It's Time
Chapter 14
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Jake POV
I can still remember the day my mother told me my father wasn't ever coming back. I was thirteen years old at the time. Unlike other moms who would have candy-coated the facts, mine didn't. She had told me the cold hard truth; my dad had been murdered.
Without my father's assistance, we lost our apartment, and Mom was forced to work on the streets. Our lives were forever ruined … and all because of two men, Carlisle and Eleazar Cullen.
From that moment on, I made it my life's goal to make them pay. Not only them but their entire family.
When I discovered that Eleazar had two daughters who attended Wellesley College, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to carry out my revenge.
My plan was simple - I would pick one of his precious daughters to date, and once I became an accepted member of their family, I would annihilate each and every one of them.
But that stupid, fucking bitch was not cooperating.
After enduring weeks at some lame ass bookstore to score a date with her, I couldn't believe Bella had the nerve to tell me she didn't want to see me anymore.
Once again, I questioned whether I had targeted the wrong girl. Perhaps if I had asked Alice out instead, by now, I would have made more progress. But at the time, Bella had seemed like a better choice. She had appeared to be more insecure and vulnerable.
Easier prey.
Who would have guessed she would turn out to be such a frigid cunt?
Not only had she not provided me with any new information about her family, but she hadn't even put out.
And to think, when I had first learned that Bella was not Eleazar's biological daughter, I had even considered sparing her life since she wasn't a true Cullen. Not anymore. Now that she had made me mad - all bets were off. She would suffer just like the rest of those motherfuckers.
Hell, after all the trouble she had caused me, I would make sure she suffered the most.
Next time I got my hands on her, I'd fuck her in front of her precious family right before I slit her throat.
Once I left the coffeehouse, I drove to Jamaica Plain to have a few beers and get some action. Thanks to that prick tease, Bella, I was horny as fuck.
After drinking a couple of Harpoons and getting a blowjob from some two-bit whore, I headed back to my apartment.
As soon as I got home, I collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep. I was dead to the world until a loud pounding noise woke me with a start the next day.
"Just a fucking minute!" I groaned. Stretching my arms above my head, I stood and scratched my balls as I walked to the door.
As I reached to turn the knob, the door crashed open. Two men stormed inside. Before I could even get a good look at them, a bag was thrown over my head.
I must have been knocked out because when I woke up, I had a massive headache and was no longer at my apartment. Instead, I found myself lying on the floor of an empty room. The bag had been removed, but in its place, I had been gagged and tied.
As I took in my surroundings, the men from my apartment entered.
Holy shit.
One of them was no other than Edward Cullen. My heart rate accelerated. He must have found out about my plans to kill his family.
"So who in the fuck do you think you are taking my girl out on a date?" Cullen roared.
What?
Before I could even comprehend who or what he was talking about, his foot made contact with my left side, and I could hear and feel the cracking of my ribs.
While I was doubled over in pain, he began screaming incoherently, and I could only make out a few words that he was saying.
"Mine! … Fucker! … Mine! … Bella!"
Wait, did he say Bella?
As I continued to listen to his rant, realization dawned on me. Bella Swan was Edward Cullen's girl.
But she told me she didn't have a boyfriend!
As I was thinking about what a fucking whore she was, Edward kicked deep into my belly.
"No one else dates her," he shouted as he pounded his heel into my back.
"Touches her," he hissed as his foot slammed into the center of my chest.
And finally, as I saw his foot coming straight for my head, he spat, "Or looks at her but me!"
Mike POV
Around ten the next morning, I called Edward. He was pissed as hell with me for missing his calls, so I gave him a story about dropping my phone and having to get a replacement. When I told him I hadn't seen his messages until just a few minutes prior, he seemed pacified. He then proceeded to grill me about everything that had occurred during Bella's date.
I kept to the basics, telling him how they had met at the coffee shop and how Bella had snubbed all of Black's advances. I didn't mention anything about Jacob's connection to the Volturi and didn't plan to anytime in the near future.
