Chapter 5
BPOV
"Yes officer, he has auburn hair, kind of bronzish, it looks different in the light. He's got pale skin, really pale and bright green eyes."
"How tall is he ma'am?" the police officer asked me.
"Masen's about, oh, he's grows like an inch a day! Jasper, how tall would you say Masen is?"
"He stands about a head taller than you, you're 5'2'' so I'd say, around 6 feet, maybe even 6'1''?" Jasper said from my kitchen table.
"Around 6 feet." I said into the phone. Masen had hung up on me so I assumed the worst. Maybe the crazy woman had him, maybe he was trapped somewhere, heck, maybe he was dead, all I knew is that I wanted him found.
"Miss, you have to calm down, we'll find him, just calm down." The officer told me.
"I know, I'm calm, I am, just please, send someone out to find my son!" I was trying so hard not to break down in tears.
"We've already got cars on the lookout."
"Call me if anything happens, please, let me be the first one you call."
"Is there a father in the picture, should we be worried about him?"
"No, his father doesn't know about him, that's not a concern of mine."
"We'll need to look into it just in case, I'll send someone right over." He hung up soon after that. I started to pace again.
"Bella, calm down. The police are already on the case, they're looking." Jasper tried to soothe my qualms.
"Jasper, you don't understand! He could be dead, he could be hurt? What if she dismembered him? What if the police can only bring me back pieces of my son? What then?"
"You panicking isn't helping anyone. You need to relax, stop being so frantic. The more that you freak out, the less time is being spent on finding Masen. We don't even know if he was kidnapped, he might have just wandered off and got caught up I something."
"You're talking about him as if he's normal! Masen isn't normal, normal children wander off when they see bright lights or cool things, Masen doesn't wander off, he mouth's off! He's smart, he only does things that he stands to gain from. Either that, or things he's forced into…like school."
"Oh right, I forgot he doesn't go to school. You really should work on that with him."
"Jasper, we are not here to discuss my parenting style, we are here to discuss what may or may not have happened to my son!" I shouted at him.
"I know, Masen's a smart kid, give him some credit. He smarter than most grown man and he's got the resilient attitude to match. Plus he's not going to give up free room and board without a fight."
"Be serious." I snapped at him.
"I am being serious. Masen's fine, he's going to be fine."
"I know, I'm just, I'm just worried. I just, sometimes I just worry. He's so different from everyone his age."
"Because he's smart?" Jasper asked.
"Yes, he's always stuck out. For the first couple years in school, he was always the awkward child, the one who was solving quadratics in 5th grade, unsatisfied with picture books and connect the dots, he always needed something more, something I could never give him." I had always hated the fact that I never had money, never had enough to buy my son the things he wanted, things he could use.
"Schools have technology, they have programs. He would be welcomed into the community." Jasper tried to explain.
"That's what I always thought, however, it wasn't the case. Masen never fit in, in schools, he was always the trouble maker because he had no friends. He was to young, I mean, a ten year old, in the tenth grade? It never made sense to teachers, they never understood. He's been absent so many times that his records are screwed up. The best thing I could do for him would be to put him in private school, I don't have the money." I threw my hands up.
"What about scholarships? He could apply."
"Masen's impatient, irrational, he would never just wait for something good to happen to him. It doesn't work that way. Nothing works that way." I sat back down at the kitchen table, exhausted.
"You're working yourself up over what could be nothing. Stop worrying, just stop worrying. I've known him for three years, he's fine. A little bit of a smartass, but fine." Jasper assured me. I sniffled a bit but tried to calm myself. He was right after all.
"Do you think he'll come home on his own or be dragged back by the police?" I asked.
"Knowing Masen, he'll wander back on his own. Same mischievous smile planted right on his face." he smiled again. I rubbed my hands together and looked towards the door, imagining him walking through it at any given moment.
MPOV
"So…" I said looking around the room.
"No, there is no way, there is no way that this is my son." Edward stood up.
"That's fine, I don't like you either." I looked around the room again. "So this is how the other half lives. Wow, if mom and I had this kind of money, maybe I would actually go to school. Maybe she could actually afford to send me."
"You don't go to school?" his mother asked.
"No, why should I?"
"What are you doing? Selling drugs, I bet. Where is Bella, she isn't raising you like a mother should."
"Don't judge my mother." I hissed at her. "She's a good woman."
"She must be doing something right, you're always winning those awards for robots and stuff." Edward pointed out.
