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VOTE FOR PEDRO-
Last on silence-
So, I have no clue how old you are now… if you're eighteen or twenty five. I'll always hate that fact that I wasn't a part of your teen and adult life.
I know you've turned out exactly the way we had originally wanted, and I'm so, so proud of you.
I know you probably feel like we didn't love you, but you have to know… my heart will break if you don't know, that I'll love you until the day I die.
And I know you'll most likely say no to this, but I have to ask.
If you can find it in your heart to understand everything I just said… I want to see you.
Now that's a question. Nothing much… I'm already expecting a no, so don't worry about it… but I'd love to see you, and so would your father.
With so, so much love,
Elizabeth Masen, your birth mom.
Currently on silence-
E.P.O.V.
I blinked. What was I going to do… was that even accurate?
She wrote that when I was eight years old… and now I'm eighteen- she might not feel the same way. But why would she have given me that letter now if she didn't mean it?
And beyond that, was everything in there true? They got rid of me because of Sheila? Of course… I remembered little, terrifying sparks of memory of those few nights we had together. I remembered parts of it, but mostly I just remembered wanting to go home… and I hadn't even remembered I knew Sheila until she had said those things back at the house. And now I knew… could it even be possible that they cared?
I mean, could they? Was that allowed? And now I wanted to know whether or not it was emotionally possible for me to go to them, to talk with them about how I felt about all of this… it was just so crazy, having to now live with the concept that they cared. I had grown up with the pounding thought in my head that they didn't have the time for me.
But then again, why was I so thick? They kept Renesmee… and that was only because Sheila posed no threat to her… I'm so stupid! I should have pieced this all together faster… it never made sense to me anyways, I just accepted the unacceptable.
This was just way too much to take in… they loved me? That was impossible… it just couldn't happen… it wasn't logical…
"Edward…" Bella asked quietly. "What are you going to do?" she said, interrupting my ongoing thoughts on legitimacy.
I looked down at the covers.
"I… I don't know, Bella… I think they might just have said that to be polite," I mumbled.
My eyes were burning holes in the mattress. I felt an embarrassing feeling spread through my body. Is this the feeling Bella had when we were dealing with her parents? Did she feel this alone and embarrassed of what had happened?
I frowned, realizing my own mistake in underestimating Bella's fear of conquering her fear of her father.
I felt a delicate hand start to lift my chin.
"Come on now, Edward," she said, looking intensely into my eyes. "Do you remember what you kept telling me when I was dealing with Charlie? That I could do this… and that you were with me so everything would be okay. And I can see it in your eyes right now, Edward Anthony, you don't believe me, and I know how that feels. I almost never believed you when you said that." I narrowed my eyes. "But you were right, and I know that now. Everything you said, down to the nail, was right. I could do it, and I can do anything now. And I know it. You taught me that. And if you think I'm going to go back to Forks with you not knowing what would've happened, then you are sadly mistaken," she said.
I saw the truth of it in her eyes.
I couldn't help it, I leaned in slowly and kissed her lightly.
"You really think that I should go and see them?" I asked.
I heard a loud, resounding bark sound through the room and I gasped loudly, bumping foreheads with Bella as I tried to find the source of the noise.
I blinked, focusing on what looked like a Siberian Husky walking over to us.
He started to nudge my leg, as if trying to agree with Bella.
Bella giggled, reaching down to scruff up his fur.
"Oh, by the way, this is Jake," she said fondly.
I laughed, slightly distracted. "You mean Jon Jacob Jingleheimer Shmidt who goes by his middle name?" I raised an eyebrow.
Bella gave me a cheeky grin. "The one and only."
I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close to kiss her hair, still laughing.
"Well… I don't know what decision we came to about this… but I think Jake agrees with me… so you are overruled, buddy. You're going to go see your parents."
I sighed, but started to feel a lump in my throat.
"Will you come with me?" I asked slowly.
She nodded, "You were with me every step of the way, before, and I'm with you every step of the way now. Edward, nothing can hurt us if we're together."
And as much as that sounded like it was stolen off of a hallmark card, I couldn't have said it better myself.
I sighed, smiling. "You're right, Bella."
She smiled. "Oh, I know."
I heard another bark and Bella frowned. "I think Jake wants to be right, too."
I patted his head. "Okay, Schmidt, you're right too."
She smiled at me. "That's better."
After a couple of minutes, Bella started to look distressed. Or at least a little.
"Something on your mind, babe?" I asked.
She sighed. "Well… sort of… nothing huge," she was quick to assure. "But I wanted to let you know that, while I thoroughly enjoyed what just happened," She looked embarrassed as she referred to the sex, "the before part… well… it scared me… it reminded me of… of Charlie a little…" She slurred the last part and wrapped her hands in the comforter.
