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That's What Little Girls Are Made of...

Chapter One Hundred Fifty-One

BPOV

I snuggled deeper into Esme's embrace and sighed contentedly.

Home...

There's no place like home.

And here, in this very moment, in Meme's arms, that was exactly how I felt.

"I love you, Meme and CC," I whispered softly, giving Carlisle's hand a reassuring squeeze. To his credit, he had been really putting forth an effort to get to know me again.

"We love you too, Sweet Girl." Esme cooed, kissing the top of my head.

I was momentarily distracted by my jackass of a fiancé when he stormed out of the room and towards the back of the plane like his dick was on fire.

Mm...

His dick...

Involuntarily, my thighs flexed as memories of a different plane and its back room flashed through my mind.

Damn you, Edward Cullen for being so goddamn stubborn!

Soon all the excitement of the last two days caught up with me, and my eyes grew heavy. Listening to Esme's sweet voice, as she hummed softly and stroked my hair just like she used to when I was little, I drifted off to sleep.

By the time the plane landed, I was beyond grossed out, and ready to jump into the nearest shower. "Ugh..." Rose whined, echoing my thoughts. "I feel like I'm wearing a second set of clothes I'm so grimy."

"Aw, Babe," Em grinned, hugging her from behind. "You may be a little ripe, but I still love you."

Emmett was fast, but Rose was faster. Smack! "Ow! Shit, Rosie," Em cried, rubbing the back of his head.

Of course, we all laughed, when it was Esme who responded. "Emmett DeWayne McCarty, language!" Poised and ready to strike again, Esme looked like a tiny little wisp compared to Emmett's extra-large stature. "I know that I have taught you better than that, boy!"

"Yes, ma'am," Em said, looking appropriately abashed. Esme cocked a brow that I was all too familiar with, and Em took the not-so-subtle hint. "Sorry, Rosie."

"Whatever, I'm rooming with Alice and Bella tonight," was Rose's clipped response.

"Oh. No. You. Are. Not!" Jasper shocked us all by speaking for the first time. "No! Hell no!" Looking at Esme, Carlisle, and Maggie, Jasper bowed his head. "Sorry, Ma, Dr. C. and Miss Maggie for the language, but I have had it you guys. You four," pointing between Edward, Rosalie, Emmett, and me, "need to get your sh-stuff together and work it out. Come on, Mary Alice." With that, Jasper grabbed Alice by the hand and headed for one of the waiting SUVs.

Taking a page out of Jasper's playbook, Carlisle crooked his arms in offering, one to his beautiful wife and one to his little sister. "Ladies, shall we?"

Left feeling foolish, Rosalie took my hand, and before I could make any kind of decision, all but dragged me toward the SUV that Alice and Jasper had climbed into. Catching a glimpse of the pained look on Edward's face, I knew then that I had made a huge mistake in choosing not to go with him.

The drive to the cabin was long. And I was never happier than I was in that moment to see that huge wooden structure come into view. One by one we climbed out of the trucks and headed inside.

The first thing on my agenda was too find the nearest shower. Groaning when the hot water hit my skin, I felt a rush of emotion come over me.

This was really over.

Well, it was almost over.

Big fat tears mixed with water as I stood under the spray and let what really happened wash over me.

Maggie had killed her father!

I mean, I use the term very loosely, because I would hardly consider that monster a father by any stretch of the imagination. But, nevertheless, I stood by and watched while someone took a life.

My entire body shook as visions of what could have been played on a loop inside my head. Squeezing my eyes shut, I willed the images of Eleazar's brains splattered on the wall and his dead, lifeless eyes staring back at me from my head.

"No... Please, make it stop," I begged to an empty room as I rocked back and forth under the intense spray. It wasn't until the water ran cold and I heard Meme pound softly on the door did I come to my senses and get out of the shower.

"Sweetheart, your hands are ice old," Esme said, pulling from the bathroom once I opened the door, and in front of the roaring fire place. Involuntarily, my body shivered. "I-I'm o-okay." I said, despite the fact that my teeth were chattering violently.

"So, if Mama E and Dr. C weren't on the plane, how did they get hurt?" Emmett asked Maggie, piking my interest.

"Yeah," Alice chimed in. "If it was all a ruse, how did Dr. C lose his memory. They never recovered any bodies from the plane wreckage."

"I'm afraid that I'm partly to blame for that," Esme said, giving Carlisle's shoulder a loving squeeze.

"How so?" I asked, finally finding my voice.

"Well, when we were informed that the flight was being delayed, Carlisle of course called to inform Eleazar of what was going on. Eleazar then assured him that he could charter a plane and that we'd be on our way to Alaska within the hour."

