Hey Y'all... ok soo here is the chap you have all been waiting for...Come on say it...you just love Esme sooo much that you want to hear her POV...haha ok prob not. So my Ari is still healing...she had surgery to remove a growth on her brain...dont be alarmed she is okay but in pain so she misses you all...and lets hope she heals quick and is back on her feet like nothing happened.
And today's Swing My Way lesson...Did you know?
Did you know... that rats make love about 20 times a day?
Sex is the best and safest way to relax, its effect is 20 times as strong as valium's.
Beards grow faster on men who have sexual intercourse on a regular basis.
Ithyphallophobia is the fear of watching and thinking about erect penises. (Im sure none of you have this LOL)
In Hong Kong, a woman whose husband cheats on her has the legal right to kill him, but she is only allowed to use her bare hands
On average, men think about sex every seven seconds.
Sex burns 360 calories per hour.
Only 17 percent of women have an orgasm during intercourse. ( I hope all you are part of the 83% that does)
ON WITH THE STORY xoxoxoox
Esme POV
I smiled the minute I heard that my bastard of a stepson was on the phone complaining about his bitch Bella. Carlisle was fucking clueless like always, but me, not so much. I knew what was going on and I fucking gloated. Until I heard Angela's name said.
"What about Angela?" I screamed to Carlisle as he covered the phone with his hand to shush me.
NO no no. This isn't fucking happening. I grabbed my cell phone and pressed send, immediately dialing Angela's number. My heart stopped as I heard her beautiful voice on her answering machine.
"She's not answering," I cried, more to myself then to my husband. Why isn't she answering?
Carlisle hung up the phone, walking towards his office in a quick pace. "Carlisle, what did Edward say?" I jogged to keep up with him. "Where's Angela? What happened?"
Carlisle ignored me. He went straight to the safe and took out his passport. "I'm going to Seattle. My son needs me."
"Well, I'm coming too," I said frantically, grabbing my own passport from the safe.
"Oh, no you're not. My son needs me! He doesn't need his pathetic excuse of a mother."
"Carlisle!" I yelled. He had no idea why I was more involved emotionally than I should be. I didn't give a rat's ass about Edward or even the poor excuse of a woman, Bella. But I can't tell him why. "I need to be there…for you."
"I don't need you, Esme," he snarled, walking past me and straight to our bedroom.
"I'm coming, Carlisle Cullen!" I demanded.
His body tensed and froze before he turned to face me and roll his eyes. "Fine! But the minute you get out of hand, you're gone!'
I nodded, knowing that was my only way of going to Seattle. As soon as Carlisle disappeared from the corridor, my blood pumped vigorously. No one messes with me. NO ONE!
One of the cleaning staff was dusting the shelving in my bedroom. "GET OUT!" I yelled. She looked at me with big doe eyes. "NOW!"
She scurried her fat little ass out, shutting the door behind her. I grabbed my carryon and began shoving my belongings in as I dialed the number I had on speed dial. It rang and rang before going to voicemail. I waited for the beep. "Listen, you little shit. You better have not disobeyed my orders. Call me immediately, you good for nothing piece of shit. I own you remember that!"
I threw my phone down and shoved the last of my belongings in my bag and zipped it closed.
"ESME! Lets GO!" I heard Carlisle call from the main floor. I grabbed my things, almost forgetting my cell, I ran back in and grabbed it. Carlisle didn't even wait for me. He was already in the car.
I handed my bag to the help and got in the front seat and he placed my bag in the back of the SUV. I slammed the door and glared at my husband. "You couldn't wait for me?"
He slammed the shifter into drive and took off, tires spinning with speed. He just stared ahead.
"Carlisle!" I will not stand him demeaning me like this. I'm Esme Mason for God sake.
"Are you fucking going deaf?"
"NO. I just can't listen to you anymore!" He turned onto the freeway. "I don't give a shit about you or what you have to say. I already said you can come, but Shut Up already or I'm stopping the fucking car and throwing you out."
He's never spoken to me like this. "Why are you treating me like this? I'm worried about Angela…and Edward."