Horrified at myself, my eyes grew wide. Had I not thought through my anger? She was right. I stared at my hands, the same hands that had tied her to a bed not an hour before.
"B-Bella… I'm… I'm so sorry…"
She started to shake her head. "No… Edward I don't want you to think that you did something bad. You were angry and that's how you decided to take it out, but I just…"
I shook my own head. "No excuses. I promise it won't happen again, love," I said, kissing her cheek.
She smiled a little, nodding.
Jake barked.
ABSABSABSABS
"Never mind, Bella… I can't do this. They wrote that eleven years ago, there's no way they want me to come see them now."
Bella pursed her lips. "Edward, just knock on the damn door already, you know you're just nervous."
I stared at the door and raised my hand to knock. My fist never made contact with wood.
Bella urged me with her eyes. "Just knock, Edward. The worst that can happen won't kill you, and maybe you'll get to see Renesmee…" she tempted.
I gulped, trying to make my hand knock, but it just… wouldn't.
Bella's tiny hand wrapped around mine and knocked on the door with my fist.
My heart started making uncomfortable jumps, making me groan. No answer.
"Okay, they aren't here. Lets go."
I turned to leave but Bella stayed rooted in her position. I turned back to the door, waiting.
When I heard the footsteps, my mind tried to tell me to run. I tried to follow the directions, but I couldn't, too intrigued and too nervous.
I took a deep breath and Bella gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.
I saw a blur in the frosted glass window beside the door.
The handle clicked and the door opened.
I saw Victoria, and I realized that, with all of the drama that happened, we forgot to tell Victoria that she wasn't needed any longer.
She looked confused to see me, but called for them.
More footsteps.
The next thing I saw… there were two people, two very unfamiliar people.
I knew in the back of my mind that this was them. These two people in front of me were the same people I thought so much of.
The ones I'd always worried about and why they'd disowned me. Looking at these people… they didn't mean anything to me.
I felt myself growing angry. How had I built up to this moment my whole life, only to feel nothing once we came face to face?
The woman, who I knew was my birth mother, was frozen, along with the man.
They stared at me as if they were starving people who hadn't eaten in years… they looked… fond?
Was the letter true?
From the looks on their faces, the letter was nothing but the truth.
Elizabeth, I presumed, looked very shaky. "Edward…" she said, her eyes disbelieving.
I swallowed, uncomfortable from the attention.
The man looked like a proud football coach on a game day as he looked at me.
I glanced away, instead choosing to look at Bella. She was smiling.
I felt intensely uncomfortable… I didn't know these people who were supposedly my parents. My body flooded with disappointment.
And, as I looked back… as I thought about when I was little, and even now, when I could hardly stand the thought of rejection from them, I found that I had almost no memories with them.
I found that their opinion of me didn't… matter. Their happy faces didn't matter. I didn't know them. Their judgments… they didn't matter either.
"Hello," I said, ending the silence.
The man shook his head. "Please… come in."
I felt Bella's hand on my back, propelling me forward.
I followed them inside.
"W-would you like something to drink?" she asked.
I frowned. "Actually, I want to get to the point: why I'm here."
They nodded after a while.
We sat down on a white couch.
"Alright…" the man, Edward Sr., said.
"I read the letter you wrote me," I said, shooting them a small smile.
Elizabeth smiled. "I'm glad you've decided to come and see us," she said.
I nodded.
"And, before I say anything… I want you to know that I do forgive you, and that this isn't something you should be beating yourself up over. I ended up with an amazing life. I... I also want to say that I'm quite overwhelmed. I just am finding it hard to take this in… I've always been so used to being given away for no reason…" I trailed off when I saw frowns overcome their faces.
"And next… I," courage, Edward…, "I wanted you to know that you could have told me. My whole life I wanted to know what I'd done that was so obtrusive in your lives that it was completely impossible to let me in on what was happening. Couldn't you have just given me a letter an eight year old would understand but at the same time feel accepted? I thought that you guys abandoned me because you didn't love me. Do you have any clue what that did to me? What it still does to me?" I said, feeling the anger boil up inside of me.
They didn't respond. Elizabeth kept her eyes on the ground while Edward Sr. looked angry as well.
"We did what was right, Edward. If we would've told you we loved you, you would've kicked and screamed to stay."
I curled my fists in my hair and sat down. "God, I know that… I just…" I took a deep breath. "I just wish I would've known…" I said.
I felt Bella's hand rub my upper back.
Elizabeth sighed. "I'm sorry… there just didn't seem like there was anything we could do to-"
I cut her off. "No… never mind… I understand and-"
This time I was cut off.
"Edward! Edward, Edward, Edward, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!" a loud and giggly voice shouted and became louder.
