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WARNING: This story contains mature themes and is intended for mature readers.
ANTHONY CULLEN.
"This is bullshit, fucking bullshit," my brother cursed. He had been pacing the hall outside the bedroom for forty odd minutes now.
"She's our mother," I said. It is not often that I am the voice of reason. It is a position I never thought I would find myself in. It was usually my brother trying to calm me down.
"She may be our mother, but she knows better," he seethed. Edward had always maintained a certain level of calm in his life, it was very nice for me to see him lose himself the way that he was right now.
"Calm the fuck down, please, you're making me dizzy just watching you go back and forth here," I said.
"How the hell are you so calm?" He stressed.
"What do you want me to do? She's our mother and my little lamb is now...your wife." The words hurt. I don't know what the hell was wrong with me? Why it all bothered me so much, my brother marrying her? She was nothing to me. She meant nothing. Her purpose was served, she was used for revenge. We had gotten a greater revenge on Charles than I thought. Death would have been an easy option for him. Having him in great turmoil, in great suffering for months only to end up taking his only life, it did bring me joy knowing that I played a part in it all.
The bedroom door opened gently. Our mother stepped out, closing the door behind her with just as much care.
Edward made a play to open it and run inside, but our mother held her position, blocking him from entering.
"Move," Edward said.
"She's sleeping. Leave her be," our mother said coldly.
"What the hell did you say to her?"
"Don't you dare speak to me that way," our mother said, trying to keep her voice calm. "The both of you, how could you. Your father and I, we taught you better than that." She could not hide the hurt and the anger any longer. "Let's go downstairs. I do not want to wake that poor girl up."
"I am not leaving her up here by herself," my brother said.
"I'll send James up," I said, taking out my phone and sending him a text. Not two minutes went by and James was up here. "Don't leave her alone."
He nodded, entering the bedroom quietly.
My brother was reluctant to leave his new wife up here in their bedroom alone with another man on his wedding night, but our mother would not take no for an answer. She was angry, no, angry was not the right word. We had seen our mother angry many times, we had seen her livid many times. Right now, she had a deadly calm about her. Her body was relaxed, but her face gave her true feelings away.
We followed after her, downstairs and into the main living area where Garrett was seated. Although when he saw the three of us enter, he stood up and took his leave.
Our mother stood in the middle of the room. Her chest heaved up and down as she rubbed her fingers over her temple. My brother and I didn't say a word, we did not look at each other.
"You are both my children and I love you, but what the two of you have done, is both inexcusable and unforgivable," she said.
"Mama," I said. I had always been the one to play our mother and she may not admit it, but she always had a soft spot for me over my brother and sister.
"Don't," she warned.
'It is not what you think," I tried again.
"Do not stand there and lie to me, Anthony. I am not an idiot, do not treat me like one," she said calmly. My brother the entire time remained motionless. His face void of any emotions.
"I will not stand here and argue with the two of you. I have nothing to say to either of you. I want one of you to make an appointment with your father for me, and I do not want you telling him that I am coming."
"You know he won't see you there. You cannot go against his wishes," Edward said.
"I don't really care what he wants. Your father's wishes can be damned. You will make the booking as soon as possible or else," she warned. With that, she left my brother and me speechless.
"You go with her," my brother said.
"Why, brother? Are you afraid to face our father after you married a traitor's daughter instead of the good Italian wife you were given?" I joked. But my brother wasn't in the mood for jokes. He picked up the nearest object to him and threw it against the wall.
"All of this is your fault," he spat.
"How the fuck is this my fault?" I shot back.
'You brought her into all of this. You should have let me handle things. It was not your place to take revenge against Charles without asking me first."
"I did what you didn't have the balls to do," I said getting in his face. We stood nose to nose, neither of us willing to back down. "You are as much to blame as me. You sat back and watched me do those things to her, you did nothing to stop me. You are no better than me, you are worse. You want to blame someone brother, blame yourself," I spat.
His jaw flexed, his fists tightened at his side. I was waiting for it, waiting for him to attack me. Unlike last time, this time I expected it and I would be prepared.
He's a hypocrite. I take responsibility for the part I played in all of this. But him, he was aware of everything that was going on and he sat back and let it happen. Now that he has sprouted some sort of feelings for the little lamb, he thinks he can only blame me?
