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This chapter contains swearing-lots and lots of it.
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All characters belong to Stephanie Meyers. I own nothing except for the Jasper Pop.
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Carlisle's POV
Oh, sweet Jesus, now what should I do? My daughter, in her drunken state, has lost all of her inhibitions, and is currently having her way with Jasper who is desperately trying to stay in control of his vehicle. I want to jump out of my Escalade and put a stop to their escapade, however Bella is still human and any attempt to halt the vehicle would result in her injury or even worse, death.
Eleazar is sitting in the passenger seat trying to keep me calm while Emmett, Garrett, and Peter are frantically texting their mates, no doubt about this evening's events and the rampant display of passion going on in the car in front of us. I had already sent a message to Esme earlier stating simply that we'd found Bella and that we were bringing her home. Edward is whimpering in the third row seats, curled up in the fetal position while sucking on his thumb.
Suddenly, Jasper's Corvette veered off the highway. It was impossible to follow them off of the exit as I was going at such a high rate of speed and following too close behind. At that point, I decided the best course of action would be to head home and wait rather than turn back around and search for them.
As I pulled into the driveway, Esme came barreling out of the front door shrieking, "Baby! Bella Sweetie, is that you?"
When we stepped out of the SUV and Esme realized that it was only us men, she put her hands on her hips and asked. "Where is she Carlisle?"
"Um...Bella is in Jasper's car. They should be here any minute." I said as we walked into the living room.
"Why is she with Jasper, Carlisle?"
"Ah..um.. yes...well...we decided that Jasper would be best to keep her calm. She may have had a little to drink tonight."
Esme took in a deep, unneeded breath and said in a decidedly darker tone, "That still doesn't explain why you aren't with her, husband! Why couldn't one of the other boys take his car, and Bella and Jasper ride with you in the Escalade?" Uh, yeah, good point.
Shit! She's pissed. Not good, no, not good at all. An angry wife is one thing, but an angry Esme is a different creature all together. "Ah...well, I didn't think of that." I replied.
"Obviously!" she boomed as her eyes narrowed and bored into mine, "Clearly, you weren't thinking Carlisle. In fact, none of you were thinking were you?" Esme was quickly losing her temper and I was trying desperately to calm her down.
"Now sweetheart, they should be here any moment. Really, there's no need for you to become hysterical." I soothed while trying to maintain a calm facade.
At that point, Eleazar looked at me, shook his head, and ran his hands over his face. I heard Emmett in the background murmuring, "He's fucked."
Yep, by the look on Esme's face, it appears Emmett's analysis is right on target. I am fucked.
I saw the rest of the men trying to quietly make their way upstairs to their rooms. My wife noticed this and growled, " Did I give any of you permission to leave?"
Everyone turned to Esme wide eyed and quickly sat back down on the sofas. Fear apparent in their eyes.
"Now, Carlisle," she said with a sinister smile, "I'm going to ask you again. What happened to my daughter?"
"Nothing Esme, she's fine." I replied while trying to keep the peace, "Really, she should be home any minute now." Oh, please come home Jasper. I'm begging you.
At that point, Esme, with looks that could make the Major cowl in fear, turned to me and screamed, "Carlisle Cullen, if you don't tell me what's going on I'll...I'll... Well, you know what I'm capable of doing." She said as her pitch black, narrowed eyes bore into mine. Then she turned to the rest of the guys and continued, "I'm sure your mates will have no problem at all following my advice on how to deal with all of you. Now, I want answers and I want them now! I'm going to ask you one last time. Where the fuck is our daughter?"
"Tell her Dad!" Emmett pleaded, "You remember what happened to you the last time. I'll die if Rosie does that to me."
Oh dear God! Not that, not again! The woman is planning on withholding sex from me. The last time that happened was five years ago in Denali when we abandoned Bella. She was so angry that she withheld sex from me for almost six months. By the end of it, I was sporting blue balls so bad that I nearly jumped Eleazar and had my way with him after we went for a quick post hunt swim in the lake.
"Please Carlisle," begged Eleazar with panic stricken eyes, "tell her. Tell her everything." He was undoubtedly remembering the lake incident.
No, that can't happen again. I'll have to own up to the truth.