Edward didn't disclose when he would arrive in Boston before he hung up; only that he would be in touch.
Later that afternoon, it was Jasper Hale who contacted me asking for Black's address. I then asked if he wanted me to meet them there.
"No. Just wait for Edward's call," Jasper exhaled before adding, "between you and me, you don't even want to be around Edward right now. He's completely lost it. I'm only here on Carlisle's insistence. Hopefully, he'll calm down after he's dealt with this fucker."
Jasper might have been surprised by Edward's reaction, but I sure as shit wasn't. Lately that boy had a short fuse, and it didn't take much to set it off. Edward was Carlisle's son through and through; the older Cullen had a lot of influence over him. He spent his life molding him to be the way he thought he should be. And unfortunately, it seemed as though it was working.
By the time Jasper called me again with a location, I wasn't surprised to find Jacob Black's corpse on the cold concrete floor of an abandoned warehouse. He had been beaten to death. Clumps of brain matter were stuck to the wall next to his battered head. His body was in such an awkward position; it appeared as if it had been snapped in two.
The boy had suffered a painful death. The scene reeked of something I had seen from his father back in the day.
I had never known Edward to be so merciless. And for all Edward knew, Jacob Black was just some innocent college student whose only crime was asking the wrong girl out on a date.
A shudder ripped through my body with the realization that if he had known the entire truth, I would more than likely be lying dead on the floor too.
After I got Jacob's remains taken care of, I headed straight to the airport. Alec had arranged a flight for me, and I made it with a little over an hour to spare.
While I was checking in, I reached into my pocket for my wallet and discovered the envelope Bella had given me.
Shit! I had forgotten all about it.
I promised her I would get this to Edward, and I needed to keep my word.
"Excuse me."
"Yes, sir. How can I help you?" the ticket agent asked with a phony, plastered smile.
"Is there any way I can get this delivered to a local hotel?" I asked gesturing to the envelope.
"Our airport courier service should be able to help you. They are located next to terminal E."
Remembering Bella's warning, I arranged for the letter to be delivered to Edward's hotel an hour after my flight left.
After seeing his behavior earlier that day, I wasn't taking any unnecessary chances.
EPOV
"Damn, Edward." Jasper chuckled as he wiped the blood off his forearm. "I've never seen you act so brutal, and you appeared to love every moment of it."
"Oh, believe me; I've never enjoyed something so much in my entire life. I only regret he died so soon. Weak fucker." I spat on what was left of Black's mutilated corpse. Newton entered the room to take care of cleanup and disposal. "Clean this shit up, Mikey. Jasper and I are going to the hotel to change and eat."
After showering, I tried Eleazar's number. I had been trying to reach him since I had arrived earlier that morning, but he wasn't returning my calls. When I tried Carmen's number, and she didn't answer either, I became worried. Jasper and I headed over to their house. No one was there. I used the code to get in, and we decided to wait for them to get home. Jasper and I sat around and drank beer to pass the time. When it was close to midnight, and they still hadn't returned, I called Newton to make sure Isabella was safe in her dorm, but he didn't pick up either.
Jasper and I went upstairs to snoop around, and that's when I panicked. All of my aunt and uncle's shit was gone. Their clothing, my uncle's medication, and my aunt's jewelry—all of it. Gone. I looked for their luggage and couldn't find it either. I ran down the hall to my uncle's office, and his safe was open. All of his documents, including the family's passports, were missing as well.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" I screamed.
Jasper ran into the room and looked at me questioningly. He saw the empty safe and put two and two together.
We rushed to the car and drove over to look for Newton. When we arrived at his apartment, he didn't answer the door, so Jasper picked the lock.
My fist went through the living room wall when we discovered all of Newton's belongings were missing too.
