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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...

Chapter Fifty-Eight

EPOV

Good thing, I lived in the same building, because that pussy, Whitlock, had ruined my goddamn shirt.

I´d just stepped back out onto the balcony when my phone started playing, Brown-Eyed Girl by Van Morrison.

Not going to lie; Izzy´s got my balls back in Forks.

And I´m fucking proud of it!

"Hey, Pretty Girl," I answered, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Edward," Bella sniffled sadly. "Edward, something´s wrong! We´re not coming to Chicago!" she openly sobbed.

What the fuck?

This was news to me!

Last time I talked to Carlisle, he told me they´re flight was scheduled for Saturday morning.

Immediately, I went into panic mode.

The worry and the tears in Bella´s voice were making crazy. I felt extremely helpless being so far away. "Izzy," I breathed, trying desperately to keep my shit together so I could calm her down. "Baby Girl, start from the beginning. Are you hurt? Is it Esme? Carlisle? Baby, I need you to stop crying and tell me what´s wrong."

"I-I-I think," She hiccupped noisily. "I think it´s Carlisle´s father. H-he´s dying, Edward, and we have to go to Alaska!" Bella went on to say. "I didn´t even know his dad was still alive! Please, Edward, you have to tell them to let me come to Chicago instead. Can´t I just stay with you until they get things settled over there?"

"Of course you can, Sweet Girl. Where are my mom and dad now?"

"Carlisle´s wrapping up things at the hospital for his leave, and Me-me´s gone to the store," Bella told me. I was amazed at how much calmer she sounded now that she knew that I would take care of things.

"Okay, Iz," I smiled, knowing I´d see my girl soon. "Let me call, Es, and then I´ll see about booking you a flight.

Just then, Alice passed by me, and caught wind of who I was talking to.

Not good!

"Ooo, Edward," She squealed like a kid hyped up on too much candy. "Is that Isabella? Give me the phone! Let me talk to her!"

Unfortunately, no one ever said, "No" to Alice Brandon.

Or better yet, no one got the chance, seeing how the phone was ripped away from my ear before she even finished talking.

Thankfully, I´d already warned Bella of Alice´s exuberance, so she was happy to play along. Honestly, I think she was looking forward to finally having real friends. She´d already referred to Jasper and Emmett as her adopted big brothers, and Alice and Rose were already making plans for their little sister this summer.

"Hey, Jazz," I called, stepping away from the shrieking little shrew. "Let me see your phone, since Rainbow Brite over there hijacked mine!"

"Dude," Jasper drawled lazily, tossing me his cell. "You´re not gonna stop until Alice kicks your ass. She´s told you not to call her that."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever man," I tossed out before stepping inside Em´s guest bedroom, to call Esme. Before shutting the door, I smiled. Hearing Alice assure my girl that they were going to be the best of friends made my heart swell.

It felt good to have the support of my friends.

Our friends!

When the time was right, Bella and I would have the support system we needed to make this, us, work.

Now to handle my parents, I´d be damned if I let Isabella anywhere near that deranged fucker, Eleazar Cullen.

If I had my way, none of my family would be going to Alaska!

As far as I was concerned, that old bastard could rot in hell for all I cared!

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