Soon, I found myself telling my mate everything that transpired this evening. The others chimed in by adding supporting details. I even told her about Edward's little "reaction" to Bella's popsicle show. Peter then whipped out his iPhone and showed my wife a detailed video of said "reaction" to which Esme responded with a resounding backhand to Edward's cheek. She followed that up with, "How dare you demean my daughter in that way!" She continued her rant with two more slaps and a left hook to Edward's jaw. The stunned boy immediately resumed his thumb-sucking and fetal position that he was in on the way home from Boston.
Suddenly, we heard the Corvette pull into the driveway. A disheveled Jasper quickly strode into the house, clad solely in his jeans, carrying a passed out Bella who was dressed only in his shirt.
"Give her to me, Jasper. Give me my daughter now!" Esme demanded.
Without delay, Jasper handed Bella over to her mother who quickly ran upstairs to care for her daughter.
"What did I miss?" Jasper dumbly asked the room. Peter grinned and responded by pulling out his iPhone and said, "Here, let me show you. I got it all on video. Lucky!"
Esme's POV
I was at Edward's fiancee's bridal shower, in Hanover, with all the ladies when I received a text message from Carlisle that stated that he had found Bella and was bringing her home. I instantly excused myself saying that I needed to get home to Carlisle because he was feeling amorous. I didn't bother driving, rather opting to run because if I cut through the forest, I'd get home much quicker. I made it with moments to spare as I saw my husband's Escalade come to a stop in our driveway. I bolted out the front door and called, "Baby! Bella is that you?" It was only after everyone got out of the SUV, that I noticed that Bella wasn't with them. Carlisle tried to give me some lame, half-assed excuse saying that he felt it best if she went with Jasper so he can keep her calm.
To say that I was angry would be putting it mildly. We finally find our daughter and my husband, her father, loses her. Loses her? How in the world do you lose a walking, breathing, living, talking daughter? Talk about irresponsible. I love my mate, I really do, but he's still just a man and sometimes men have a tendency to forget about important things. I swear they lose a few brain cells each time they cum.
When Peter showed me the video of Edward's "reaction" to Bella's popsicle show. I was enraged. He was the one that created this fiasco in the first place. When Edward demanded that we all leave Forks after the "incident" in order to preserve Bella's humanity, I was furious. I didn't want to leave my baby behind, but Edward insisted that it was for the best and that we needed to do something for him for a change. At that point, I still considered him my son and decided that perhaps leaving Bella would be for the best. I wanted to give her the opportunity to have babies, get married, and live life.
Even before we arrived in Denali, things started to change in our family. Alice handed Jasper divorce papers two hours after he arrived home following the "incident." She didn't give him the opportunity to explain his actions and told him that he was no longer part of the family. This is when I started seeing Alice in a different light, a mate or a wife would have tried to work through his problems with him. Instead, she kicked him to the curb when he was at his lowest point. I lost my cool with Alice then and told her that she had no right to kick anyone out of this family without my say so. I went on a quick hunt with Jasper and told him that he was welcome to stay with us and that we would work through his bloodlust together. I remembered Bella's conversation with Carlisle, as he was suturing her arm, asking if Jasper were okay and to please tell him that he doesn't need to apologize at all as accidents can happen to anyone. I repeated this to Jasper and it seemed to appease him a little. I also told him that I think that it would be for the best if he signed the divorce papers. I explained that Alice was too selfish to be married to my son who could feel with his whole heart. Jasper then looked at me with venom-tear filled eyes and thanked me. He said that he'd sign the divorce papers then leave for Peter and Charlotte's for a while to think. He promised that he would come back home to me, that he could never leave his mother. Jasper kept his promise and returned home a year later, just in time for our move to New Hampshire.
As soon as we arrived in Denali, Edward left to supposedly go search for Victoria. I didn't care at that point. I was engulfed in my own depression and nothing anyone did or said could soothe me. I spent a lot of time talking things through with Carmen and Rosalie who both sat and held me for countless hours so that I could work through my feelings. Alice got over Bella quickly and declared that she never really liked her anyway. She said that she had nothing in common with Bella and didn't realize how white trash she was until then. I was livid! Rosalie nearly ripped her head off at that point and told her that she could never see anyone so cold, calculating, and self-centered as a sister. Alice decided to go off to Paris for a while and she did so with our good riddance.
