Hey Hey!! I don't own Twilight. I would have updated sooner but I was out of town today :) Enjoy
Bella POV
Mental Institution? My Edward in the mental institution? How could it be? And why? Maybe because he reads minds . . . but he wouldn't be so stupid as to tell someone that, would he? Or maybe . . . Elizabeth! I'll bet that's it. His co-counselor will know for sure, though. I'd better go ask her.
I didn't know her scent, so I had to look everywhere before I found her. "Liz?" I aksed.
"Yeah?" she replied, looking surprised.
"Do you know why Edward is in the mental institution?"
"Yeah. He was grieving over the loss of his piano, so I figured that it would be the best place for him."
I knew it! "Thanks."
"No problem."
I turned and followed Edward's scent all the way to the mental institution. I walked inside and said, "Hi. I'm here to pick up Edward Cullen."
The guy at the desk said, "I'm sorry, Miss, but there's no Edward Cullen here."
Arrrgh! I don't have time for this. "Could I look anyways?"
"If you wish."
I opened the door and looked inside. I was greeted by a bunch of old people. What? Just because they're old doesn't mean they're insane. Jeez, people are so judgmental these days. I was just about to say something when I say the sign at the back of the room. 'Happy Days Retirement Home.'
Oh. I went to the retirement home instead of the mental institution. I feel so stupid now. Emmett must be rubbing off on me.
I walked out of the building without a word and went to the mental institution. This time, I made sure that I was at the right place. When I walked in, I asked, "Is Edward Cullen here?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm Bella Cullen. I've come to pick him up."
"Are you his mother?"
"Do I look like his mother?" I questioned.
"No, but plastic surgery can do wonders there days."
I sighed. "I'm not his mother. I'm his wi-sister."
"I'm sorry, Miss, but only his parents can pick him up."
Well, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Well, maybe second-stupidest, since I have heard Emmett talk. But, if it makes me get Edward back faster, I will get his parents here.
"Okay, thanks." I said, and walked out into the lobby to go call Carlisle and Esme.
Esme POV
Carlisle and I were sitting in the living room, enjoying the rare peace and quiet when the phone rang. Aww, please don't let that be who I think it is.
"Hello?" I answered the phone with a sense of trepidation.
"Esme?" it was Bella. There goes my peace and quiet. Whatever she needs, it's probably going to involve me . . . and the police. I hung up the phone before she had a chance to say anything.
"Who was that?" Carlisle asked.
"Wrong number."
No sooner had I sat down next to him than the phone rang again. It must have been important.
"Want me to get it?" Carlisle asked.
I sighed. "No, I got it." I picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Esme, it's Bella. Why'd you hang up on me."
"Bad connection." I lied. Did that even make sense?
"Oh, okay. Well, anyways, we have a problem."
Oh no. Who did Emmett kill? Probably Edward or Jacob. Or, maybe he didn't kill anyone. Maybe he and Rose got caught doing . . . stuff. Or maybe . . . no, I don't even want to think of any more possibilities.
"What happened?"
"Edward got sent to the mental institution."
Whew. Is that all? I was expecting something bad. This isn't that bad. I decided to ask the question that any normal mom would ask at this point (not that a vampire mom is normal), "Why?"
"He was grieving over Elizabeth-"
"He still hasn't gotten over that? It's a piano!" I interrupted.
"I know. And anyways, one of the counselors thought he belonged at the mental institution."
Well, I guess I don't blame him/her. Edward grieving over a piano would seem a little weird to someone who's not in our family. Well, actually, it seems weird to me too, and I am in the family.
"Oh. Okay . . ."
"So, can you and Carlisle come pick him up?"
Well, I guess that involves me. And I have to get up. Now, by no means am I lazy, but Carlisle and I were having a lovely time. We never get a chance to just sit there quietly and do nothing. But, I can't just leave Edward in the mental institution, even though it might actually do him some good.
"Sure."
"Thanks, Esme."
"No problem." What a lie. It is so a problem.
Review:) Next chapter will hopefully be up tomorrow. I already have an idea, which I hope you'll all think is funny (my friends and i certainley thought it was funny when we did it today lol). :)