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VOTE FOR PEDRO-
Last on silence-
Once 2:30 came around, I walked up to their big, white door.
I rang the doorbell, hearing paws and barking.
"Stop, Sam. Down!" I heard Victoria's familiar voice say.
She opened the door. Although she was the one to take me here from the airport, she had told me it was best to pretend like we didn't know each other.
She blinked, looking surprised.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Uh… hi," I said. "Can you tell them I'm here?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Mrs. Masen, Mr. Masen! There is a woman here to see you!"
Footsteps came around the corner.
Currently on silence-
Deep breaths, Bella… deep breaths…
I saw a woman with perfectly curled, short, light blonde hair with graying parts, but it looked elegant on her. Her hands were folded together neatly. She was wearing a nice sweater set and slacks. She walked up to Victoria, not having seen me yet.
"Yes, Ms. Fequin?" she asked, and I guessed that Victoria must have chosen that alias.
"There is a woman here to see you," she said and then walked away once the woman noticed me.
She appraised me for a moment, and I had now wished I had showered and changed clothes after the flight from hell.
She looked nice enough, and when looking at her once, you wouldn't judge that she was the kind of woman who would think to disown her son.
She gave me a warm smile and held her hand out. "Elizabeth Masen."
I shook her hand lightly. "I-Isabella Swan." I failed to say just as smoothly.
Her hand froze in mine, and her whole face looked disbelieving.
She looked into my eyes once more and gasped. "Oh my…"
"Edward!" she called, still not having moved.
I heard heavier footsteps round the corner until I saw a man in cut off khaki's and a blue polo shirt. He smelled like barbecue. He also looked like a nice enough man.
He saw his wife's alarm, and then looked to me.
"It can't be…" he said.
And it was then that I hastily wondered if they had seen me on the news.
Elizabeth shook her head as if to clear it and ushered me inside.
For a moment, they just stared at me and I wondered whether or not I should have just let Edward cope.
No. No, this was for Edward and I was doing this for him…
I heard smaller footsteps running and giggling.
I saw a little girl running down the stairs, Edward's auburn hair in curls flowing down her back and Edward's eyes looking up at me.
Renesmee…
"Renesmee, go back upstairs," Elizabeth said.
"Who's that?" she asked.
We could all tell she wouldn't budge until she knew.
"Isabella," her mom said reluctantly.
She smiled. "Hey, your hair looks like how Eddie said it did! Where is he?" she asked, looking around me.
Her parents froze, dissecting who Eddie was.
I gulped.
Fuck my life.
Victoria, as if on queue, came downstairs to get her.
"No! I wanna say hi to Edward's girlfriend!" she said.
I groaned.
Mr. and Mrs. Masen walked into another room, one flick of their hand telling me to follow.
Renesmee grumbled her way up the stairs.
They walked into the room and turned around, looking at me again.
"What's the meaning of all of this? Why are you doing this to us? Why does Renesmee know who Edward is…" Mrs. Masen said, sitting down on the couch, overwhelmed.
But then she looked back at me. "Is he alright?" she asked, her eyes portraying a deeper emotion.
"Yes," I answered, shaking. "He's with his- Rosalie and Emmett," I said.
She sighed.
Edward Sr. however wasn't as forward.
"What are you doing here? Did he send you?" he asked.
Just joking, I guess…
I took a deep breath, and then began. "No. I sent myself. I don't mean to sound disrespectful, so please don't take it that way, but I'm in love with Edward. He's helped me through everything in my life, and helped me let go. It's my turn to do the same thing for him. You may think your decision to let him go was right and it helped him in some way, but it didn't. Sure, he wound up with great people, and they love him, but sometimes he has trouble waking up in the mornings. Sometimes… he just feels like scum. And it's your fault. He thinks you… disowned him because you didn't want him. And if that's true, I want to know because he has a messed up life because of you."
They stayed silent. I heard the grandfather clock chime, but they stayed silent.
I saw tears running over Elizabeth's cheeks, and soon she began sobbing.
Edward Sr. looking frozen.
Was I too harsh?
"Is that why you're here? To tell us that we made the worst decision ever to disown him? Because it was the best one we ever made. Elizabeth and I are upset every day because of that boy, but we made the right decision. That evil woman is the reason for all of this," he said, running his hands through his hair.
Just like Edward.
"Sheila?" I asked.
Their heads snapped up to mine.
"What?" they asked simultaneously.
I hesitated.
"That's kind of why I came here," I said. "Sheila Ordellus showed up before my dad's trial and pretended to be my grandma. And then she went all creepy weird and decided to stalk Edward. She showed up at his house and talked about being mother and son. His face got all weird and scared and he didn't come out of his room for days!" I said.
