A/N:I don't own Twilight. Stephanie Meyers does, I am just obsessed with them.
This is the first thing I've ever written.
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Sincere thank you to my Beta Yeah Her.
_Chapter 5: BPOV
I knew it was going to be hard to try to explain our telepathic abilities to our families. They would probably think I was cracking up form all the stress. Even though I work in the field of psychiatry and I know I am not experiencing any kind of delusional thinking, it would be hard to convince them otherwise. So I decided to tell them. Wasn't I pleasantly surprised when Carlisle and Esme immediately believed in what I had to say? It turns out that they have had similar experiences throughout their marriage. The rest of the group seemed skeptical but supportive.
Jasper, Alice's husband was holding onto Alice. She looked small sitting there, almost childlike. It was if Jasper was physically holding her together or she would break apart. Alice was always so hyper and bubbly that it seemed unnatural to witness her so sedate. Carlisle said that she was so upset on the journey across country that he gave her a light sedative.
Emmett was also uncharacteristically quiet. Growing up there were many fights but Edward and Emmett are extremely close. Emmett was downhearted. When Edward and I were learning about diseases and such we would self diagnose, a job hazard when working in the medical field. I remember when we were reviewing the Myers-Briggs personality type we had fun classifying our family and friends. Emmett was classified the extrovert, intuitive, feeling and perceiving which meant he was talkative, outgoing, curious and playful which described him perfectly. He was usually the optimistic one in the group but he was having difficulty displaying that now.
Rosalie, Emmett's wife, who was also Jaspers sister, was always so strong with a commanding presence. She took over without delay. Rosalie needed to feel useful. She loved her family fiercely and very much wanted to do all that she could to help during this crisis. She started making a list of questions that we would need to ask the authorities. A representative from Humanitarian Doctors Abroad and an agent from the FBI were on their way to the house. Many questions were hanging in the air; Why was he kidnapped? Did anyone hear from the captors? Do we know if he was hurt? Should we expect to get a request for ransom? Has this happened before and if so what was the outcome? Once we had some answers then I guess we could start to develop a plan.
Just then I looked over to Esme. Sweet Esme; what must she be feeling? When Edward and I went off to college Esme gave Edward this poem:
A mother's love for her son is pure and special.
It cannot be broken or reckoned with.
It's a kind of love that softens even the hardest of hearts.
Love between mother and son is strong and visible from the sea.
It brings peace of mind and dries sad tears.
It can bring a man to his knees and make him weep.
A mother's love for her son is not hidden or shy,
but is everlasting that grow stronger each day
Author: Valerie DuPont
Edward cherished that poem and it never left his wallet. The poem could still bring Edward to tears when he read it. If he was feeling particularly homesick I would find him reading it and discreetly wiping his eyes. Edward was a momma's boy and proud of it.
Charlie was being so quiet that I almost forgot that he arrived with the Cullen's. Charlie loved Edward like a son. Charlie had difficulty showing his emotions, he appeared cold at times but I knew that was not the case. Charlie is serious and quiet, interested in peaceful living. He is predictable and dependable. I know that he can accomplish any task he sets his mind to. I know he will be an asset once we have a plan.
The doorbell rings. Everyone in the room looks to me. I cannot move. Phil gets up to answer the door and we all expectantly look to the authorities for news. Are any of us prepared for what we will hear? It has been sixteen hours since this nightmare has begun.
