Chapter 9: In Trouble

Carly's POV
Anthony and I just stood there as the officer took off our handcuffs. I could feel Carlisle and Esme's eyes boring into me. I looked everywhere but at them. I refused to meet their gaze.

"Alright you both are free to go" the officer said.

"Thank you very much officer" dad said, trying to remain calm. But I could hear something brewing underneath the calm.

The walk to their car was the longest and quietest walk that I had ever taken in my life. For a moment, just one brief moment, I was wishing that I was back in that jail cell instead.

Then the silence was broken. "Will one of you please explain why we got a phone call this morning saying that our children got arrested last night for assaulting police officers?" dad said, he was starting to lose the calm demeanor.

Anthony and I looked at each other. The fear on his face echoed my own. Neither of us wanted to start talking.

"Well?!"mom demanded when none of us answered right away.

"Well it all started because my parents reported me missing earlier yesterday. I was put on a missing person's list online and someone from the restaurant recognized me and called the police. I refused to go so one of the officers grabbed me by force-"

Then Anthony interrupted me "Then I screamed at him to let her go and I struck him right across the face. I wasn't going to let them go" he said.

"Why would you do that?!" dad said rather angrily.

"Anthony that was stupid and irresponsible!" mom added.

I started to quiver in fear at their raised voices. I had never seen them this angry before. Surely it wouldn't be long before they hit me. Just like my parents would. Memories of my parents came punishing me came back to my mind and I started to shake really badly.

"What was I supposed to do? I couldn't let them take her to her biological family?" he asked.

"What you should've done is just let them take her, and then called us to tell us exactly what was happening. We would've dealt with it then"dad said angrily.

"Carly I'm interested in knowing how you got arrested?" mom said. She looked almost as upset as dad.

I began to shake even worse. It took all of my concentration to remain still even for a little while.

"Well when he hit the officer immediately more of them had them had him on the floor. I hit one of them because he was handling him to roughly" I admitted.

"I can't believe you to" dad said.

"I hope you both are happy, we were all worried sick about you both last night!" mom said rather angrily.

"and Anthony. Nessie and Jacob have a few words they'd like to say to you when we get back home as well"dad said.

Immediately he looked even more terrified. I didn't understand why. How could two teenagers have such an effect on him?

All I knew is that I was absolutely terrified about the whole situation. I wanted to be as far away from them as possible right now.

It was for that reason that as soon as we got back home I ran to my room as fast as possible and locked the door behind me. Esme and Carlisle were screaming out my name over and over again. Apparently they weren't done saying whatever it was they had to say to me.

But I ignored them. Yelling and screaming brought back way to many bad memories for me. And even though the rational part of my mind knew that Carlisle and Esme wouldn't hurt me, the emotional part of my mind had completely taken over. After all throughout my entire life I had learned to fear yelling and screaming, because it always meant that injury and lots of pain was sure to follow.

I laid there in my bed and silently cried for a long time. I was ashamed at myself for feeling this way, but I couldn't help it.

I stayed there in my room for a few more hours until I heard someone knock on my door.

My heartbeat quicken in response.

"Carly it's me, can you let me in?" came mom's voice.

"Sure mom" I said. I went and unlocked the door and let her in.

She looked very sad as she stared at me. "I'm sorry Carly" she said.

Why was she apologizing? Wasn't I the one in trouble?

"Why are you apologizing?" I asked.

"because we scared you. I don't want to scare you" she said. Then she hugged me much like any mother would do to comfort a child that's upset.

"No, I'm sorry. It's completely irrational of me to act like this. I should know better. You're not like them. Neither you or dad are like them" I said. "I should know that"

"Carly, getting over so much abuse is not easy. I know from personal experience" she said.

"What?" I said. Who in there right mind would ever abuse a wonderful woman like Esme.

"My first husband was a very abusive man. In the end I ran away from him. After that I met Carlisle. He turned out to be the man of my dreams. But even now, all these years later, every time I think of my first husband it's still very emotional for me" she said. I don't know why, but I get the feeling that she was leaving out parts of her story, but I didn't want to pry. She'd tell me if she ever wanted to.

"I'm so sorry" I said.

"It's okay" she said.

"I don't understand why some people can hurt others like that" I said.

"I don't either, maybe it's a genetic thing, or a leaned behavior. Is anyone else in your family that way?" she asked.

"No, everyone in my family are very caring and loving people. None of them ever knew about what was happening to me though" I said.

"No one in your family is like this?" she asked.

I thought about all of the research that I have done on my ancestors before and suddenly I did remember one that was an abusive man.

"Yeah actually, I did have one that was abusive. He was my great great grandfather. His name was Charles Evenson" I said.

"Ouch!" I shouted when she suddenly squeezed my hand a little to tight.

"Sorry, sorry!" she said. "Did you say that his name was Charles Evenson?" she asked.

"Yes, why?" I asked.

"Could you tell me more about him?" she asked.

"Okay" why was she so interested in him?

"He was born in Columbus, Ohio. He married my great great grandmother Esme

Anne Platt. He got drafted during world war I. Not long after he returned my great great grandmother got pregnant with his baby. Only he didn't know this at the time because she ran away. I believe it was in Ashland Oregon where she gave birth to my great grandfather who she named Carlisle. He developed a really bad lung infection and nearly died two days after his birth. Actually the doctors thought he was dead, but they were wrong. Unfortunately my great great grandmother was so saddened by his death that she committed suicide" I explained.

Mom stared at me as if she were seeing me very differently now. Honestly there were no words to describe the look on her face.

"What happened to her baby?" she asked in barely more then a whisper.

"Charles found out about him. He raised him for seven years until he was mysteriously killed in 1928. From what my great grandfather has told me about his father is that he was always very abusive to him. He still has the scars from some of the abuse. But after his father was killed he went to live with his grandparents. Then in 1942 he was drafted into world war II. When he came back he went to college and graduated with a degree in psychology. He was a psychologist. Then he met my great grandmother Lily Cullen. They fell in love and got married. Instead of her changing her last name he was the one that took her last name because he hated his last name because it reminded him of his dad. I guess that makes me descended from two Carlisle Cullens" I explained.

"How did he die?" mom asked.

"Actually he's still alive. He's over 100 years old but he's still alive. He's in a nursing home in Columbus, Ohio. I don't think he'll be alive much longer though. I talk to him a lot and he says that his health is rapidly deteriorating. He begs me to come visit him, but because of my parents I never could" I said.

"Excuse me a minute" Esme said before leaving. She looked like she was about to cry. What had I said?

Two hours later she came back. "Start packing" she said. "because tomorrow we're going to Columbus, Ohio"

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