As soon as Alice and Edward were both gone, we all started healing. After a few months, Carlisle and I decided to secretly search for Bella so that we could bring her back home to us. We all missed her tremendously and knew that we couldn't continue in this existence without her. We tried calling her home phone and cell phone, but both were disconnected. When we contacted Jenks for assistance, he told us that there was no record that any Isabella Marie Swan ever existed. We told him about the impossibility of that fact, seeing as she was a part of our lives up until a few months prior. He insisted that she didn't exist. When we asked him to look into Charlie Swan and Renee and Phil Dwyer, he reported that they had all died a few months after we left Forks. He had no further information to give us. Now, I was worried and terrified at the same time. My youngest daughter was all alone out in the world and we had no idea where she was. Carlisle was consumed with guilt and worry and left the house for weeks at a time searching for Bella. He always returned home empty-handed.
The summer after we arrived in Denali, we decided it was time for us to move to New Hampshire. Alice and Edward had both called from where they were to say that they would like to move back in with us and attend Dartmouth College. At that point, I had no interest whatsoever in living with either of those fools again. This is when Carlisle, Emmett, Rosalie and I hatched a plan. The first thing we did was purchase a house in Hanover, New Hampshire for Edward and Alice. I made sure that I designed it personally and included every amenity that anyone could possibly want. I wanted Edward and Alice to enjoy the house so much that they would never want to leave. Next, Carlisle enrolled Edward and Alice into Dartmouth College as freshmen. Sure, it took a few large donations to several of their building funds, but it was well worth it to rid Edward and Alice from our lives.
The next thing we did was do a careful study of New Hampshire's geography. We decided to live in Amherst, New Hampshire. It was two and a half hours away from Dartmouth College and only 55 minutes from Boston, Massachusetts. We all decided to either work or attend school in Boston. This would provide an excuse as to why we couldn't live in Hanover as it would simply be too far from work and school for us. We bought a large house with enough square footage to house our entire family plus the Denalis and Peter and Charlotte in case they visited. I designed each and every part of the house myself, including a room for Bella. I intended on staying in Amherst for a while.
Before Edward and Alice returned, we had some serious matters to discuss. First and foremost, we had to devise a way to keep them out of our heads. Emmett suggested that we think about sex and make decisions based on sex because that's the best way to make them feel uncomfortable. Apparently, both Edward and Alice stay out of his head as much as possible thinking that he's some sort of deranged sex addict. Having Edward and Alice think that we all had issues with sexual addiction was a small price to pay if it kept them from invading our minds. Eleazar helped by saying that we should only make last minute decisions on important family matters so that Alice couldn't see them. We also kept in constant contact with Jasper in order to keep him in the loop.
About three years after our arrival in New Hampshire, Edward started seeing a new human girl named Amanda. He insisted that she was the love of his life and never knew what he ever saw in Bella. He urged all of us to forget about Bella and get to know the new human and love her as a daughter and a sister since she was "the one" for him. I was furious! How could he so easily dispose of Bella as if she were yesterday's paper? We all made no particular efforts to go out of the way to meet Edward's new human. Finally, one weekend last year, Edward and Alice showed up on our doorstep with the girl in tow. She was terrified of Carlisle, Emmett, Jasper, and Rosalie. Of course, Rosalie may have exasperated the situation by constantly fixating her killer glares on her and bringing Bella up as comparison, but I wasn't about to stop her. She was only missing her sister, after all. The new human was mousy, dull, greedy, and parochial in her mindset. She was a minister's daughter and was brought up to believe that women should not work outside of the home, rather that their jobs were to take care of home and family. She crinkled her nose when she found out that Rose and I owned and operated our own businesses in Boston. Fortunately, she had a strict 9pm bedtime that she adhered to so Edward always had to take her home early. Thank goodness for small miracles.
