EPOV
After I had dumped the girl unceremoniously onto the sofa in the entrance hall my uncle Carlisle came in to look at her. Carlisle, as well as being Alice's father, was a sort of pseudo father to us all. My own being as emotionally responsive as well I guess me if the reaction of my family members of late are anything to go by, frowning to myself I backed into the corner watching there interaction. While standing in my "broody vamp stance" as Emmett so eloquently puts it a memory flashes before me.
I was 6 playing in the garden chasing bees, squirrels with my dog (a loyal cross between a husky and Labrador) called scruffy by my childish mind. School had finished but Emmett was in detention again..the other kids use to pick on him for being smaller than the rest of us god help them if they saw him now..and Alice was inside making a dress for her school play. I went further to the edge of the wall wanting to follow the various creatures to where they lived as I climbed I was the most confident person in the world. Below I could see scruff barking wildly as he chased his tail, he was fully grown at a year old but still was like a puppy. I looked above to the top windows of the house and saw my father, suddenly scared that I was going to get into trouble I tried to quickly climb back down and in my haste tripped and fell a good 10 feet. Luckily it was early spring so the ground was soft and auntie Esmes flower beds broke my fall..she still has not forgiven me for that incident regardless of the massive maze of tropical flowers I helped her plant for most summers to follow. I lay there stunned and hurting, tears falling down my face when Uncle Carlisle came rushing out hearing my cries. Scooping me up he took me in and bandaged my injuries while whispering soothing words telling me how brave I was and then giving me a cookie. After he had finished my father walked in and ordered him to leave. My father Edward Antony Masan (Senior) was an intimidating man even now in his early 60s back then he was a giant among men in both size and stature. Whimpering I drew my freshly bandaged knees to my chest and gazed at him. With a look of pure disgust he glared down at me and shouted "what the hell is wrong with you?!"
Starting to cry I apologised "I'm..so..so sorry Father..I know I'm not allowed on the wall I just wanted.." striding toward me he jerked my chin up.
"You pathetic snivelling excuse for a child" I started to sob louder "SHUT UP" roaring shocked me into silence. "When I saw you at the top of the wall with blatant disregard for authority I actually felt proud my boy" again surprise flooded through me as he ruffled my hair, however it was short-lived as he then gripped it tugging the strands hard so fresh tears appeared in my eyes. "But then not only were you so fucking stupid to fall off and give into your pathetic fear but you had the nerve to whine no fucking whimper like a baby about a few scratches!"
Finally finding my voice I spoke around his hand "b.. Carlisle said I was brave" with a snort he chucked me on the floor "yes but Carlisle is the girl my mother always wanted, Carlisle is a pathetic piece of shit, and you are supposed to be MY SON," with a roar he reached for me getting angry as I shrank away. "Pick yourself up! and face me like a real man" he took off his belt and wrapped it around his hand "if I ever see you cry again you will not walk for weeks! Now come here boy" he grasped my hair and yanked me towards him, he bent so his lips were to my ear and whispered with deadly quietness "be grateful I am being lenient with you." He then beat me with the belt while I tried to stifle my sobs.
After that day I never cried again but I always remembered how kind Carlisle was especially after he tended my wounds… I found out later he nearly got shot for daring to stand up to my father about the beating. Even now as a man my father is proud of my uncle still treats me with the same kindness he treats everyone including the girl who no one knows, she could be a plant, spy, snitch to bring down his family but still he stands there trying to make her laugh.
Shaking off the memory I stared at the girl wondering why Emmett seems so taken with her. Not in a sexual way as the man has been neutered by Rosalie for years now, ever since Royce King punched him in sixth grade and Rosalie kicked Royce so hard he went to hospital. Unlucky sod, smirking I can't imagine any girl laying a claim over my boys like that. Also was the mystery of Alice's involvement, she will probably do what she always does, throw us together till we 'magically connect'… while in everyone else's reality I am a chuck' em out before I shoot' em. That reminds me I had better check my gun safe, the last time Alice bought a girl home for me she hid them, to this day I still don't know where they were.
But despite what my family may be starting to think she is a witness and we don't leave loose ends. Which brings my mind to why I bought her home? What information did I think I could get? If she was with the snitch why didn't she run? And what is she running from? why didn't I just shoot her? Ahhh gripping my hair I walk rapidly away. Great now I am beginning to question my authority it's no wonder the others do. Enough with the pondering, her big helpless brown eyes and mysterious attitude cannot change anything, if it comes down to it I will kill her and make it look like an accident so no one suspects.