"Bullshit. You don't care about anyone but yourself. I have no idea why you're so insistent of coming, but I have a gut feeling this has nothing to do with my son or his wife's benefit."
He was right about one thing. Edward meant nothing to me. Everything that has happened to him was well deserved.
The minute we pulled up to the airport we parked in long term and I ran after Carlisle who was speeding through the crowd as he headed towards the counter. He greeted the clerk and I knew I needed to get away for a moment. "Carlisle, I'm just going to the bathroom."
"Go!" He kept his attention on the man behind the counter typing away on the computer.
I pushed my way through the disgusting low life crowd of people around me. Their poor fashions and revolting health regimes disgusted me. I tried my best not to touch anyone as I winded through the mass.
I spotted a secluded corner, tucked behind a post. I stood hidden from anyone that may recognize me. I dialed the number one more time.
"What can I do for you?"
"Excuse me?" I asked with venom. "Listen to me you son of a bitch."
"Nuh uh..." he cut me off. "You listen to me."
"Are you forgetting who you work for? YOU work for ME! You do what I say!" He tried to interject, but I was calling the shots. "You fucked up big time." I looked around to make sure no one could hear me. "You were supposed to get rid of Bella the first time! But somehow, you fucked that up and now!" I growled into the phone. "You're going to regret messing with me, Laurent. I gave you everything. I took you out of the hell of a life you were living. Without me, you'd be garbage on someone's front yard."
"Are you done?"
"No, I'm not you son of a…"
"Yah, I think this conversation is over." With that, the line went dead.
"Piece of SHIT!" I screamed into my cell phone.
"Esme? Is everything okay?"
I turned to look at Carlisle, placing a fake smile on my face. "Yes, I just had to cancel my facial appointment and they can't get me in for another month, that's all."
Carlisle rolled his eyes at me. "Let's go, the planes boarding." He turned and I followed. We sat a part from each other. No money could buy us tickets together. Although a part of me wonders if Carlisle planned it.
Instead, I sat by the window at the back of the plane, an obnoxious child sat beside me with her incompetent mother, who couldn't keep her under control. Halfway to Seattle, the little brat was swinging her Barbie left and right, whipping the plastic head right in my face.
"Can you NOT control your CHILD?" I scolded the pathetic, useless mother. "Don't have children if you can't keep them tamed in public."
"Excuse Me?"
"YOU HEARD ME." I grabbed the Barbie from the little girl and ignored her cries. "THIS…your ignorant daughter keeps hit me in the head with it." I ripped the head off.
"She's only four!" I rolled my eyes as her lame excuse.
"Stewardess!" I lifted my hand. "HELLO?"
The blonde helper walked to me, raising her brow.
"I want to be moved!" I demanded, as I covered my ears, not wanting to hear the cries from beside me.
After a minute or two, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jerked away from the touch.
"ESME!" I looked up to see Carlisle. "GET UP FRONT!"
I smiled at him, standing up. I straightened my skirt out and fluffed my hair before I scooted out from the hole that was my seat. "People like you shouldn't have children."
"Move!" Carlisle pushed me roughly in the aisle, not allowing me to finish. "People like her should be interviewed before they have children!"
"That's a test you would have obviously failed." I glared at him for a moment. I'm a good mother whether he wants to believe or not.
"Sit DOWN!" He pressed on my shoulders, forcing me to sit in the seat to my right. He lowered himself so we were eye level. "Now you sit here and don't talk, don't even breathe for all I care." He stood and started to walk away.
"Wait aren't you sitting with me?" I asked, looking back at him.
"Someone needs to fill your seat!"
I watched him walk to the back of the plane and sit in the vacant seat. I turned to face forward, taking in my surroundings. First class. "Ahhh!" I stretched my legs out, taking advantage of the room. I looked to the person beside me. "Do you have a staring problem?" I barked at him.
He chuckled. "Oh, so you're one of those!"
"Listen here!" I turned in my seat. "I won't let some arrogant male in his designer suit give me looks like I don't belong here. Let me tell you something…"
He chuckled louder.