He is delusional if he thinks she will accept him. She is too afraid to refuse. Hell, we shouldn't be here today because she should still be with Victoria, or dead.
"I am going to fucking kill you," he said slowly. I stepped away from him, with a smile on my face I held my arms out wide.
"Take your best shot, brother."
~DINY~
"What the hell are you doing here? Anthony, what were you thinking?" My father said, his anger showing. His face was red and his eyes narrowed. I shrugged.
"Carlisle," my mother said, jumping into his arms. They held onto each other for the longest time. There was nothing I could do besides stand back and watch.
"What are you doing here?" my father asked.
"I needed to see you," my mother said, regaining her composure now.
"What's going on?" Dad asked, looking up at me.
"You do not talk with him Carlisle, you talk with me," my mother warned him. "Are you aware of your son's marriage last weekend? Are you aware that your son did not marry Marcello's daughter like you intended?"
"Esme," my father said, looking at her with concern.
"Did you know what your children have done?" She asked.
"Esme…"
"Answer the question, Carlisle," my mother said, raising her voice.
"Esme, this is not your place," my father tried. He knew his wife was a stubborn woman and when she wanted something, she would get it.
"Did you or did you not know that your sons were responsible for kidnapping Charles Swan's daughter?"
My father looked at me with what I can only describe as murder in his eyes. He had told me to kill Isabella, but I hadn't...Couldn't. I should have done it, it would have been for the best.
"Yes, I knew," my father said.
My mother's hand made contact with his face. The force of the slap echoed through the small courtyard. He stood there, holding onto his face. He took a moment to recover from the shock. He closed his eyes and cracked his neck. I jumped up from the bench and stood behind my mother, placing my hands on her shoulder, ready to move her out of the way at any second.
My father would never hurt his wife but, prison does things to a person and the only time I had seen him with that look in his eye, was when he was dealing with an enemy.
"How could you? How could you agree to something like that? Do you know what they have done to that poor child?"
"I am locked away in here, Esme, because of her father, because he betrayed me, betrayed us. What the fuck did you want me to do while I am stuck in here?"
"He betrayed you because of your own stupidity, because I told you not to trust him, but you didn't listen to me. He betrayed you, Carlisle, Charles did, not his daughter, not a child," my mother said, pushing her finger in my father's chest.
"There was nothing I could have done. Charles got what he deserved, Esme, although I did not agree with what our boys have done. They should have killed her.
Our son should not have married her," he stressed, running his hands through his hair.
"I think your son is in love with her," my mother said. "And I cannot allow him to be with her. They abused her, your sons, our children, put her in a...a brothel, Carlisle," she cried. "She is a child, an innocent girl who was thrown into this mess, because you made a mistake."
"Esme, please," my father begged.
"I don't know if I can forgive you for this, Carlisle. I just don't know."
My father grabbed onto my mother's shoulders and lowered his face right to hers.
"You are my wife and I love you, Esme, I love you so much. But you have overstepped your boundaries here. You need to stop this now, keep your mouth shut."
"Is that what you think, husband, that I would rat my own children out?" My mother said, pushing him away.
"They are my children, good or bad and I love them. No matter what they deserve, I will not do something like that to my son's and I cannot believe you would imply that."
"That is not what I meant," he said.
"Do not make me out to be a fool, Carlisle, I am not."
"Mr. Cullen, time," a guard opened the door to the courtyard to inform my father his time was up.
"My love," he said, looking at my mother and taking her into his arms. "You have no idea how good it was to see you, to touch you again after so long. I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too, Carlisle," my mother said, leaning into his touch.
"You do what you think is best," he told her, kissing the top of her head.
I hugged my father goodbye, it had been weeks since I had last seen him. Since my arrest in fact.
"Tell your brother, he cannot avoid me forever. I expect to see him soon or else," he said, low enough so my mother would not hear.
"You should have done what I had said many months ago and none of this would have happened."
"I think things turned out well, don't you think? Did you not hear about Charles suicide?" I smirked.
"You made a stupid mistake, both you and your brother."
"I made the right decision," I said, walking away.