Hello Sister, Goodbye Life
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Warning: Language, as usual. Um…. Yeah…. Nothing else for this chapter, I don't think.
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Sorry for the long wait, though, but guess what – I'm on school holidays for two weeks? Hellfuckingyess!
We're coming to the thick of things now, be prepared and yeah.
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Oh, and by the way, I had this ready to go last night, but fan fic was PMSing and wouldn't let me edit my story… or upload my chapter. This chapter sucks ass, though, but writer's block's a bitch and so I've just decided to push through it.
Chapter Seventeen
Bella Swan
Six months later
Okay, so, deciding to live together might've been a good idea, hypothetically speaking. The real thing? Yeah, not so much. Between three toddlers, this place I call home has become a frickin madhouse. Don't get me wrong – I loved all three of them to pieces, but Christ Almighty, was it wrong to ask for some peace and quiet?
When Emmett and Rosalie moved in together about three months into their relationship, two months into my and Edward's, shit hit the fan, no doubt, but mainly on my end. Well, don't get me wrong, I thought Emmett and Rosalie were great together, but seriously, they'd been together three months and living together was like, well, marriage without the certificate.
Thus, it made me a hypocrite when Edward and his two tykes moved in two months later.
I was beginning to forget what peace felt like, because between potty training Anthony and Maddie and teaching Eva to read, this place was busier than Disneyland during the summer.
It didn't much help that Edward had odd working hours and my case load was picking up, having finally getting my Masters and being an official lawyer – Billy had pretended to take me in as his intern the last few months of my internship, though in actual fact, I'd been doing my own cases ever since I'd inherited Charlie's half of the company, though UDub law school didn't have to know that.
With the cases I'd already won, with Jessica Stanley and those godparents and a few others, I'd somewhat gained a reputation and Christ, I was busy these days.
"Mama, potty."
She followed me to the bathroom and I watched her as she lifted herself onto the toilet to piss, pulling down her toilet-training diaper.
When she was done, she pulled it back on and reached to flush the toilet, watching as the water was sucked away. I helped her wash her hands and gave her a hug.
"Good girl! You did it, baby girl!"
Maddie squealed in delight as I carried her aeroplane style out of the bathroom and to the living room where Eva was watching Yo Gabba Gabba and Anthony was playing with building blocks.
I set her down beside Anthony and returned to my spot on the couch, lifting my laptop back onto my lap and returning to my notes on my current case.
An hour later, Edward arrived home with a frown on his face. He sat down next tome and sighed heavily. His entirebody was tense, his hair more haystack than usual, green eyes dull anlips pursed, still frowning.
"Hey,, what's wrong?" I asked , putting my laptop aside and taking his balled fists in my hands.
"I got acall today from Victoria's lawyer, Laurent Roné today."
Y eyes ugged and I didn't say anything.
"She wants to take me to court, for custody of Evangeline and Anthony."
"That's ridiculous, she'll never win. Not with her history of drug abuse.""
As I said this, my work cell rang with an unfamiliar number. Patting Edward's hand, I reached for it and pressed the call button, bringing my phone to my ear.
"Isabella Swan, how may I help you?"
"Miss Swan, my name is Aaron Marzesuk, I represent Phillipandd Lauren Dwyerrr in any legal matters." Lauren and Phillip Dwyer, my mother's snobbish parents who disowned her after she got pregnant at eighteen, fleeing to Arizona where nobody knew them or their disappointment of a daughter – the grandparents I'd never actually met and hoped never have to.
"What do they want? Are they challenging the wills? It's a little late for that, you know Renee and Charlie died last May." –It was currently March.
"They are filing for custody of their granddaughter, Madeleine Swan and are willing to take it to the Washington family court."
"Alright, I'll see you in court, then." I turned to Edward. "I find it a little too coincidental that the same day your ex-wife's lawyer calls you to tell you that she is fighting for custody of your two children, my absent grandparents' lawyer calls to tell me that they are fighting for custody of my little sister." I might have seen a little too many cases like this in law school or maybe too many crime shows, but there's something a little suss about this."
Edward pulled Eva towards uss and held her in his lap nodding his head in agreement.
When we went to bed that night, in my room – I still couldn't bare to clear out my parents' room – he held me in his arms close to me and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I wanted to tell him that everything would be okay, that no one would take our children away from us, bu I couldn't, because I reallywasn't certain. In majority of instances, seventy five percent of custody went to the mother o to two-guardian homes.