"What's so funny?" I asked, full of irritation. Was I more irritated with his ignorance or that I found him extremely attractive.
"I think you could use a drink!" He smiled and I instantly relaxed. He lifted his hand and I noticed the diamond covered wedding band on his left hand. "Ma'am can we get two scotch on the rocks."
His looked back at me with his delicious hazel eyes. "I think I like my seat a whole lot better now."
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"I can't believe you embarrassed me like you do!"
I rolled my eyes as my husband spoke annoyingly from the driver's seat. Nothing right now could take me away from my happy place. Alcohol definitely helped, but airplane sex does wonders to a woman who hasn't been fucked properly for over a year.
I smirked, thinking of how he fucked me in the bathroom.
"I can't believe I ever married you."
"Yeah, well you did, so stop whining, because let me tell you…it's not any prettier from my end." I glared at him, my arms crossed. I fucking detested my goody-two-shoes husband. But I had to stay married to him as long as I could, or I would be left with nothing.
My eyes focused on the waterfront, full of boats and yachts as we approached. "Uggh," I rolled my eyes as my "son" stood outside looking right at us. As soon as I stepped out of the car, he started bitching about his stupid Bella.
Does he forget that he's married?
"Shouldn't you be more concerned about your wife, Edward, and not you little whore?" I stood in front of him. Maybe if you had your priorities straight, you wouldn't be in this mess.
I chuckled at him, storming back towards the car. "Esme, one more and you're gone!"
"Whatever Carlisle. I only said the truth." I stared out the window.
I needed to find out where Angela was. I knew what the original plan was, but now who knows if it's the same. Laurent was supposed to take Bella away, to show Angela who really came between her and Edward. That fucking bitch ruined everything!
I remember the night Angela told me about that stupid party she and Edward attended. It was only supposed to be a one night thing for Edward, but no, he had to fucking want more.
When Angela voiced her concerns that she thought Edward had moved on from her, I knew I had to interject. I wasn't going to let a fuck, ruin everything I had planned.
Angela has her fuck toy Ben, but she knows her role as Edwards's wife. She's a good girl; she listens to me like she should. Edward. Well he had to think with his dick.
Angela complained to me about how quickly he distanced himself from her. So, I looked into it. That's where Laurent came into the picture. I knew Edward and Angela were attending another party. So, I had Laurent attend and find out who Edward was with. He did his job well. He managed
to take Edward out in the hall and surprise the little bitch in the room. She deserved worse then what she got. She had no shame, waiting for another man so desperately like she was. But Laurent thought with his dick too, disobeying my orders of kidnapping Edward's precious Bella.
I thought the plans had been executed perfectly, that was until I got a phone call that night. I had excused myself from the dinner to answer.
"Hello?" I answered in a hushed tone.
"We have a problem," Laurent spoke from the other line, out of breath.
"What kind of problem?"
"You're stupid son attacked me!"
"What?"
"Yah, but I took care of both of them."
"The girl too!"
"Yah, she's still out of it," he informed me. "But I need help."
"Well, I can't just help you!" I tried to keep my voice under control; a few people at their dinner tables had looked my way.
""Yah, get your ass up here, I need help with the guy."
"Just leave him and take the girl. Don't call back until you have her and you're safe!"
I grumbled under my breath as I recalled how Laurent failed in the one task I hired him for. I should have known better. He clearly isn't capable of doing what I want without screwing up.
"What has you so frazzled?" Carlisle looked at me.
I hadn't noticed we stopped, parked in front of the police station. "Nothing!" I ripped the door open and slammed it shut.
I walked in on my own, listening to the stupid blonde that thought she was Colombo. The stupid bitch told me exactly what I needed to know. They knew nothing more than what I thought.
I needed to take matters in my own hands. Angela was in danger and I will not stand for that. While everyone was preoccupied with the lame giant that Laurent hired to help, I snuck away to make another phone call.
Laurent doesn't know who he has messed with. No one takes my daughter from me and lives to tell about it. Yeah, I said daughter. Why else would I care so much then? I don't give a shit about Bella; they could throw her in the river for all I care.
