will need you. Poor girl probably has no idea as to what is going on." Carlisle started then he looked over to the sofa and motioned to the girls "Alice, Rose, I want you girls to stay here in case anybody calls. You need to be here when Esme comes home. She will want to know where we are and what's going on."
"Should we call the police?" Emmett asked.
Carlisle looked at him and back at me. I nodded as he answered "Yes, we'll call from the road and have them meet us there."
Emmett and Jasper hugged their girl before the four of us piled into Emmett's Jeep.
Carlisle took the wheel while I programmed the address into the GPS. It would be the longest thirty minute trip of my entire fucking life.
To say that I was nervous was an understatement. I only hoped that they hadn't harmed her.
A/N: Well folks, we are nearing the end of our journey, I predict maybe 4-5 more chapters.
I'm waiting for this to be done before posting the new story I'm working on because keeping up with two ongoing stories at a time is freaking hard!
A big, huge thank you to Scrimmy who's been awesomely standing by me with this shitz.
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