I'm feeling in the writing mood. It's a beautiful day here in SoCal near the beach and its super sunny! Ah, while watching T.I and Tiny: The Family Hustle, I'm feeling good(:
Oh and a review said this was starting to sound like the movie line Abduction with the super delicious Taylor Lautner, and as I was reading that I realized it was sort of true. I write on impact, and none of this is planned. I write and somehow the words come to me and all of a sudden I have a solid chapter written and published. I guess it is starting to sound like Abduction so thank you to Cheetahgl4 for pointing that out to me and I love all the positive reviews so keep them coming!(:
I stared at this little piece of paper in my hands and swallowed the thick lump in my throat. My first instinct was to rip it up into tiny pieces then rip the throat out of who ever was doing this to me. After the shock and scare wore off I called Sherri knowing she would most likely know what to do in this situation, she did after all know what situation I was in.
It rung, and rung, and rung, and rung. It was the longest three seconds in my life and I felt relieved when I heard her soprano voice.
"Hey sweetie what's up?" I didn't have it in me to smile at her voice and continued to stare at this little note in my hand.
"Hi Sherri, I…I need you" I said in a hoarse voice and I heard her silence on the other line.
"Edward, what's going on?" She asked seriously and I swallowed again.
"Just come to my house. Not Chief's C-Carmen and Eleazar" I said stuttering and I heard a rustling of keys and a door slam.
"I'm on my way" She said and the line went dead. I looked more into the box for something to hint for a number or a clue to who this would be. I gasped once and touched the navy blue Chicago MD hoodie that belonged to my father. In white cursive writing on the left side of his hoodie said Carlisle Masen, Chief of Surgery MD; I felt my eyes sting with tears at the sight of this jacket and I remembered curling up on the couch with this same jacket when he wouldn't wear it. He had to get a second one from the amount of times I would wear his. I took a deep whiff of his jacket and closed my eyes the memories of him hitting me like a ton of bricks from the scent of his sterile hospital smell which was mixed with Calvin Klein cologne. How the fuck did they get this stuff?
"Whoever this Dove person is really sick and twisted" I muttered angrily to myself while blinking the tears back as I explored more things in the tiny box. After seeing my father's jacket I was prepared for more of my parents' belongings. There was my mother's worn out purple printed chiffon scarf she wore almost daily. It still smelt of her Vera Wang perfume and paint fumes. I fought against the tears but the emotions were just too much and I was tired of holding them back. I let them run freely down my cheeks and I didn't care. The more things I found the angrier I got. There had to be some clues lurking around this goddamned behind the little porcelain doll that was from my Chicago home, was a little black drawn on box with a FedEx looking sticker. Ripping up the box to get to the sticker I saw it was an address and I looked more closely onto it.
"Maine?" I asked aloud and searched more for an address. I found Old Town, Maine but that's it. No address, no names, just a city and state. I doubted they were still there but I at least had a lead where I could find them.
"Edward?" Sherri called worriedly and I sniffled and wiped my nose.
"Kitchen" I called back as I examined all the little trinkets on the counter top. There were so many of them, so many of my things, my parents' things. Hell, even my dog Jaws' fucking chew toys were in here.
"Oh Edward" Sherri breathed and took me into her arms. I put my face in the crook of her neck and silently cried for the first time in almost 4 years. I did all of that in the beginning of adapting to this new life and now its come back to haunt me.
"What is all this?" she asked softly and looked to all the shit on the counter.
"It's my stuff…from Chicago" I said slowly and her eyes widened. She looked down at the box and the tiny articles scattered around the counter top letting her eyes travel over them slowly one at a time.
"How the hell did it get here?" She asked in a low disbelieving tone. I shrugged unemotionally and handed her the note.
"What the flip?" She asked in her substitution of the 'F' word. If this situation wasn't so fucked up I would've laughed.
"Yeah, this is my mother's scarf" I said and feeling the material slip through my finger tips, "and my father's jacket. Last time I saw those they were in their room where they belonged. I have no fucking clue how they got here" I said gravely and she nodded in understanding. This whole thing freaked me the fuck out. I swallowed again and stressfully ran a shaky hand through my hair.
"First things first, do not tell anyone about this. Well, maybe Charlie, but that's it. Not Jasper, or Emmett, or Bella, or Jacob. Edward, for right now this is serious. Esme's scarf and Carlisle's jacket showed up from more than three states away in a small brown box that magically appeared in your house when your high-tech security system that alerts the police when someone breaks in didn't go off. I find that to be a bit scary and unnerving, and Edward I want you to stay away from this house until we can figure out who is doing this" Shelly said looking me straight in the eye. I nodded and agreed silently with her.
Whoever this 'Dove' shit was…he or she was going down. Hard.
*~My Teenage Delinquent*~
This had to be one of the trippiest times in my life ever. And that's including the dope I used to take a few years back.
This morning another box came for me with even more stuff. Was this Dove person trying to clear out my house? I had more childhood memories, such as sports medals, class spelling bee certificates, perfect attendance awards, and the little things that meant the most to parents.
I was sitting on my bed Indian style here in the Swan home and all my Chicago shit lay out before me. I eyed it all and sighed.
The ceramic dove the cocksucker named himself after, my mother's scarf, father's jacket, my mother's porcelain doll she bought at little antique shop on North State Street which was her favorite antique store when she miscarried my sister. There was a stethoscope which my father's name was engraved on, the DVD season 2 of Family Guy my family and I watched together every night before bed and after dinner; it was our show. The Beatles album Abbey Road was here as well, and that was one of the many albums that played throughout our dinners every night. My blue baby blanket with my name stitched onto it-my real name.