"Esme."
"Listen to me, you little shit," I spoke to Laurent, my voice cold and menacing.
"Esme…Esme…Esme." Laurent chuckle infuriated me. "You need to calm down."
"Calm down! How the fuck am I going to calm down, when you took my daughter! She was not part of the plan."
"Well you see, your plan didn't make much sense to me. I mean, I am the one doing all the work, while you sit back and stay out of any of the cop's suspicions."
"What do you want?" I asked, knowing there was more to this story.
"Well…I want more money or I'll have to hurt your lil' daughter. Hmmmm…what everyone will do when they find out that little small detail?"
"Fuck you!"
"Fuck me? How 'bout I fuck her instead!"
"You harm one hair on her head and I'll kill you myself!"
"Oh, I think I struck a nerve!"
"You heard me!" I wasn't kidding. I would kill him with my bare hands.
We bantered back and forth, until finally, I gave in. I agreed to meet him in Forks. What a hole in the wall town. I have only been there once and never had intentions of going back.
Forks was where Edward's precious Bella was from, they were returning her to where she belonged, and out of Edward and Angela's lives.
What I didn't expect was Edward to overhear my argument. I quickly covered up the daughter mishap by saying daughter-in-law. I'm not sure if he bought it, but I can give two shits.
No one will even know I have left. They won't know I will be driving to Forks and paying for Angela's safety. They will never know I had anything to do with Bella's disappearance. Unfortunately, Laurent had outsmarted me. But I will be the winner in the end.
I spent the next day waiting for Laurent to contact me on where to meet him. I managed to get the money he was asking for, without Carlisle even noticing.
Edward was beginning to be a thorn in my side. Every corner I turned, he was standing close. I'm not a fucking idiot. I can see him every time. He thinks he knows how to fool me. Huh, he doesn't know who's fooled him this whole time.
Every time he mentioned Bella, I glorified Angela. I didn't give a shit. She is his wife for fucks sake. Of course my ball-less husband sided with his mini-me, Bella is important to Edward, so we need to respect that.
Fucking morons. I now know how hard Angela had it with Edward. Putting up with his whining and sulking all these years. I could strangle him each time he speaks. But I can't, not yet.
I heard my cell ringing from my guest bedroom. I grabbed it and took off running, stepping out onto the patio, knowing it could only be one person.
This whole charade will be over soon enough. I stood my ground and knew that Laurent will comply if he wants to see my end of the bargain. Money for Angela. I looked over my shoulder to make sure dipshit wasn't ease dropping.
I had my rental car booked. I had the meeting place confirmed. The hospital in Forks is the most populated place. No one will notice us meeting in the parking lot.
Then when I kill Laurent, they can wheel him the five feet to the morgue. I grabbed my carryon and made sure all my belongings were still secure. I opened my makeup case and smiled, seeing my Walther PPK 380 ACP DA. My aim is precise, and I will have one bull's eye.
I walked back into the kitchen, wondering what the two stooges were whispering about.
I sat at on one of the barstools and shot daggers into Edwards back as he walked to the counter. But the little cock sucker fooled me. I let my guard down for one second and now he knows.
I felt my heart drop into my stomach the second he mentioned Forks. I tried to keep my composure, until the little blonde bitch started questioning me. I could eat her, and her holier than thou attitude, for fucking dinner.
She had shit on me. I denied every accusation she attempted, until she slid a piece of paper over to Carlisle. I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I refused to admit it.
I needed to leave immediately if I was to meet Laurent on time. I didn't care about myself any longer. I couldn't get arrested because then, Oh God.
"But he has my daughter!" I yelled as one of the officers grabbed onto my wrists to restrain me. I felt all eyes on me, but I didn't care. I need Angela to be safe.
I would do whatever was needed.
I looked at my husband and knew I had a lot of explaining to do. I was escorted out of the house and was placed into a SUV. Carlisle sat beside me in the backseat as the blonde skank sat in the driver's seat. The other officer joined us on the drive to the station.