They gasped, eyes widening. "No… it can't be. She isn't supposed to be near him… we made sure-"
"Well, you sure as hell didn't do a great job of it! It scared him half to death! I wanted to know what happened so that I could maybe help him out of this rut he seems to be in!"
They leaned back against the cream colored couch. Elizabeth took a deep breath.
She looked to her husband, questioning him silently. He deliberated something in his head and then slowly nodded.
She looked to me.
"Sheila was our old nanny. While I was working, she would stay home with… Edward… and 'care' for him. She did a great job… until one day, we came back and they weren't there. She wouldn't pick up her phone and Edward… we didn't know where he was…and we had police search her house… they found Edward in the basement, tied up on a chair next to her. He was so scared… we-"
I cut her off. "Wait, why wouldn't Edward remember something like that?" I asked.
She shrugged. "Our therapist said the mind blocks out terrifying moments in our lives to protect ourselves. Anyways, we took him home and got a new nanny. The police wouldn't put her in jail or charge her with kidnapping, God knows why, but she got away. Of course she came back. She would volunteer at his preschool and talk to him. We were so scared… and nothing would get her to go away." Her eyes pleaded with me.
"Believe me… we tried adoption… it didn't work, she'd always register to adopt him so that was a bust. We only had one choice- put him in a place we were sure she'd never go."
She paused.
"It turned out that Sheila wasn't allowed to cross the border of Texas due to some things she'd done, so we had to put him there. We searched for the right people… and the Cullen's had a spotless record, amazing assets. They were prepared to put him through college and… how could this have happened…" she sobbed again.
Her husband sighed, breaking his quiet streak.
"How did she get back into Texas?" he asked, almost to himself.
I scrunched my nose up. "No… no… didn't you see it on the news? Edward and I live in Forks, Washington.
Elizabeth looked up. "And she saw you in the news… and thought she could get to him through you…" she mused.
"Where is she now?" he asked.
"Uh…" I said, now feeling stupid for my into the woods trick… "I… um… kind of punched her in the face and dumped her about 40 miles into the woods?" I said, looking down.
"I-is she…" he asked.
"No…she's old, she probably just fainted or something…" I said.
Elizabeth nodded, but sat back in her chair again.
"So how does Renesmee know about him then?"
I coughed. "Oh… uh… so… ," since we were being honest, "Renesmee found a folder with his picture and number and stuff… and she called him… Edward called back and now they talk a lot?" I said.
Their faces portrayed nothing.
"So Sheila could be after him now?" she asked.
I tilted my head to the side. "No… I don't think so… she's 40 miles into the woods somewhere in Forks and he's in Sacramento with the Cullen's other kids…"
Before I finished talking I saw Elizabeth take out a phone and dial a number. She walked into another room.
Silence.
Mr. Masen looked at me.
"Thank you…" he said.
A pause and I nodded.
"So tell me about him," he said, and I knew who he was talking about.
"Um… he has near perfect grades, he's the captain of debate and football team, he lives comfortably," I said, and I knew this made him happier to hear. "He's the nicest guy I've ever met, he wants to be a doctor… I think… and he's everything you'd ever want him to be."
He smiled.
And now I was mad at myself again.
For the second time, I had judged someone from the outside, and not even looked at the facts to already have made an assumption. Edward's birth parents loved him, you could see it in their eyes… in the way they spoke… this was all one woman's fault.
I never would have guessed.
The Masens were hard people to figure out.
Elizabeth came back in.
She looked at me. "Thank you, Isabella. Sheila won't be bothering you or Edward again."
A large pause.
"And give Edward this." She passed me a heavy and large manila envelope.
In elegant script, the front said Edward.
I nodded.
They walked me to the door.
I left.
Holding the envelope in my hands, I walked. I didn't know where, but I walked… and I kept walking.
It was nearing seven o clock and I was still walking.
I looked up and around 100 feet away, I saw water. I walked towards it.
It looked really pretty. The setting sun was hitting it perfectly and there were some rocks perfect for sitting.
I smiled.
I picked out the perfect one and sat on it, leaning back slightly.
I stared at the envelope. What was in here? More surprises?
I sighed and looked to my right. There were a few bridges around it. One looked as if it was mostly used for trains and the other seemed to be used for just another highway. The way it looked was pretty, and I wished Forks had a place like this… where you could just sit and collect your thoughts…
You know, a place where you could think about crazy people and hold manila envelopes.
I was used to handling tough things like this by myself, I didn't like having help with problems like this, but Edward was good at comforting me and I wanted him here.
I was eager to get home to my Edward. I heard a gentle padding near me and I felt a warm lick at my ankle.
I looked down to see a big, huge dog… he… yeah, he, looked to be a Siberian Husky.