When I was eight years old, I told my daddy that I wanted to be just like him, to help families stay together or whatnot. I did so, I did just what I said I would and became just like my father, protect children in the best way I could, by giving them to people I felt would love them and care for them and give them a stable enough home. When I was eight years old, I didn't think I would have to fight for my own family, to keep my own sister,my daughter, from going to people that didn't love her enough, that wouldn't care for her enough. Maybe if I'd known, I wouldn't have become a lawyer – this emotional duress that was looming overhead certainly would not be worth being a lawyer, would it?
But a niggling in the back of my mind reminded me of the families I'd already saved, Jessica Stanley, the salon manager with her adorable daughter. The godparents, who finally came to an agreement, joint custody and those other families, too, that weren't so significant, but made me realise that becoming a family court attorney was certainly worth itt all the same.
With this in mind, I held Edward as he held me and, slowly, he fell asleep. I watched him sleepntil finally, the darkness lulled me into sleep.
I was awoken, naturally, by the piercing sound of my house's security system. Cursing whoever wabreakingin to the nine pits of hell, I got up and pulled on my dressing gown, only to find that Edward was already p and running out of the bedroom and to the nursery where the three children slep.
I gathered the baseball bat I kept under my bed for security purposes and followed him out, though headed downstairs.
In the kitchen, I switched on the TV and various spotlights aroun thelawns, staring at what the cameras were showing me..
Ryan. Ryan fucking Hale. At the front gate, or more appropriately, onn top of it.
"Oi, Hale, what the fuck!" I shouted into the intercom, causing the idiot to jolt off the fence and land on the outside. I winced- that must've hurt like a bitch..
"Swanny, I gotta tell you sumthin."
"Speak, then, fool."
"Well, I was chillin with maa supplier, y'know, hopin he let me sell some dope, en then this crazy ass ranga bitch rocks up,, talkin shit bout you. M'off my face by hn, but 'm pretty sure I 'eard 'er say some shit bout you goin' down for stealin 'er mann and takin her kids n shit."
"What the fuck.
"En 'm like, naw man, Belly Swan don't do that shit and she goes all fricking psycho bitch on me and starts frickin pounding my balls in for stickin up for you and my supplier's all like, what the fuck? And pulls her offa me n tells me to go. So I caught a bus en now m'here."
I sighed and pressed the buzzer to stop the alarm before pressing the other buzzer to let him through the gates. I watched him as he staggered up the path and made my way to the front door as he reached the steps.
Pulling him in, I dragged him into the kitchen and set him on the seat. "You, moron, stay ght here,ot it?"
Edward came in, looking tired. "I put them all back to sleep. Who's that?"
"This is Rosalie's idiot brother, Ryan. Ryan, tell Edward the story you told me."
As he began to tell the story again, I grabbed my hone that I'd left on the counter and dialled Rosalie's number, not even caring about the hour 3:30m n the morning. What a nice wake up call.
"Rose, Ryann tried to climb over my front gate and is now sitting at my kitchen table. Please come get him?"
Half an hour later, asRan's high was wearing off, Rosalie entered the house in pair of hot pink flannelette pants and a white tank top. Her hair was in two braids reaching her waist and she looked pissed off.
"Ryan, you frickin idiot, what the fuck do you think you are doing, breaking into Bella's house?""
He groaned and buried his head into the crook of his arm. "Nice to see you too, baby sis."
"Regina isyobasister, fool. Now, come with me, you're staying at mine for the night and then you are going home. You think about stealing my shit again, my boyfriend will hunt you down and chop your balls off."
Rosalie waved to Edward and I once more and shut the front door, dragging her brother by the ear along with ."
"Well that was certainly interesting," Edward commented dryly.
"It's not my story to tell, but Rosalie's parents are complete assholes. Her little sister doesn't tlk to any of them and her brother…. Well…. You saw him."
"You grew up with all of them?"
"They weren't always so…. Messed up, the children, I mean. Ryan was like an older brother to me at one point and Regina was like a little sister but…. Their parentsprssured ll of them and, well, that's the outcome."
We walked back upstairs and into my room where we got back in bed, us holding each other as before. I didn't talk about Rosalie's ily anymore, instead shutting my eyes and breathing Edward in. His girlfriend sounded like a psychotic bitch, reallyan, I knew that, somehow, she'd gotten my grandparents involved. How the fucking hell she even knew about them, I didn't know, and I was scared – if she found out about them, what else did she know about me and my famil?
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