"Certain that his father had it all in hand, Carlisle insisted that we give up our seats, just in case the plane was full and some poor soul was waiting to fly stand-by. Meanwhile, I tried to no avail to get ahold of either one of you, but was unsuccessful."

Everyone was on the edge of their seats, Esme had commandeered the room with her story. "About forty-five minutes into our wait, a Native American gentleman, who introduced himself as Paul Lahote, approached Carlisle and I. He said he was hired by Eleazar to take us to Alaska, and that there was a limo waiting to take us to a hanger to a private air strip just outside the airport."

"Thinking nothing of it, Carlisle and I obediently followed the gentleman to a waiting black limousine. Long story short, Carlisle and I were injected with some sort of drug and when I came to, we were in a van in God knows where. My sweet Carlisle had been badly beaten and I had no idea if he was going to be okay."

"Poised in fight or flight mode, I made my move when the other guy, um, Emory... or Emmy... or something like that."

"Wait a minute!" Maggie shouted, surprising us all. "Was it Embry? Embry Call?"

"Yes!" Esme's eyes glowed with recognition. "Well, I don't know about his last name, but yes, Embry, that's his name I heard Paul say. He fell asleep, and I knew that was my only chance; it was now or never."

"Taking one last look at my beautiful, broken husband, I attacked. I had no idea where we were, but I just thought that if we could get away from these two, we would at least have a fighting chance of staying alive; until we almost weren't, alive that is."

I watched as Esme fought for control of her tears, gripping Carlisle's hand like a lifeline. "There were no windows, and I had no idea that we were on a cliff. When I attacked, Paul lost control and we went over the edge. I have to believe that we were lucky, in that where the van went over, there was a shallow river and that kept it from exploding, but that's the last thing I remember." Carlisle consoles a weeping Esme while Maggie picks up with the story.

"Wow, I never knew what happened to Embry." Maggie shook her head, her eyes having a faraway look in them. "He was a punk kid that worshiped the ground Alec walked on. He would do anything for him, even something as stupid as kidnapping. Well, you guys pretty much know everything after that point. Eleazar had planned to have them keep Es and Carl drugged, so they could get them into Alaska via the ferry. Of course, we all know that didn't pan out. Paul made it out, only to be killed by Alec, and Embry must not have survived the crash, because he was never seen again."

"Immediately, when Carl came to, he was agitated, nothing Eleazar did could calm him in the beginning. It would seem that Carlisle's subconscious always knew that Esme was out there somewhere. So, he thought that if he kept Esme alive he could use her as a weapon against his son. His one final attempt to break Carlisle. Any fool with eyes could tell that he was never going to love Tanya. And my father, being the sick and twisted fuck that he was, thought that Carl would do anything he wanted if he knew that he was hurting his precious Esme." Finally, hearing about this terrible ordeal in its entirety had us all stunned into silence.

Wow! Just fucking wow, was all that kept running through my head.

Suddenly, feeling cold and afraid, I looked around the room for Edward, but came up short. He was here a minute ago? Wasn't he?

Truth be told, I hadn't really seen him since we arrived at the cabin. By the time I got out of the shower, my mind was all over the place and I just fell in with the rest of them to hear the story. My body literally ached for his touch.

Fuck this...

Life was too short to be fighting over trivial bullshit.

Maggie was fine!

We were all fine!

Get the fuck over yourself, Bella! I chastised myself enternally.

Bidding everyone a good night, I went in search of my man. I really needed my Sir to ground me right now. I needed him to make all the bad images go away.

This cabin was like a fucking maze and it took me, what felt like an eternity, to find which room he was in. Instantly, my body relaxed as I took in Edward's sleeping form.

After closing the door, I stripped down to nothing. A chill ran down my spine, but it had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

Scooting as close as I could, I sighed when I felt the heat of his skin. I couldn't help myself, and the tears came unbidden. "Edward... Edward..." I whispered, tapping his shoulder lightly. "Edward, wake up! Please, I need you." I could hear the tears in my voice, but I was powerless to stop them.

"Shh... Little Girl," he cooed, his heated breath fanning across my skin. "I've got you now, Sweetheart, and I'm never letting you go." Pulling me in and tucking me into his side, he whispered. "Sleep, Little One, I'll keep all the bad dreams away."

And that's exactly what I did.

Content and secure in Edward's arms, I drifted off into a deep sleep.

How did I ever think that I could stay mad at this man?

AN: Well, I'm dying to know what you guys think. Oh, and to the "Guest Reviewer" who thought that Edward should stop calling Bella, Little Girl, if you don't like it, don't read it. I won't be offended if you stop. However, I do get offended when you hide behind anonymous 'guest reviews' that I can't respond to and at the very least defend my point of view. To everyone else, you guys are totally freaking awesome and I appreciate all the love you've shown me and my writing. You guys are why I continue to do this!

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