I sat in the room by myself for a long while. Until Officer Hale decided to grace me with her presence. She walked in and sat across from me.
"Ms. Mason, you do know what charges you will be facing?"
I rolled my eyes at her ignorance. "I'm not stupid. Can we get on with everything, so I can make it to Forks on time?"
"Don't worry, we have a squad team driving out right now. The Forks police department has been informed as well. We gave them descriptions of all four of them."
I sat cross legged as she went on and on. "So, until you explain a few things, your ass ain't leaving that seat."
I glared at her and she gave it right back.
"I don't have to say anything."
"Fine!" She stood up and started to walk out. "If something happens too…"
"What the fuck do I need to tell you, so I can get out of this hell hole?"
She turned and smirked as I fought against everything to not slap her in the face. Prissy blonde bimbo probably had this job given to her for her looks.
"Tell me about the phone calls." She sat back down.
"What phone calls?" I asked. She needs to work a little harder than that.
"Listen here!" She slammed her hand on the table, catching me off guard. "And listen well. My friend may be in danger and the longer you sit here and act like your shit don't stink, the longer your 'daughter' will most likely be hurt. So, don't fucking play games with me, because I won't put up with that shit? Now take your foot out of your ass and answer my goddamn question. Why were you calling them?"
"Because, my so called stepson decided to ruin my plan by shacking up with that whore."
"Watch your wording."
"What a whore? That's what she is!"
"Next question. How is Angela your daughter?"
I inhaled deeply. I was going to answer her questions, but it wasn't her fucking business to know the whole truth.
"How come no one knew of this information? How come you didn't come forward with it so we could know this was a ransom case?"
"Because, it wasn't supposed to be a ransom case. Laurent decided to change the plan, so what was I supposed to do."
"So, you had a plan?" She wrote into her book.
"Look, I'm not stupid. I know all your cock sucking friends are listening on the other side of that mirror. I know my fucking rights and I don't have to tell you shit without my lawyer. Yes, Angela is my daughter. I had her before I met Carlisle and gave her up for adoption. I didn't know she was my daughter until after her and Edwards's marriage!" I fucking lied.
"Does Angela know you're her mother?"
"No," I answered the Hale bitch. "She has no idea what's going on. I need to make sure she is okay. Can we please leave so I can finish the business at hand?"
"You will be escorted to Forks with me and my partner. We will comply with Laurent's demands, which you will explain to us during the drive. He won't know we are involved until the exchange is done. After that, we will surround him and force him to hand Bella over. After we have both hostages safe, you will return here and be placed into custody. Do you understand?"
"Do I have a fucking choice?"
"Not in my world!"
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Half an hour passed six.
I was standing alone in the parking lot of Forks hospital. There were cops hiding behind every goddamn tree and on every roof in the near vicinity. Please let Angela be okay.
I paced back and forth. Where the fuck is he? My phone finally rang and I answered it on the first ring.
"Where are you?"
"Plans changed!"
"What do you mean the plans changed?" I clarified each word, knowing all the pigs could hear me from the microphone I was wearing.
"I know you have friends waiting for me to show up there you little bitch. You're lucky I didn't kill your daughter already."
"Don't fucking touch her!"
"Relax. I won't do anything unless I don't get my money."
"Where is she?"
"She's safe, don't worry. Now listen up and listen well. There's going to be a black Lincoln arriving momentarily. Place the bag of money in the trunk and that's where you will find the information on where your little brat is. Tell your friends that if they even think about stopping that car from leaving, both women will die."
"How do I know she's alive?" I asked, fearing his answer.
"You don't!" The line went dead.
I closed my eyes and felt the first tear slide down my cheek as the black car pulled up. I walked to the trunk that was now open, placing the duffel bag in the back. I grabbed the envelope that held my name in black marker. I closed the trunk and gave the paper to Officer Hale as soon as they ran up to me.
I sobbed with so many emotions as Rosalie barked out orders, they had the address and my baby will be safe.