"Anthony Carlisle" I mused and felt the soft material in my hands. It was a tiny little square with a lingering old scent which brought tears to my eyes. I swallowed and wiped them away quickly before moving onto the next object. God, I was such a fucking cry baby now it was ridiculous.
"Edward?" Bella asked softly and knocked on my door. I looked up startled to her and she was standing in my doorway with a small smile on her face.
Shit she can't see any of this! I quickly stood to meet her at the door and block her view of my bed, but epically failed.
"Dinner's ready, Charlie wanted me to come up here and get you" She said and I nodded trying to close the door when her foot moved in front of the doorway to work as a door stopper.
"Bella I'll be right down, I promise. Give me five minutes" I asked impatiently and tried to close the door again. She walked in uninvited and stood at the end of the bed, letting her eyes travel over my bed.
"What's this?" She asked curiously picking up my soccer medal from the 2nd grade. I snatched it out of her hands and held it close to my chest.
"What part of 'give me five minutes' did you not understand?" I snapped at her and she glared.
"What is this Edward?" She pushed again and I ignored her and tried to clean up.
"Edward, don't lie to me this is my home I have a right to know what your keeping here in my cousin's room" She said angrily. I sighed frustrated and whipped around to face her.
"Fine!" I hissed, "If you really need to know this is some of my stuff from my old house it was shipped to Carmen and Eleazar's okay? It's just stuff" I lied and a pang hit my chest when I said that. I turned back around and starting putting the stuff back in the box when I saw her body stiffen.
"Are these your parents?" She asked referring to the picture in her hands. I looked over her shoulder to see a picture of my parents and me at the park for my 10th birthday party.
"Yes" I said in a hard tone and went back to putting away my stuff.
"You look a lot like your mom. But you and your dad have the same exact eyes and smile. They're beautiful" she said softly. I stopped packing for a moment to glance at her and she wasn't looking at the picture with pity or sadness like everybody else did; she looked at it with curiosity.
"I know. That's my favorite picture" I said and went back to packing. I heard her humming quietly and softly while she picked up random articles and looking them for a moment before picking up the next one. Then it went dead silent and she took a shaky breath.
"Edward, what is this?" She asked in a shaky tone and I turned to find her holding a piece of green paper with black ink on it. I haven't seen it before and I snatched it from her clutches briefly skimming it before shucking in a sharp breath and turning over the paper to let it out.
"Tell Charlie I won't be here for dinner. I have to go to Sherri's. Whatever you do don't tell Charlie anything" I hissed in her face closely and she nodded silently.
"I promise" She whispered before turning and running out of the room. I ripped my cell phone out of my pocket before running down the steps with the letter in hand while trying to put my leather jacket on. I was a pretty badass multi tasker if I do say so myself. I felt Bella's gaze on me as I took my keys off the key rack and I gave her one long glance before heaving a heavy sigh and opening the door.
"I'll be right back" I promised. She nodded and held her stomach with her arms.
"Be safe" She said softly and I quickly left the house and hopped on my bike to take the short drive to Sherri's. I rang her doorbell four or five times before Casey opened the door confused to see me.
"Is your mom here?" I asked hesitantly. He shook his head but opened the door wider for me.
"Nope, but my dad is. You need them?" He asked and I nodded and walked in.
"Steve!" I shouted running up the stairs into his office. They wouldn't care if I screamed throughout their home; I practically lived here.
"Edward what's wrong?" Steve asked and opened his door worriedly. I stopped inside and started tugging at my hair, the emotions hitting me like a ton of bricks.
"I got another letter" I breathed. Steve paled and swallowed before sitting in his desk and gesturing me to. I bounced in my seat and handed him the letter. His eyes skimmed it before widening.
"Oh my god" He whispered turning it over before swallowing. I felt tears welt up in my eyes before he reading it aloud. I stared at the back of the letter while he read it and I stared at it for a long while. It was a picture of my parents at a dark wood table and they were sitting next to one another so close they practically shared the same chair. My mother appeared to be crying while my father put on a brave face but you could see the sadness on his face. They were looking at two pictures; my mother held a picture of the three of us that was taken a month before all this shit happened to us. We were at my dad's hospital charity ball. The picture my father held scared me to the core. It was a picture of me at school in front of my locker with Jasper and Emmett. I was putting in my blue science binder and smiling at Jasper as he told us the story about how he kicked Laurent's ass. Emmett was busting up laughing and Jasper had a small smirk. It was taken on school grounds, and obviously by a student. I appeared to be happy as I smiled at Jasper while putting a binder into my locker. My mind was running a mile a minute at this point and I barely heard a word Steve was saying. I managed the catch the end of it but I read the letter over and over I had it memorized.
Anthony, I'm impressed. You've gone this long before anyone's figured out that your life story is a bunch of bullshit. I know you, it won't take long before you crack and all that hard work goes down the shitter. I'm sending you more memories from the windy city to you, so you should be thanking me; but, not yet if I were you. You've got the whole fucking city of Chicago looking for me and my friends but all I have to say is: You're working too hard. The answer is right in front you and you're going for the obvious kill. All you have to do is open your green eyes and look. You're a smart boy it won't take you that long. I decided to be nice this time and I enclosed a picture on the back of this letter and you better be thankful, the next one won't come for a while.
P.S. Victoria says that forest green shirt you wore the other day made your eyes pop. Whatever the fuck that means.
P.P.S. You better tell your 'friends' at WPP to stop looking in the too obvious places for me. I obviously won't be there. You know who I am Tony, think creatively and keep your open because I'm everywhere. Which means you better sleep with one eye open and watch your back. You never know what I might do next.
Until next time 'Edward'.
Dove
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