Chapter 17
Edward's POV
Walking to the elevator and waiting to go back upstairs to the penthouse, I just broke. I have hidden the anger for 4 years and I took it out on her…and our daughter. Oh god, I have a kid and Bella did not tell me. It angered me and that is why I was so fucking angry when I was there. I hurt her, I knew that, I made myself sound like I did not want anything to do with her or Renesmee.
She is my daughter, not some dog that I lost and replaced as time went on. When it stopped at the penthouse Alice's eyes flashed to mine, she was luck I was still standing. I walked very slowly out of the elevator and over to the couch. I sat down and put my head in my hands, oh god.
"Edward, are you mad at me?" she asked.
I shook my head, I could not be mad at my cousin. She did not do anything wrong, she just freaked out earlier when she saw the flashes of the camera's.
"No Alice, I'm not mad at you," I said.
"You look mad, tell me," she said.
I sighed; could I really tell my cousin everything?
"It…it all started (four) years ago," I said.
FLASHBACK (A/N: Will consist of a few chapters!)
"Mom I will be fine, I'm twenty six not five," I said.
She sighed.
"I know Edward, but what ab," she said being cut off.
"No, doesn't Mom, I tell you I will be fine," I said.
"I know Edward," she said.
"I mean it, no more Edward this Edward that," I said.
She pouted.
"Fine, are you sure you don't want someone to come with you?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"I'm fine, I've been to Seattle before," I said.
"Not by you," she said.
"Mom!" I hissed.
She sighed as I picked up the bag, I would be in Seattle for a few weeks and I plan to get things done over that time. I wanted to get some new songs written for my album and not have to worry about the paparazzi. I do not plan on staying in Seattle, but going somewhere less…big.
"Bye," I said.
"Have fun baby! Call me when you land!" she yelled as I walked out the door.
I walked out the door and put my bags in the back of my Aston Martin, before going to the driver's side. Even driving around would be followed by millions of paparazzi. I drove to the place where my private plane was being prepared for my departure. I talked with the pilot for a bit and the flying arrangements. We would land in Port Angeles and I would…I would go to the nearest small town where no one would mind me.
I got onto the plane and sighed as I stared out the window, having your own private jet was great when you are famous. I slept most of the way there even though it was around a 5-hour flight. About 30 minutes before we landed I woke up and groaned at the light, god it hurt my eyes. I sat up in the chair and stretched my arms before watching us get closer to the ground.
I put my seat belt on…and closed my eyes. Being famous is hard work. When we finally landed and I was out of the plane, I sighed and stretched my legs and arms out. My luggage was put into my rental car as I stretched. Yeah I don't have to do anything. When I walked over I looked to the only one I wanted to.
"How many people live in this town?" I asked.
"No ingles," he said. (No English)
Damnit, what the fuck mom? Damn he's German isn't he?
"Wie viele Menschen leben in dieser Stadt?" I asked. (How many people live in this city?)
He smiled and shook his head.
"15, 234," he said.
At least he knew how to say numbers in English, thank god. I nodded, I wasn't staying here, I was soon handed the keys and smiled.
"Thanks," I said.
"Espanola?" he asked.
"Gracias," I said.
Mom hired foreign's… she will pay. I got in the car and started in up before driving off, and just driving the high way through Port Angeles. I reached a town about an hour and a half later called forks will just a bit over (three thousand) people. This was the right town to be in. stopping at a motel; I knew I would be staying here for a few weeks.