"You have the right to remain silent," the one officer took hold of my hands and cuffed them together. Carlisle walked towards me and for the very first time I felt ashamed.
"Carlisle! Please!" I choked back tears. "Please keep Angela safe!"
BPOV
Every inch of my body pulsated with pain and extreme discomfort, but I pushed myself to keep going. I looked around the kitchen, taking in all the familiar surroundings. All the windows and exits were boarded shut. But somehow Laurent has been able to come in and out.
I had to think quick as I now heard Eric's footsteps descending the staircase.
"Bella, he is going to kill you!" Eric warned me.
"Come on Ang." I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the door on the opposite side of the kitchen. I ripped it open and began to run down the stairs to the basement. I recognized the house immediately when we were upstairs.
It was Eric's parent's old country home. I quickly walked through the box filled basement, winding Ang and I to the back part of the house.
"Bella, where are we going?" Angela asked me as we walked in complete darkness.
"They have a storm cellar. We need to get out from there!" I never slowed my pace. I moved a few boxes and shed a happy tear as the staircase came into view. We climbed quickly, pushing the door open and we were hit by a gust of wind.
We were completely surrounded by woods. I looked left, then right, before I started to run with Angela. "Let's go!" I called to her, guiding her into the bushes ahead of us. Tree branches scraped my arms as we ran full speed. Although the trees were taller and the bushes unkempt, I knew this trail like the back of my hand.
"Bella!" I stopped as I heard Angela yelp. "RUN!" I stood still watching Laurent grab onto Angela. "RUN BELLA!"
I watched in horror as he fought with her, dragging her back towards Eric's home. I had to hurry; I wouldn't be much help going back. I needed to get help. I started running towards the end of the trail, nearly twisting my ankles on the uneven ground.
My chest burned along with my lungs, but I knew I couldn't stop. Ang needed help. I fell and scraped my knees on the rough ground beneath me. I got right back up, my thighs began to burn as my feet pounded on the mudded ground, until finally, the trees broke apart and I saw what I running towards.
My parent's old home. I ran faster towards my childhood home. Through the back yard and up the back steps. I pounded on the door willing someone to help. I banged again, "Please HELP ME!"
I heard the knob jingle and the door swung open. "Hello, princess!"
"No!" I gasped, seeing Eric standing in the entryway. He held up a gun and I stood still.
"You fucking wouldn't listen would you? You tricked me and I was stupid enough to believe you!"
I felt the tears rushing down my face. "Get inside." I swallowed hard before walking into the kitchen. "You miss your parents, Bella?"
"DON'T FUCKING TALK ABOUT THEM!" I turned to face him, my eyes blurred by tears. "DON'T FUCKING DO IT!"
Eric laughed. I fell to my knees, covering my face with my hands. I was exhausted, emotionally and physically.
"Your parents would be disappointed to see what you turned into. They're probably turning in their graves."
"FUCK YOU!" I spat at him. "The only reason they're turning is because I married you!"
"I loved you Bella! We could have been happy!"
"Eric, I don't love you!" I wept, expressing my inner most feelings. "I love Edward. I'm sorry, but I do." I wiped my face clean as Eric processed what I was saying. "It's not too late, Eric. You can find someone to love you back. Please, let's call the police and I promise I won't press charges."
"Do you think I'm that stupid, Bella?" I watched him shake the gun around in the air as he talked to me from across the room. "I can't let you go now."
"Yes you can. Laurent…"
"Laurent is with Angela. It's just me and you now, Bella. No one even knows where we are." He looked at me like a crazy man. "This is how it should have been in the start. Me and you. Living here like a family."
He pointed the gun at me. "But, you had to fuck it all up. And that's why I have to do what I never wanted to do."
"No please!"
"You left me no choice Bella. If I let you live, you'll just go back to that ass that ruined our lives." Eric cocked his gun at me. "It's just you and me, baby!"
"NO!"
BANG.
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Dont kill me...eek..
sooooooooo what do u think happens next?
So hopefully Ari will be good to write soon...if not I will go ahead and write from BPOV until she can bring us EPOV...
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