Disclaimer: The story doesn't belong to me; the characters are property of S. Meyer and the plot belongs to Ann Arston Ara. I just translate with her permission.
My son's teacher
By: Ann Arston Ara
Translation: ClaryFlynn98
Beta: Ritchee the fangirl
Chapter 30: The gift of an angel
Rosalie looked around. The beautiful meadow she was in was unmatched. She didn't remember what had happened, she didn't feel pain, she couldn't think.
A fresh breeze made her close her eyes and breathe the air to fill her lungs. In the distance, the colour of orange hair caught her attention.
— Am I dead? — Rosalie asked out of the blue. Someone put a hand on her shoulder and Rosalie jumped up in fear. Her sister's fresh laugh surprised her. Rosalie turned and saw her as beautiful as an angel. Anddie smiled at her. Her cheeks were coloured, and her beautiful eyes glowed like they do when they go shopping or just have a cup of coffee.
— No, you're not dead — said her sister laughing and circling. Rosalie followed her with her eyes and asked:
— What happened?
Anddie stopped and the birds singing in the meadow stopped singing and then she answered.
— There's something bad around them all. She is bad, Rose.
— Who?
Anddie denied and then laughed, running around again. Then, she stopped and put her hands in Rosalie's shoulders saying:
— It's not time yet. You must come back, dear sister, you must protect my son — Rosalie frowned and Anddie continued — although she'll do better than you. She's good, she has a beautiful heart. A pure heart, the gift of an angel. Go back, Rose. You and I will always be sisters.
Rose smiled and her side started to hurt too much. She listened around. There were no more birdsong. All around her there were screams and ambulances. Her body felt heavy.
— Rosalie! Rosalie! Let me go! Rosalie! — Emmett tried to get out of the grip of the five paramedics who were holding him. Scared and with tears in his eyes he saw his wife lying on the ground with several paramedics around her. He wanted to run and save her, he wanted to be the one in her place. She couldn't leave him alone. She was his life.
— Clear! — said one using the defibrillator on Rosalie's chest.
— We got her! — said another one with enthusiasm. The paramedics released Emmett and he suddenly felt tired, heavy, he couldn't stand on his own. He had been sedated.
All the Cullen family ran through the hospital corridors. Edward stopped when he realized that neither Rose nor Emmett would possibly want to see him. Bella, who was the last to arrive, saw him sitting alone. She sighted and seated by his side, put a hand on his shoulder, and asked:
— Are you okay? — Edward shook his head and answered.
— Rosalie almost died because of my recklessness. If I... — Bella put her hand on his mouth and shook her head, forcing him to keep silent.
— Accidents happen in the least expected moment, Edward. They are never someone's fault — said Bella gently. Edward kissed her hand and took it between his.
— How can you have such a big heart?
Bella smiled and kissed his cheek before getting up to wink at him and say:
— It's a gift. The gift of an angel.
Anthony carefully opened the door and his heart skipped a beat when he saw his aunt connected to several wired, he did not know. Her face was bruised, and her head was wrapped in a bandage.
— Hey — said his aunt's voice, drawing him out of his thoughts.
— How are you feeling? — asked Anthony approaching her slowly. Rosalie smiled and Anthony tried to smile at her.
— Like a mummy — Rosalie responded in a whisper, making her nephew smile. Then, she said in a serious way — I'm okay honey, are you going to come and hug me?
— I could hurt you — said Anthony with tears in his little eyes. Rosalie denied and opened her arms. Despite the pain she felt, she was dying to hug her little boy.
— Well, a hug from you would be a good medicine for me — she said still with her arms open. Anthony nodded and hugged his aunt gently. Rosalie pressed him to her chest and felt him cry.
— Calm down, my boy, it's over.
Anthony kissed his aunt's face surprising her and said:
— I forbid you to die. You and my godfather have it forbidden, okay? — Rosalie laughed and her eyes filled with tears. She wiped her nephew's face and said:
— Well, then I need you to find Count Dracula — Anthony frowned, and Rosalie continued — If he's cute, I can seduce him to make me immortal. I don't know if your godfather would like the idea, but I can try to convince him.