Edward and Amanda decided to get engaged about six months ago. Alice asked for help in planning the wedding, but I left it all up to her stating that I didn't have time due to work responsibilities. I, instead, offered to plan their honeymoon. Carlisle had a few discussions with Edward regarding her change and it was decided that Edward would change her after their honeymoon. Apparently, both parties decided to abstain from any sexual contact prior to Amanda's change for fear of injury. With this information, I set my current plan in motion. Alice will be going on Edward and Amanda's honeymoon to act as a chaperone. We wouldn't want Edward's lust to go out of control and he drain her prematurely, after all. When I explained all of this to Amanda, she thanked me and said she understood completely. She then went about trying to convince Edward to let Alice accompany them on their honeymoon, much to Edward's dismay. I sweetened the deal by saying that I would fund the entire honeymoon—a tour of all the European, African, and Asian countries. "Think of all the shopping, Alice..." I coaxed. With Alice firmly on her side, they double teamed it to finally convince Edward to let the Pixie join them on their honeymoon. Of course, what I still haven't told them is that the honeymoon will be a tour of all the major churches and religious sites of Europe, Africa, and Asia. Sometimes I'm so good that I even amaze myself.
As I looked down at the sight of my now sleeping daughter, I was still in awe that she was here with me now. I still haven't figured out what I'm going to do to make up for abandoning her. Oh, dear God, what am I going to say to her? What if she doesn't accept me back as her mother? It doesn't matter, even if I have to live as a nomad to keep an eye on her for the rest of her life, I will. I heard a knock on the door that coaxed me out of my thoughts and went to answer it. It was Edward and he looked angry. "Mother, I don't understand why SHE is in Amanda's room."
"When did I ever say that this was Amanda's room, Edward?"
"Well, I figured it was for my fiancee because it's one of the larger rooms in the house and it has obviously been beautifully designed by you. I thought it was a wedding gift for her for when we return from the honeymoon."
"Um, no Edward, I designed this room with my daughter in mind. Amanda can put her belongings in your room on the other wing of the house. You're aware that husbands and wives generally share rooms, right?"
Edward looked flustered as he said, "Why would you design another room for Alice? She already has a room right next to mine."
"I never said it was for Alice, Edward."
"Rosalie shares a room with Emmett, mom. Unless, she's taking measures to help them both overcome their sex addiction problem. I can respect that."
"Edward, the room was designed with my youngest daughter, Bella, in mind."
Edward's jaw dropped. He proceeded to scowl and say, "Why would you design a room with HER in mind? I thought we agreed five years ago to be rid of her once and for all!"
I could hear the growls and snarls of the vampires downstairs as I answered, "Edward, we didn't agree—you agreed. Who you choose to have or not have in your life is none of my business. However, I will tell you now that Bella is my daughter and will always be a part of my life. You will not be interfering in that part of my life anymore. Now, please leave. Bella will be waking up soon and I don't want your face to be the first one she sees!" With that I slammed the door in his face and went back to sitting with my little girl.
Bella's POV
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Why is the Little Drummer Boy hanging out in my head and practicing his drumming? Pah-rum-pa-pum-pum! Aaaah! Ouch! Why the hell do I feel like I've been run over by a truck—twice? Why the hell was I dreaming of fucking Jasper, of all people, on a Corvette? Ugh! Think, think, think Bella! What the hell went down last night? Okay: Happy Hour, tequila, bachelorette party, jello shots, frozen Cock Pops, Cullens. Crap! Jasper. Oh shit! Blow job aimed at Jasper. Double shit! Jizzward. Ew...pervert! Dancing. More jello shots, Bella the Flasher, fuckhot oiled up stripper named The Major, chiseled abs, angry Carlisle, Jasper, more Jizzward, hot unknown vamps, friends, home, taxi, ear, yummy ear, Jasper, Corvette, single, cock, tasty cock, woods, ripped dress, naked Bella, naked Jasper...
"Oh shit! I fucked Jasper on the hood of his Corvette!" I yelled out loud as I greeted the morning sun that filtered through the window and made a bowline straight for my face. I opened one eyelid and decided that it was way too early to deal with all this drama and dragged the quilt back over my head.
"Language, Bella." I hear the deadly, yet sweet bell like voice of Esme. I slowly pull down the quilt to take a peek, uncovering only my eyes then suddenly sit up in shock. "Esme?"
