Thank you for all those reviews last chapter. I wasn't going to update today but you guys made me change my mind.
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Carlisle's POV
I found myself opening the bathroom door when I heard whimpering on the other side. I was surprised to see the boy wearing the clean pair of trousers. Seeing the old pair of underpants and not the cleaner pair, I assumed that he put those on. Unfortunately, he was shirtless. I had a feeling that it would take a while to get him use to being fully clothed. His hair still needed a wash so I led him over the bath tub and leaned his head back over it so that I could wash it for him without getting the rest of his body wet.
He was no problem at all as I wet his hair and put shampoo in it as he remained in the same position the whole way through it. Because I didn't want to risk a bad reaction from him when using a hair dryer, I dried it with a towel instead.
"There we go. That's one less thing for Rosalie to complain about" I joked to him as I begun to brush his hair.
After a good clean, I realised that the true colour of his curly hair was honey blond; a tad darker than Rose's. His skin was rather pale which probably had something to do with living in the cold for so long. His eyes stared at mine yet again. I wish I knew what he was thinking when he did that. He spent most of his time staring at my eldest daughter but if it wasn't her, it was Alice or me.
I grabbed the clean shirt for the third time and put it over his head before helping him put his hands through the sleeves. The boy being okay with me putting the shirt on him was actually a clever trick, I realised. He would make it seem like the shirt was no problem but once I am out of his sight, he will take it off.
Esme was making a start on dinner so at least the boy would have a good meal down him; one that he probably hadn't had in a while. I gave him a nod so he knew that I was done so the boy ran out of the room and straight by Rosalie's door, laying down right by it as he began to whimper. If he thought that noise was going to work on her, he was wrong by a long shot. If that noise worked on anybody, it would be Esme. Leaving the boy where he was, I went down the stairs to meet my wife in the kitchen.
"I'm just going to cool out for a while. Do you think you'll be alright with him?" I asked her.
"He'll be fine. He's certainly keeping Rose in her room though" she chuckled. "Where are you going anyway?"
"To talk to Charlie about this. I can't just take him in from the wild and keep him like an abandoned puppy. If we do take him in, it needs to be done legally. Besides, Charlie might be able to figure out who he is" I explained.
Charlie was the Chief of police so he would be able to help me find out the boy's identity. If he couldn't speak, he couldn't tell us his name. He probably didn't even know it. It was possible that the boy had been reported missing a while ago so it would help Charlie track him down and get to the bottom of this.
"You really do want him, don't you?" She stated surely.
I wasn't sure what it was but something was screaming at me, telling me that I had to keep this boy; that there was a reason why it was Alice that found him. There was a reason why I felt the urge to take him home.
"Unless you don't" I hinted.
"Well he hasn't been with us for long. I think we should see how it goes before I can decide because he really does seem to act so wild. I just don't know if I would be able to handle it when you are working" Esme explained.
"That's understandable. I'll mention the thought of adoption to him anyway since he is unlikely to return to his biological parents" I said.
After she nodded and got a kiss goodbye, I headed out into my car and drove to Charlie's house. He didn't work on Sundays so I knew that he would be home. It was quite a drive away since my house was in the middle of nowhere but Charlie was in the centre of Fork's. Once I reached there, I parked outside the house and knock on his door.
It was his daughter, Bella, that answered. I knew this one very well since she was often in the hospital. It was her regular trips that made me and Charlie friends actually.
"Oh, hi Dr Cullen" she welcomed.
"Hi, Bella. Is your father home?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah he is...Dad?" She called.
Charlie appeared a second later, taking Bella's place in the doorway.
"Hello, Carlisle. Can I do anything for you?" He politely asked.
"Yes. It's rather important. Do you mind if I come in?" I questioned.
"Yes, sure. Right this way".
Charlie led me into his house and I followed him into the lounge. He sat down first and I repeated the action on the sofa opposite him.
"So what is it that you want to talk to me about?" He questioned.
"Well, long story short...My youngest daughter found a boy living in the woods, just a mile out from my house. I managed to bring him back with me but...he's very different. I fear that this boy has lived there for so long that he might not have a positive future. He acts like an animal, he can't speak, we don't know who he is...we don't even know his name" I explained.
"Wow. How old would you say he looked?"
"He seemed very young. Between 14 and 16" I guessed.
The clothes that he was wearing had been Edward's at the age of 15 and 16 but I guessed down to 14 because he seemed rather small. Maybe it was because he wasn't getting the nutrition he needed to grow.
"He hasn't said a single word?" Charlie double checked.
"See, this is the strange thing; he growls and whimpers like an animal but he has said one word. Rose; he said it as he looked at her. He knew the name of my daughter and I have no idea how" I revealed.
"That's strange. For the fact that he looked at Rose and said the word too, it couldn't have been a coincidence. Maybe there is something more to it. Are you sure you didn't mention her name to the boy?" He questioned.
"Positive. I just don't understand how he knew her but she didn't know him" I unsurely spoke.
"How wild is he?" Charlie asked.
"He is very wary, he jumps all onto the furniture, he growls when you get closer than he's comfortable with, he whimpers when he isn't getting something he wants, he tends to steal the fruit and then runs to a safe place to eat it, he bites when he feel like he's in danger and he even refuses to keep a shirt on" I listed.
"And how long have you had him?"
"Four hours" I answered quickly.
Charlie's eyes widened at the answer. I'm sure he expected a longer time because of my list.
"Well with a case like this, we would probably need to observe this and see if there is any sort of place that would take in kids with such behaviour. I'll also look out for missing children but I'm going to need a detailed description of him" Charlie said.