Anthony kissed his aunt again and Rosalie sighted saying:
— I'm going to be with you for a very long time, even if your father refuses and sends me to fly. (1)
— I don't think you can fly — said Edward's voice. He was leaning in the doorway. Rosalie looked at him without any expression on her face and Edward said, addressing to Anthony:
— Can you please leave me alone with your aunt for a while? — Anthony nodded and left after kissing his aunt again. — I'm sorry for what I said — said Edward approaching to the stretcher. Rosalie smiled and answered him:
— Don't worry.
— James hurt me a lot when he knew that his daughter was going to marry me — Edward explained. Rosalie tried to settle down and Edward helped her.
— I remember very well Anddie's face when she saw you in the hospital being beaten up by those heartless people.
Edward smiled and looked through the small hospital window. He remembered well the damage that man wanted to do to him when his daughter gave him the news that they were going to get married. He also remembered his wife's tears when her father refused to give her away at their wedding.
After her death, James had vanished and separated from his wife's mother. Despite knowing that they had a grandson, he had faced his mourning alone and in silence and that made them both equal because Edward had faced his mourning alone and in silence as well.
— I hated seeing her cry — whispered Edward as he looked out the window, then turned to see Rosalie. She looked so much like Anddie. Strangely, he hadn't noticed and felt like a fool for it. — Why didn't I ever notice it? Why didn't I ever notice how alike you are? — asked Edward looking at Rosalie. She looked at him for a moment before answering, justifying it.
— Because you loved my sister too much and the pain of her death blinded you.
Edward nodded. Then he went over to Rose to stroke her cheek and turn around without saying anything else.
— Mr. Cullen? — asked a tall, dark man in a black suit and leather jacket. His eyes were dark brown. He approached Edward, who was leaving his ex-sister-in-law's room.
Edward turned and nodded. The man approached him and extended his hand, introducing himself.
— I'm Garret Guest, the chief of police of the Los Angeles organized crime unit.
Edward shook Garrett's hand a little bit confused and asked:
— What can I help you with, officer? — Garrett indicated a seat for Edward in the chairs in the waiting room and he sat down.
— I'm here for the accident of Mrs. McCarthy — Edward frowned, and Garret continued — There are a number of murders attempts we've been investigating for several years. All with the same MO. (2)
— What does this have to do with my sister-in-law? — asked Edward scared. Garret cleared his throat and took out a folder from his jacket, giving it to Edward, who opened it and saw the car that Rose was driving smashed to pieces. But there were more cars there as well, overturned, and photographs of people who hadn't survived.
— God! — exclaimed Edward as he looked at them. That could have happened to Rosalie. She could have died.
— I'd like to ask you to go around the police station and ask for me — Edward returned Garret his folder. He stood up and said — Tomorrow someone will come and talk to the accident victims.
Edward nodded and the police officer smiled at him and nodded as well saying:
— If it was a homicide attempt, we're going to discover it, Mr. Cullen. They had the luck of surviving. Meanwhile, today just the family can see Mrs. McCarthy and her husband, no one else can enter into those rooms.
Edward nodded and saw the police officer walk away.
— Is everything alright? — asked Bella to Edward, who turned to see her. Anthony was with her, holding her hand. Edward looked at his son and, for the first time in twelve years, he was afraid for him.
— Dad? — asked Anthony. Edward reacted and nodded saying:
— Have you seen your godfather yet? —Anthony denied. Edward cleared his throat and took Bella's hand to walk with them to Emmett's room.
— Hey! Tony Stark is visiting me! — said Emmett moving uncomfortably on the stretcher where they had him lying. You could see the bandages on his sides because he was shirtless and had refused to wear the hospital gown.
— How do you feel godfather? — asked the little boy, approaching him. Emmett grimaced and answered
— Better than my barbie, that's for sure, even those sons of...
— Emmett… don't — Edward said stopping him. Emmett sighed in frustration and said:
— They won't let me see my Rosie and if I don't get permission, I'm going to become a real Hulk. By spider-man, I swear — Anthony denied. His sponsor would never lose his sense of humour, he was sure of that, and at that moment the door opened. Carlisle came in with a wheelchair saying:
— Why don't we go and see your barbie?
Emmett wanted to get up and moaned in pain without being able to do it.
— Damn! — he exclaimed defeated. Edward let go of Bella's hand and walked to his Best Man saying:
— Come on, I'll help you.
