POTW chappie 11
HALEY POV
I ran with my mom back to her house, Jacob following in wolf form. We waited on the porch for him to change, and then he was next to me, dressed and smiling. "Come on in." My mom called from inside. We walked into a high-ceilinged huge room with a chandelier hanging down. Big windows let in light and the view. "So tell me everything." Said my mom, who was sitting on a cream colored couch, feet resting on a glass coffee table.
So I told her. For hours I talked, Jacob filling in when he could. I told her about the fight in the clearing, about how dad died, and the family I had joined. "Call them here, I would love to meet them." My mom said, shaking out her red hair. Then she tossed me the phone. I caught it, and dialed Carlisle's cell.
"Hello?" he picked up, and the connection was kind of scratchy.
"Hey Carlisle, its Haley." I said.
"Haley! How are you?" he asked. I heard Alice in the background. "Haley's on the phone!"
"I'm fine. But I did find my mom." I dropped the bomb casually. There was silence on the phone. "Hello?" I asked.
"Where are you?" Emmett said, and then all of the Cullens, who were on the other line, were pounding me with questions.
"Haley! Hi Haley!" Alice squealed.
"I can't wait to meet her!" Bella sighed happily.
"Am I on speaker phone?" I inquired.
"Yeah." Jasper called from farther away.
"Well, I am in…" I read off the directions from the piece of paper my mom had placed in front of me.
"We will be there soon! How's Jacob?" Esme asked.
"He's fine, if you can, tell the pack that." I said.
"Bye Haley!" a chorus of voices said. I chuckled and hung up. My mom's smile was huge.
"You know Carlisle?" she said.
"Yeah." I said.
"I haven't seen him in so long." She sighed. After some chatting with my mom, I borrowed her shower, and some clothes. With my dirty clothes in her washing machine, and Jacob taking a shower, and my mom cleaning her house like a mad woman, I had some time alone.
"Hey mom, where did you meet Carlisle?" I asked. She put down her feather duster.
"In Volterra." She said.
"You're that old?" I teased.
"Yes, so respect your elders." She scolded lightly as she continued her dusting.
"Do you still talk with the Volturi?" I asked. She whirled around, glaring. "What's wrong?!" I said, shocked.
"That's none of your business." She hissed.
"I'm just trying to get to know you!" I protested.
"Well, it's still personal." She snarled, then turned and kept dusting.
'Mom, what's wrong. What did they do?" I pushed. She sighed, and her shoulders dropped.
"They tried to kill your father when you were little. They said he knew too much." She said slowly.
"I'm sorry mom." I whispered. I gave her a hug. The doorbell rang, breaking up our moment.