"Well about the first part, Esme and I are thinking about adopting him if there's a chance" I revealed.
"Four hours and you are already thinking about it?"
I knew it was strange but Alice already called the boy her friend, he attached himself to Rosalie even though she hasn't accepted it yet and I still have that voice in my head telling me that he needed us.
"I know. Anyway as for the description, I can't really say much because I have no idea how long he has been living on his own but one thing I'm sure he has always had is blond curly hair and very bright blue eyes. His nose is a little narrow, his cheeks are rather...to be honest, he's a spitting image of Rosalie" I described.
Charlie looked at the table, his eyes focused on something. He looked like he was deep in thought, trying to figure something out.
"So let me get this straight. He knew her name, he has attached himself to her and now I am being told he looks like her. Wasn't Rosalie the one who lost her bro..."
"Impossible" I whispered.
I knew what idea had popped into his head but the chance was one in a million.
"There's still a chance. I'll look more into it and see if I can find any other missing kids that match his description but for now, are you okay to look after him? If not, I can find some place for him" he checked.
"I'm sure. I better be getting back now anyway since Esme is cooking lunch" I explained.
Besides, I didn't want the boy to make things difficult for my wife; especially because he is capable of hurting people even if it was because he felt threatened. That was one thing that was holding me back from taking the wild boy in. I didn't want to welcome an aggressive person into the family whether he felt it was right or not so I only have a matter of time to get him out of that habit.
Rosalie's POV
If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that there was an abandoned puppy whimpering outside of my bedroom door. That boy had been outside my room for about half an hour now. Give me a break! Having enough of that annoying animal noise, I opened the door forcefully and the boy responds by getting up and crouched since he was originally curled up and gave me one of those horrible puppy dog eyes.
"Has anybody told you yet that you're a human?" I asked sarcastically.
He rubbed his head against my shoulder. What the hell was that? Was that supposed to mean something? God that's annoying. At least he was clean now. As I moved away, he looked into my eyes curious as to why I moved.
"Oh my god" I whispered.
He looked too familiar. I looked away, not wanting to drown myself in those eyes that reminded me of somebody else. I pushed him back and shut my door, not wanting to look at him again. I still try to make myself forget about him. I was so young yet I remember him perfectly.
"Mom, can me and Jasper play in the garden? It's really sunny" I asked.
"Of course you can, dear. But keep a close eye on your brother because I know he likes to run off" she warned.
It was true. He was only four years old yet he had a mind of his own. There have been many times where we have spent ages looking for him because he's not in the house and we always find him somewhere further away. We have even got one of those child harnesses just to keep him close by. Despite becoming a bit of a adventurer at such a young age, he had a speech problem.
Most people his age knew how to talk and could speak clearly. Unfortunately for Jasper, he was a very slow learner. He tended to copy what people said but it was more slurred and because he had just copied the words from somebody's voice, he had no idea what they meant. He had been attending speech therapies and things like that but he had been showing no signs of improvement. There was one thing that he could say clearly though; my name.
It made me happy to know that my name was the only word he actually knew. I mean, yeah he occasionally said mom or dad but he always cried for me; his sister. We were very close and inseparable. I heard many of my parent's friends mention how cute it was that we were so close to each other.
"Come on, Jazz. We're going outside" I said enthusiastically.
He smiled, showing his cute little dimples.
"Owide. Owin Owide, Rose" he tried to copy my words.
I held his hands as I walked him outside. As soon as we were out there, Jasper sat on the grass as his eyes scanned the ground. For some reason, he was absolutely crazy on stones and rocks. He collected the ones that looked interesting like if they had a different colour or a strange shape. He even got a few polished stones given to him for his fourth birthday but he didn't show much interest in them. Well there was one that he actually gave me. It was a pink one and mom told me it was called a 'Rose quartz' which matched my name. Apparently there was also one that matched Jasper's name too but he never showed it to me.
"Rose" he called.
I looked at him as he lifted up a small black and white rock with a huge grin on his face. He was always so chuffed when he found a new thing to add to his collection. I held out my hand to look at it when we suddenly heard a car pull up. The person that walked out hadn't looked familiar but he was looking right at us.
Stop thinking. Stop remembering. Not him. Take him out of your mind, right now!
I still have that rose quartz that he gave me a whole 12 years ago which I keep in a special box with other important stuff. Come to think of it, didn't animal boy give me that stone thing earlier? I went through my drawer and took out the mineral stone again.
Jasper loved stones.
God! I hated the memories that animal boy was bringing up. I had to get rid of this. With the stone in my hand, I opened the door and walked over the curled up body that wouldn't leave me alone. He'll get up in a few seconds and follow me. I rushed down the stairs and went into the kitchen to find the bin.
"Hi, Rosalie. Are you okay?" My mom, Esme asked.
I nodded at her as I walked towards the dustbin.
"What is that?" She asked.
"This? A stone" I said as I held it up to her.
"Can I see that?" Esme questioned.
With a deep sigh, I passed it to her. She examined it carefully, taking the colour and shape into detail. She rubbed her fingers against the marbled texture before smiling a little.
"I studied rocks and mineral for a while. Do you know what this is?" She asked me.
I shrugged at her, clueless. It was just a polished stone. "No, do you?"
"Yes. It's a red Jasper".
Well done 'Blackdiamond15' for guessing the name of the mineral stone that Jasper gave Rose.
(Did any of you guys notice what I did with the Rose quartz. Good thinking huh?)
Anyway, Please review again! It's almost 12 AM here in England (Yes, I am in the country that refuses to snow yet most of you are in America and have it bad) It was even in the British newspapers! I'm stuck with rain and floods! Keep warm guys.