"What the fuck is going on!" I shouted. Nothing was making sense. I paced around the apartment, running my hands through my hair. We had just seen Mikey; I had spoken to Eleazar a day and a half ago. He said nothing about leaving. Wouldn't he have contacted us if they were in danger and needed help? I tried his, Newton's, and my aunt's numbers again.
Nothing.
All rang busy.
All my thoughts turned to Isabella. I had to make sure she was okay. "Please let her be safe in her dorm, asleep," I silently prayed. I again used my phone, but this time I dialed a number I hadn't called before—hers. When it rang busy, I threw my phone across the room and groaned in frustration.
"Let's get the fuck out of here," I roared, as I grabbed the remains of my phone and headed towards the door.
After driving to the college and locating the girls' dorm, I pounded on the door until a security guard finally spoke through the intercom. "What do you need? Visiting hours are ten am to six pm daily."
"I'm sorry to bother you, but it's a family emergency. I am trying to reach two of your residents, and they are not answering their phones. Isabella Swan and Alice Cullen? It is of the utmost importance I speak with them now. My name is Edward Cullen."
"Let me check," the security guard replied.
I stood there waiting for what seemed like forever before the man's voice buzzed through the intercom and stated, "Isabella Swan and Alice Cullen aren't answering their door. Sorry, man. Come back during visiting hours. They're probably out partying. You know how these college kids are."
Out partying?
What. The. Fuck.
Exhausted and confused as hell, Jasper and I went back to our hotel. It was now three am, and I wanted to give Pops a call and get his take on the situation. He knew his brother best, and hopefully, he would know where the fuck Eleazar was and why he was hiding my girl.
When I stepped into the lobby of the hotel, the concierge stopped me before I entered the elevator. "Mr. Cullen? I have a message for you."
He handed me a white envelope. It had my name written on the front, but it was in a handwriting I didn't recognize.
I hurried to my room, sat on my bed, and ripped open the letter. Inside was a single sheet of paper. I unfolded it and began reading.
A vein in my forehead throbbed as my vision clouded with a fog of rage.
What in the fuck had I just read?
Crumpling the letter into a tight paper ball, I threw it across the room. I then hurled whatever I could get my hands on - a nightstand, the television, lamps, the phone; anything was fair game.
Jasper ran into my room via our adjoining door. "Holy shit, Edward! What the fuck are you doing?"
Too incensed to respond, I continued with my destruction. When he attempted to stop me from smashing a mirror, I punched him instead, and the sound of his septum cracking filled the air.
I don't even remember what happened next, but an hour later, I was handcuffed by Boston's Finest and was being charged with assault and destruction of property.
"Call Pops!" I yelled to a dazed and bloodied Jasper as a cop shoved me in the back of a cruiser. "Tell him to find Eleazar now!"
Five days later, my ass was still in the county lockup.
Five motherfucking days.
Carlisle wouldn't answer my calls, and Jasper had pretty much disappeared off the face of the earth.
My entire life had gone to shit. My girl was gone, and my family had all but forsaken me.
To top it off, I felt antsy, and my skin crawled. At this point, I would have given my left nut for just one line of coke.
As I paced my cell feeling like a trapped animal, someone called my name.
"Cullen. You've made bail."
Finally.
A guard unlocked the cell, and I followed him down the hallway to the processing room where I filled out the customary paperwork. After getting my shit back, I entered the lobby and found the last person I expected to see waiting for me.
"Nonno, thank fuck you're here."
AN:
Thank you to Fran, Gabby, AllTheWayIntoTwilight and new pre-reader DICATAKADD. Your insight and support are appreciated more than words can express.
Well, my husband just read this chapter and informed me that I have a potty mouth. ;) I won't be asking him to pre-read again...
On another note, I apologize for the delay in this chapter, but I do have chapters 15 and 16 completed so the wait for those won't be as long. :)
I am thrilled to say that we are now officially finished with the one-shot. In chapter 15, change is in the air.
And finally, a huge shout-out to my readers! You are the best part of this wonderful fandom!
Until next time,
HE