— You'd better have eaten well today, Cullen, for I feel heavy — said Emmett leaning on Edward, who smiled and joked.
— Don't fall in love with my perfume, brother.
— Be careful, I may be marrying you next week — said Emmett laughing as he held his side in one hand.
Carlisle offered Emmett the wheelchair, but he refused, and like a brave man he walked, even with his broken ribs, to his barbie's room.
— Baby? — Emmett whispered as he looked at her with her eyes closed.
He approached slowly, for his ribs would not allow him to go any faster. He sat down next to her on the bed and she opened her eyes. Rosalie hung on to his neck without caring about the pain and filled his face with kisses. Emmett was wise and carefully laid her down and kissed her. Edward turned around when he heard a sigh and Bella smiled at him, lying on the doorway, then he nodded his head to let them out, leaving the lovebirds alone. Edward turned and walked out with Bella.
— Thank you — he said, taking her hand lovingly. Bella shrugged her shoulders and touched his nose in surprise and Edward pulled her towards him and hugged her tightly. — Thank you —he said again, this time looking into her eyes.
He caressed her face and kissed her, losing himself in her lips like a thirsty man. Bella ran her hands down his neck to his hair to caress him. Edward smiled, as Bella stood on the tip of her toes.
— You're a little small, don't you think? — Edward joked. Bella bit his lower lip, without hurting him, causing reactions in Edward that at that moment he ignored and then she released him saying:
— No. You're too tall.
— The truck rammed us several times — Emmett replied uncomfortably.
— Did you see anything? Someone suspicious before you left.
— No — Emmett answered quickly. Garrett wrote something down in his notebook and asked his last question.
— Did you get the van's license plate number?
Emmett laughed out loud and responded:
— At that moment, all I wanted was for my Barbie not to get hurt. And I almost lost her because of that damn accident.
Garret nodded and headed for the door, saying:
— I hope you get better soon Mr. McCarthy.
— Hey Sherlock! —Emmett call him. Garrett stopped and waited, then Emmett said — James Davis. He's my prime suspect.
Garrett didn't turn around and leave the room, leaving Emmett confused because he didn't ask any more questions when he was sure the man had wanted to end his daughter's life.
— What are you doing here? — James turned to his only daughter and looked at her for a moment. She had her mother's beautiful eyes and her hair but the rest, the rest belonged to him and Anddie. So he replied:
— I wanted to see how you were doing.
— Since when do you care? —asked Rosalie uncomfortably.
— You're my daughter too —-James argued by touching some flowers that were on a piece of furniture next to the stretcher. Rosalie laughed humourlessly and said:
— No way! Really? I didn't know it!
— What happened? — James asked. Rosalie frowned and answered:
— I don't know. All I know is that suddenly we had no brakes and a black van hit us several times, and after several blows, we rolled over.
— Someone wanted to kill you — James said as he left the room without saying goodbye.
Eleonora turned off the television and the doorbell forced her to get up. She opened the door without looking at who it was, and a knock caught her and made her fall to the floor.
— What's wrong with you, old man? —she asked angrily, getting up.
— That's what I'm wondering, too, you little devil — said James taking her by the hair.
Eleonora groaned in pain, surprised by the attack of the old man, who in spite of his age seemed to have strength. James forced her to look at him and said:
— You made a move without my consent.
— I don't have to explain myself to you — Eleonora spat, trying to get out of his grip. James grabbed her chin and squeezed her. Eleonora was small compared to him.
— I hate to be played with — he roared, squeezing her. Eleonora groaned again in pain and James continued. — hate that you're trying to be clever and if you try that again I'm going to kill you with my bare hands.
— You want to see Edward in hell — Eleonora affirmed. James threw her on the couch, turned to the door, and said:
— But not like this.
— I didn't touch the brat — said Eleonora from the sofa. James stopped and turned immediately, putting his cane to Eleonora's neck and grunting:
— Oh, believe me, honey… You don't want to do that
1) Send me to fly: Is an expression we use for saying that we want someone away. The reason I used that is 'cause either way the next sentence wouldn't have sense. You could say "call it quits" for when you finish a relationship. This is the equivalents I found: 'dump', 'break up with', 'kick to the curb', 'send packing'. For more examples, search "mandar a volar"
2) MO: Modus Operandi. 1. A method of operating or functioning. 2A person's manner of working.
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