AN: Sorry about the delay in updates! I have a really big audition tomorrow, well later today, and I needed to get ready! Things will pick back up when that´s over! Thanks for sticking with me, and for those who sent messages to make sure I was ok! YOU GUYS RAWK!
DreamTeam worked their magic of course!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NUTHIN!
That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of…
Chapter Fifty-Nine
BPOV
As usual I was caught up in one of my Edward inspired fantasies, and missed what Esme said.
Sadly, that happened a lot these days.
Between the vivid, all-too-realistic dreams, and the constant masturbating, I was surely damaging valuable brain cells.
Esme´s frantic voice snapped me back to the present. "Oh my God, Carlisle," she gasped, clutching her heart. "No, of course not! Whatever you need, Sweetheart. I trust your judgment, and we´ll do what you deem best."
What the hell was going on?
I couldn´t make heads or tails of the situation, especially, not with just Esme´s side of the conversation to go on.
One thing I did know was that whatever it was, it had upset her that´s for sure.
Automatically, my hand went to the cell phone that was in my pocket.
It felt like it weighed a ton.
My fingers rubbed back-and-forth over the cold device, aching to call Edward.
If only she would get off the phone and tell me what was going on!
We were scheduled to leave in a few days, and I had a sick feeling deep in the pit of my belly that this phone call had something to do with our trip.
And whatever it was; I wasn´t going to like it!
Not one bit!
Just when I thought I would combust, Esme ended the call, and eyed me warily.
"I´m afraid I have some bad news, Sweetie," Esme said, eyes glistening with tears. "There has been a change of plans, we´re not going to Chicago, instead, we're leaving for Alaska in the morning."
Alaska?
Are you kidding me!
No. No. No. Nooooo!
This is not fucking happening!
"W-wh-wha-what?" I sputtered in confusion.
Was this Esme´s idea of some kind of joke?
I mean, Alaska´s beautiful and all, but I don´t want to fucking go there!
"Honey," she said, smoothing my hair away from my face. "It´s Carlisle´s father, Eleazar. He´s sick, and possibly dying."
Well shit, that sure as hell changes things.
Of course, not for me, but for some of the players involved in this fucked-up game we call life; it sucks.
My mind was going a mile-a-minute when realization hit me; Carlisle has a father?
That was news to me.
Why hasn´t anyone ever mentioned this guy?
And better still, why hadn't I ever met him?
These people were my legal guardians; I would think that having a grandfather somewhere in the world would be something they´d at least have the decency to mention.
Rushing out of the house, Esme ordered me to be ready to leave for Seattle by the time she got back.
Like hell I will!
Usually, I wasn´t one to buck against the system, but this time, I was putting my foot down!
I refused to spend my summer watching some old man, who I knew nothing about, die when I could hang out with the likes of Edward – sexy as fuck – Cullen and his friends in Chicago.
Determined to get Esme´s ruling overturned, I called the one person I knew who could get through to her.
As if he was anticipating my call, he picked up only after a half ring. "Hey Pretty Girl."
At the sound of his voice, all my emotions, and the weight of the situation came crashing down on me at once. "Edward," I cried as the thin damn holding back my emotions gave way.
Ok...keep your fingers and toes crossed for me tomorrow! Leave me some love!
Krazi
xoxo