"What are you, stalking me or something? Or are you stalking my mother?" I growled at him.
"I'm not stalking anyone, I'm just incredibly confused. If you are my son, and I'm not saying that you are, why did Bella keep you from me, from my family?" Edward demanded.
"I guess she didn't want me to grow up to be like you. Living in your nice big house, with your happy family, with blonde Betty Boop and Carmen Miranda on crack? Forget this, I'm out." I stood up.
"What about your bike?" Rosalie asked.
"Ask him, he's the one who broke it." I pointed to Edward. The door was right there. Mom was probably looking for me, she was probably freaking out over me.
I walked down their driveway and dialed my phone again.
"Hey mom, mom, calm down! Please, you're really hard to understand while you're yelling. I know, I know, I'm coming home. I'm on my way, I'm coming. God, stop shouting, you're talking my ear off." She was so mad. Heck, she was probably going to shackle me to my bed when I got back.
"You're going to need a ride back." I turned around to see Edward looking me over "Besides, I'm gonna have to talk to your mom about this. She's got a lot to answer for."
"And would that be? My mom doesn't have anything to say to you, you stay the hell away from her." I shoved him backwards. "She's a good woman, she's raised me from nothing with nothing! You leave her alone or I swear, you are going to some up missing."
"Listen little boy, you really nee to work on respect, those are good people who are genuinely worried about you. Moreover, that's my family and you are not going to talk to them that way." He growled at me.
"I'm not talking to them, I'm talking to you. You living here like you're the king of the mountain. You think they care about me, you think I should respect them? Why the hell should I respect them, why should I respect you? You're nothing to me. Guess what dad, either you can step to me, make me respect you, or you can go to hell!" I didn't know why I was shouting, I wasn't one to shout, when I got mad, I just got even. I didn't understand why I was so angry. Edward just glared at me.
"Get the hell out of here, I don't have time for this." He rubbed his forehead. I'll call your mother and we'll work out the whole child support thing."
"Keep your dang money, we got by without you before and we'll keep on. We don't need you Edward." I turned my back on him and started the long walk home.
About half way there, it had started to rain. I was cold, I was hungry and I wanted my mom. I wanted to go home, I just wanted to go home.
"Hey." I looked to the street and saw Emmett.
"What do you want?" I huffed.
"Jasper's got everyone looking for you. I'll take you home." he said.
"I thought I made it clear to Edward, I just want to be left alone." I waved my hands in the air, trying to get the message across to him.
"Masen, you're mother is freaking out, she's looking for you. Please, just get in the car. It's raining like cats and dogs out here, you need to go home before you catch your death." He looked around. "Masen please, c'mon!"
I sighed and gave up. He reached across and opened the door. I climbed inside and relished in the heat.
"Alright kiddo, let's get you home." he smiled a big goofy smile. "Rose brought your bike over, it's all fixed up, a new wheel in the back. All you gotta do is come and pick it up."
"Oh, do you need my card?" I reached inside my pocket but he lifted his hand.
"It's covered. Edward paid for it seeing as it was his fault." He shrugged.
"Whatever. He didn't have to do that, I don't need his help."
"Edward's a good guy. I've never seen him get so worked up over someone. He wants to care about you, he wants to care about Bella. You won't let him."
"What? Did you do this to take me home or to give me some lecture? Dude, Edward can go suck a-"
"You have got some serious anger issues. You and your mom need to-"
"Stop, stop- I said stop the damn car!" I shouted.
"What, what's wrong, what happened."
"I don't know what that son of a you know what said to you, but he doesn't have anything to do with me or my mother. I don't owe him anything, especially my respect. Only one person has earned that and that's my mother." I opened to door and ran up the front steps into our house apartment thing. I wasn't sure whichever one it was.
"Mom!" I shouted when I opened the door.
"Masen SWAN! Where the heck have you been? I called the freakin' police on you and you…oh I could strangle you! Where have you been?!" she demanded. I could tell that she had been crying, her eyes had dark circles under them, she was so angry.
"I'm sorry mom. I-I was with…I was with Edward." I whispered. She froze.
"Go to your room. Go right now. Don't come out for the rest of the night, the computer's off limits, everything's off limits. You stay in there until I tell you to come out!" she suddenly screamed. Jasper rounded the corner looking alarmed. My mother never yelled.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She was angry, she was sad, and it was all his fault.