I was greeted by the smiling eyes of the woman I thought of as a mother and bolted into her waiting arms for a hug. Esme's eyes were filled with venom tears that could never be shed as she gently rocked and held me while we both cried. Cried for years that were lost, cried for goodbyes that were never said, cried for the joy of reuniting.
"Bella, I have to tell you...no, I need to tell you something. Bella, I'm sorry. So, so sorry for abandoning you five years ago. So, sorry that I didn't stand my ground and remain in Forks to be with you. I'm so sorry that I didn't pick up the phone and try to call you right away. I'm sorry that I didn't at least say goodbye to you. A mother would never abandon her child. A good mother, that is. I failed you Bella and if I have to spend the rest of my existence making it up to you, I will." Esme said in agony.
"Stop, just stop. You're not a failure. You need to know that I forgive you. In fact, I forgave all of you years ago. I've had five years to talk things through with my bro...um...therapist and I've released all the pain from that time. When I look back at things now, I can see how unhealthy my relationship with Edward was. He's a control freak and I allowed him to manipulate me. I let him and Alice make all my decisions for me, most of which I didn't agree with at all. I was totally screwed up back then and too insecure to be in any sort of relationship. My br...therapist and I worked on me becoming more self-assured and independent. I'm really happy now. I just graduated from Boston University last weekend and, in the fall, I'm off to grad school at Harvard University. I need you to know something, Charlie and Renee, while I super loved them with my heart and soul were never really good at the parenting thing. It wasn't until I met you and Carlisle that I actually felt like a daughter. To this day, even with all the crap that happened with Edward, I still think of you as my mom and Carlisle as my dad. So, let's just let bygones be bygones and go with the flow. I mean, life happens, so let's just roll with it."
Carlisle suddenly slammed the door open and appeared at my side. He then engulfed me and Esme together in a hug that carried all the care, love, security, and warmth that a father could give his daughter. "Bella, I'm sorry and I love you," he said simply. Wow, that was kind of a Little House On the Prairie moment. Now, all we need is for Emmett to show up and we'd be complete. Ah...there's my Brother Bear.
"Bella?" he simply asked with his arms wide open. I jumped straight into Brother Bear's arms because out of everyone, he's the one I missed the most. Damn! Speaking of brothers...I better call him. He's probably flipping out, tearing apart Boston high and low by now.
"Bella, would you like to tell us what happened to Charlie and Renee?" Carlisle asked.
I wasn't expecting that question. Am I ready to tell them? Well, shit, it's my fault for mentioning their names in the first place. "Um...sure..." I started hesitantly. I was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. "Bella, hold that thought. Excuse me for a moment." Carlisle was up and out of the room in a flash, no doubt to answer the door, followed closely by Emmett.
I peek at the clock on the nightstand and it reads 7:04 a.m. Who the hell rings a doorbell so early on a Sunday morning?
So, what exactly happened after the party last night? I remember chatting with Jasper then suddenly feeling horny and giving him road head. He tried to stop me, but there was no way I was stopping. I mean, who the hell can resist a hot, blonde sex god driving a lust inducing, red Corvette? I then, climbed on top of his cock and fucked him. He turned off the highway, found a wooded area, and then threw me on the hood of the Sex Vette. I remember him ripping my dress off and me begging for him to fuck me...and fuck me he did—good and hard, just how I like it. Oh God! I'm such a lush! After that, we sat and kissed for a while and I felt little electric shocks pulsating through my body and pulling me towards him. He's my mate. Oh God—the sex god is my mate! My brother's already gonna kill me for being irresponsible! What the fuck is he going to do once he finds out that Jasper's my mate? I can't tell him. No, I have to tell him. He'll get the truth out of me one way or another. Shit! Shit! Shit!
Oh my God! I'm still wearing Jasper's shirt and no panties!
Carlisle's POV
I heard the doorbell chime and I instantly became concerned. Hardly anyone knows we live here and people generally don't ring the doorbell at 7am on a Sunday morning. Before I answered the door, I motioned to Jasper and Emmett to come with me. They nodded and instantly flanked my sides.
When I opened the door, I was greeted by the sight of a young man in his early twenties who quickly acknowledged me and said, "Excuse me for disturbing you at this hour sir, but I'm looking for my sister, Isabella."
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