I reached down to pet him. He leaned into my hand… he almost looked like he was smiling a little bit. I giggled.
I looked for a collar, and he didn't have one…
He looked really sweet though. I kept on petting him.
"What should I do, doggy?" I asked him.
He nudged my pocket and looked up at me.
I was amused and shocked to see he was nudging my phone.
"You want me to call Edward?" I asked him.
He sat there, looking at me expectantly.
I pulled out my cell and pressed speed dial number 1.
E.P.O.V. (about five minutes before.)
For hours I sat in that drivers seat, wondering about Bella and how she was. Wondering what she was doing and if she was being safe. Wondering if Dustin was right about Bella going to see my parent's. Okay, so… I guess I should consider everything. Bella wouldn't even have any business there. What would she be there to find anyways? What could they tell her that she didn't already know?
I guess maybe to find out why they disowned me… maybe who Sheila was?
No… Bella was too… Bella wouldn't meddle like that. She just wouldn't do that. She wasn't that kind of girl. She'd leave me to my business.
I shook my head of negative thoughts… but…
Why was she there then? If this Amanda really didn't exist, then who was she there to see? Was she… cheating on me?
No. I was disappointed in myself for assuming something so bad about someone so angelic and truthful. Besides, the sex we had last night wouldn't have been half as passionate if she'd have someone else, and there was no way she was that good an actor.
So why was she there?
I glared out the windshield and mentally berated myself. So what. I know it was in my instincts to worry about her, but she obviously had something to do that she didn't want me to know about, and I should be respecting her privacy.
Once I had satisfied myself with that idea, I was excited to see that I was only a mile or two from my destination.
Speeding just a little, I made it there in record time and sighed in relief when I entered the driveway. I flexed my hands and stretched when I got out. I locked the car and walked up to the door. I unlocked it with a spare key I had and walked inside, first noticing a freshly baked cherry pie on the counter.
That was such a long drive…
I tiredly hugged my parents who walked up to me.
Dad asked me if I was alright, having seen the news. My mom just hugged me.
"You want some hot cocoa, honey?" she asked.
I smiled.
Whenever I'd been going through a tough time when I was little, she'd always bring me some hot cocoa. It made everything go away, and although I wasn't naive enough to think it'd work anymore, it might take my mind off things…
I nodded and she went to the kitchen.
My dad opened his mouth to talk but my phone cut him off.
I looked at the screen. Bella.
I told my dad I'd be right back.
"Hey, Bella," I said.
"I love you." She sighed.
I smiled. "I love you, too," I said.
"What's your favorite name for a dog, Edward?" she asked randomly.
"Um… what?" I asked.
"What's your favorite name for a dog?" she asked again.
"Hm… oh, well… probably Jake, after John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt."
She giggled. "Why not John?" she asked.
I sighed. "Because John is the first part of the name, and you're only cool if you go by your middle name," I said, coming up with that now.
"So Jake it is. Wait… are you saying I'm uncool?" she asked with mock hurt.
I chuckled. "Yeah, but I guess that means we can both be uncool together."
She laughed again.
"I miss you…" she said.
I was quick to agree.
"I know we just saw each other this morning… but I still want you so badly…" I said, suddenly feeling an erection coming.
"Really, Edward? Phone sex?" she asked.
I shrugged, but then realized she couldn't see it. "Why not, I figured it was one of your fantasies," I said, somewhat teasing.
She coughed, sounding shocked and embarrassed.
I covered the phone to keep her from hearing my cocky laugh. Of course it was one of hers…
"B-but not now… your parents are inside and waiting for you… later, though?" she asked, sounding hopeful.
I smirked, saying yes. I wouldn't forget.
I broached onto a different subject.
"So how's Virginia… how's Amanda."
Bella sighed.
"Edward, I think both of us know that I wasn't at Amanda's this weekend."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. Did I even want to know?
"And where were you, love?" I asked tentatively.
Her next words triggered my worst fears to surface.
"Edward… please don't be mad at me… I was at your birth parent's house."
Again, guys! Special thanks to my Virginian help source XD twilightlovindanzrrx3.
So chocolate was the most popular ice cream flavor! Second was chocolate chip cookie dough and third was rocky road. Good choices, guys! I made a milkshake of all of them and it was reeeeeaaaally good!
MWC- ... I'm kinda scared Eddie's gonna be angry... and, I don't know what y'all think, but my mind is really beginning to wonder about Edward and Sheila's time together... And, hey! Fuckawesome is my favorite made up word to! I just don't add the 'ness' to it.
Chapter question- FAVORITE MADE UP WORD? (like FUCKAWESOMENESS is IGotObsessiveCullenDisorder's haha)
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