I grinned as I saw Renesmee run towards me. Yeah, my exact hair color and eyes. Weird.
As she jumped into my arms and ruffled my hair, I felt pity for Elizabeth and Edward Sr. I felt more of an attachment to this giggling girl than I did to them.
I kissed the top of her head and she beamed up at me.
"Hello, Nessie." I said. She giggled again.
She twisted in my arms towards her parents.
"Vicky told me to tell you guys that there was someone at the door she wants you to take care of…" she said.
They got up to go greet whoever it was and Nessie spun around again.
She wrapped her tiny hands in my hair. "Whoa… Eddie you do look like me! If you grew your hair out we could be twins!" She bounced excitedly.
I heard Bella sigh in contentment beside me, looking at me holding my little sister. And so what if she wasn't a kid anymore, I could still hold her… right?
I heard a scream come from the kitchen, and a grown man's cry. They were worrying sounds.
Bella stood to investigate, but I warned her with my eyes and handed her Renesmee, going to see for myself.
As I rounded the corner, the first thing I saw was Sheila. Crazy eyed Sheila.
The second thing I noticed was the shiny black gun she was holding to Elizabeth's face.
I froze, staring at the unfolding scene before me with pulse-pumping fear.
"Sheila," I said through clenched teeth. "Don't do this… you don't know what you're doing…" I said.
Her eyes darted to mine, her hand wavering, but the target still the same.
"Edward, oh my dear Edward! They have you here! You don't know how long I've looked for you… and that psychotic girl of yours who dumped me in the woods…"
She grunted, and when Edward Sr. tried to move in front of Elizabeth she cocked the gun to him, flashing it back and forth.
"What can I do to make you go away?" I asked quietly, shaking with fear.
I heard Bella's feet moving and I shot her another warning glance. She stopped.
Sheila chuckled darkly. "Come with me and I'll never bother them again," she tempted.
I looked at Elizabeth, shaking. She shook her head, eyeing the gun warily.
I took a deep breath. "Sure," I said, shrugging.
"Wait, no stop!" I heard Bella's unwelcome voice shout from behind me.
I glared at her and she pointedly looked at Sheila.
"Ah… so there she is," Sheila said, now pointing the gun towards Bella and my sister. "The girl I need to get some revenge on…"
I stepped in front of them, the gun now aiming at me.
"Don't shoot, Sheila. This isn't what you want," I said slowly. "It would make me sad for you to shoot. You'd be so much happier if you put the gun down…"
"How do you figure that?" she asked.
My breath grew even more ragged. I stepped closer, now five feet away from the gun.
"You don't want to having killing someone on your conscious, Sheila… it won't make you happy long term." One step closer. "I know you don't believe me, but I'm telling you the truth." One step closer. "Besides, I'm too old for you to take care of me anyways. I'm eighteen, Sheila. I'm not four anymore."
I was now a foot length's away from the gun. Her hand started shaking.
So fast that I didn't think through the stupidity, I reached out and grabbed the gun.
I heard Bella shout my name.
I twisted the gun around and yanked it out of her grip.
She stared down at her hand, bewildered. "What…"
Shit… I thought. What the hell do I do with the gun now. Edward Sr., suddenly becoming unfrozen, came forward quickly and held her against the wall.
Elizabeth stumbled over to where Bella was standing with Nessie.
I watched Edward Sr., while keeping her against the wall, reach for his phone and dial three numbers. He shoved her outside and slammed the door after following her out.
I felt my hands unstable around the gun. My eyes wide when looking down at it.
Soon after, I felt soft hands fold over mine, moving the gun into safety lock. I looked up to see Bella. How did she know how to do that? Oh… right, Charlie…
With a clang, I let the gun drop to the ground. Bella wrapped her arms around me. I felt a firm tug at my shirt.
I looked down to see Nessie.
"What happened?" she asked, looking scared.
I lifted her up and kissed her cheek.
"Nothing, sweetie, just somebody bad."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not stupid, Eddie. That was that Ordellus lady, huh?" she said.
I leaned my head against hers. "Yes," I mumbled.
I stared off at the wall and felt Nessie being lifted from my arms.
"Come on, sweetie, I think Edward needs to be alone right now," Bella said. I shot her a thankful glance.
I mechanically walked over to the couch and sat down. She was here… she'd been here… we could have all been dead.
And I knew, even though the police hadn't had anything on her before, they did now, for assault and attempted kidnapping or some shit like that.
I ran my hands through my hair.
Soon, I heard sirens. Soon, I looked out of the window.
Soon, when Bella came back down and hugged me, I knew that we were finally safe, every question answered.
I kissed her head, exhausted.
Ha! See, I have the ability to write a non cliffy! In your twerdy faces!
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