AN: Happy Hump Day! I´ve got class tonight, so here ya go!
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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...
Chapter Eighty
EPOV
As I sat on a plane to Sitka, Alaska, along with my two brothers, I couldn´t help but wonder what kind of shit storm I was walking into.
Three days ago, two men in suits, from the ATC showed up at my office. Immediately, my heart dropped into my stomach.
Was this was it?
The moment I´d been waiting for and dreading all at the same time.
Were they finally going to lay my fears concerning my parents to rest?
Emmett owned a lucrative security company, and Jasper´s father worked for the FBI. Both of them used their contacts to help me last weekend, and this was the end result.
Air marshals, Marcus Volturi and Demitri Romanov, first expressed their deepest sympathies, and then apologized for not contacting me sooner.
Somehow, things got misconstrued and Eleazar was notified as next-of-kin, and not Bella and I. Had Jasper´s father and Emmett not gotten involved, it´s likely that Bella and I would have never known what happened to our parents.
Bella!
Dear God, she was going to be devastated!
It had been days since I´d seen my girl.
How could I?
One look at me and she´d know that something was wrong. I would never be able to keep it together in front of Bella. The girl could read me like a book. It may not have been the right thing to do, but I was going to Alaska to get some answers before I broke the news to her.
In lieu of the way she shut down after Charlie was killed, everybody agreed with me, this was the best way to handle things.
Thankfully, she didn´t question my trip this weekend, and I knew if there was an emergency, she had Alice and Rosalie.
Also, though I would never admit it, I was glad she had Jacob Black as a distraction as well.
Unable to sleep these past few nights, I spent my time going through every inch of the file from the crash and the search efforts. Over and over for the past three days, I flipped through page after page of notes, and numerous photos, trying to wrap my head around the situation.
I still couldn´t understand how something like this could have happened.
Air Traffic Control seemed to think that they hit a rough patch during the storm and the pilot dropped to low, trying to get a clear visual. From what they could pull from the little black box recording, they hit the side of the mountain. The pilot did everything that he could.
Picture after picture of the charred remains of the small single-engine aircraft scattered about the forest floor haunted me at every turn.
I hadn´t slept in days.
Unbeknownst to Bella, I´d already relinquished my summer classes, and was already putting a contingency plan in place for the fall.
Isabella was going to need me now more than ever.
Sadly, search efforts turned up nothing more than the burned beyond recognition body of the pilot and my parents´ luggage.
Authorities seemed to think that they might have been thrown from the plane and carried away by wild animals.
I fucking lost my lunch at hearing that one.
We didn´t even have bodies to mourn.
Nothing to bury!
Why the fuck hadn't someone from Carlisle´s family contacted me?
Why would they shut us out at a time like this?
Those were our fucking parents, goddamn it!
I couldn't understand it.
None of it made any sense!
I was filled with bone-crushing rage!
I just wanted to hit something
Someone!
Anything!
I just needed to feel like I did something to vindicate my parent´s death.
I refused to let Esme and Carlisle´s death be in vain!
Volturi and Romanov even went as far as to tell me that Eleazar´s attorney said that Carlisle and Esme didn´t have any biological children.
The fuck they didn´t!
Reaching into my wall safe behind me, I presented them with both copies of my adoption and Bella´s guardianship papers, also a copy of Carlisle and Esme´s wills.
Chew on those motherfuckers!
Not wanting to air too much of our family´s dirty laundry, I gave them the abridged version of Carlisle and Eleazar´s history.
I guess the old fucker hadn´t changed as much as Carlisle thought he had.
As the pilot announced our decent into Sitka, I stowed my things, and sat up a bit straighter in my chair.
I wasn´t leaving this little god forsaken fishing hole until I had answers. Eleazar Cullen would finally meet his match.
Game fucking on, grandfather, I thought as I watched the little unsuspecting sleepy town come into view.
I would fucking ruin, Eleazar and his entire fucking family if it was the last thing I did.
Well, now we know... *sniffs*. After this, I need reviews more than ever!
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