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

Chapter Sixty-Four

EPOV

By the time I spoke to Carlisle, I´d calmed down considerably; Esme, who received the full-force of my wrath, wasn´t as lucky as Carlisle.

Thinking back now, I really did overreact, marginally, I was willing to admit. But, at the time, my only concern was keeping my Izzy away from the evil bastard that fathered Carlisle, and the rest of his sick ass family.

And I´d done just that, despite a few casualties, and ill-spoken words; Isabella was on her way to Chicago, and that´s all that mattered.

However, hindsight was 20/20, and I really was a jackass to Esme. In the dawning of a new day, I realized that I owed her more than just some meaningless apology. By the time I was sufficiently absolved, my knees would be raw for all the groveling I would be doing.

Thinking back, I cringe at the way that I spoke to my mother.

Ring...ring...ring...

"Oh, Edward," Esme answered, sounding a bit out of breath. "I was just going to call you."

"Oh you were now," I snapped heatedly. "And when, pray tell, were you going to call me, Esme, before or after you dragged Isabella off to Alaska to watch that jackass die?"

"Wha-what?" Esme stuttered, stunned by my unexpected attack.

"You heard me, Es," I growled impatiently, not letting her get a word in edgewise. Growing tired her evading my question, not that I had given her opportunity to answer. I continued to ream my sister/mother. "Why is Isabella going to Alaska instead of coming here? I´ve already gotten her enrolled in the summer courses and it´s pretty goddamn insensitive of both you to force her to go and spend time with absolute strangers instead of coming here.

"Frankly, I don´t know why the fuck any of you are going! That old selfish fucker never gave a damn about anybody but himself! Why do we give a good hot damn if he dies or not anyway?

Hell, I only found out his old ornery ass existed a couple of weeks ago. In my opinion, it just good riddance to bad fucking rubbish!" By the time I finished having my tantrum, I was huffing and puffing like I´d run a marathon. Full speed!

"Are you done?"

"No I´m no..."

"Yes. You. Are." Esme growled in a low voice that I´d only heard a handful of times in my life.

Let´s just say, neither time bode well for me, and this time, I feared I might not make it out alive.

I had crossed the line, and there would be hell to pay for doing it.

Of course, I was too heated to realize that my life was now in grave danger.

"You listen to me, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, and you listen damn good. I did not raise you to be an arrogant disrespectful, pompous ass! And, I damn sure didn´t raise you to be the heartless and cruel bastard that you´re being! Eleazar, is Carlisle´s father, and for that reason alone, you will show him some respect!"

"But, Es," I interjected on a whiney-moan.

"Don't you dare, but Es me, Boy!" Esme barked, cutting me off mid-sentence. "Honestly, Edward, I have no idea who you are. Can you honestly tell me that if you had the chance to see momma and daddy again that you´d hold on to what happened in the past? Carlisle has an opportunity to make things right with his father and hopefully, rebuild some semblance of a father/son relationship. Unfortunately, for both of them, they have to do it on his deathbed. Have a fucking heart, Edward, would you!"

Stunned at the colorful language coming out of Esme´s mouth, I just sat there holding the phone slack jawed.

Now as far as Isabella was concerned, I didn´t bother to think it through. I just reacted like any good parent would by including my daughter in my plans. Excuse me for being a mother to my child." After a long pause, Esme sighed. "But, now I think it, Edward, maybe it´s not such a good idea to take her into such uncharted waters.

My poor sweet Bella still gets jittery around people she knows, so I can only imagine how going into the lion´s den would make her feel. We´d probably cause the poor girl to go into cardiac arrest. I will agree with you here, she´d be better off in Chicago with you.

As of right now, I don´t know how long we´ll be gone. Carlisle is taking an open-ended leave of absence from the hospital and we´re basically playing it by ear for now." Esme´s tone had calmed down considerably, but I knew that this was far from over; I would pay for what I´d done. Esme was the kind of person who´d bide her time, striking when you least expect it. "Edward, I´m going to have to hang up now, Carlisle is calling. If you haven´t already, book Bella a flight to Chicago ASAP, and call her with the details. I trust the two of you can handle that on your own."

"Yes, Ma´am," I responded meekly. "I´m already on it, is there anything I can do for you and dad?" Since I´d been such an ass earlier in the conversation, offering my assistance was the very least that I could do.

"Thank you son," Esme sighed tiredly. "Taking care of Isabella is more than enough." That was easy enough; I could handle taking care of my girl. "Oh, and son, don´t think for one moment that your little performance earlier will go unpunished. Two walls may not meet, Edward, but two faces do. We´ll discuss this once I get back!" After shared I love you´s the ended the call.

I was feeling like shit ever since I hung up the phone. Maybe if I sent some flowers to the ogre, I could get back in Esme´s good graces.

I won´t hold my breath, because Esme could hold a grudge longer than a nun could keep her virginity!

But I digress!

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