Chapter 16-Realization and Escape

Chapter 16

Realization and Escape

"Edward?" asked his mother, coming down the stairs. "Your up early." Her son gave no reply, but stared out the window, his hand supporting his weary head covering the tangled mess of bronze hair. "Edward," his mother whispered cautiously,"where is Giselle?...Edward?" she repeated. "Edward!"

"Esme?" Emmett asked, emerging from his room, his golden hair wife by his side. She rubbed her eyes, as if she had been sleeping, and pulled the silk string tighter that held up her robe tighter around her waist.

"Where. Is. Giselle!" Esme repeated to her pale son, her eyes frantic with worry. Carlisle emerged from his office, as did Jasper from his room. Talia and Alice emerged. (Alice continued sleeping with Talia to make up for the heart break. They were engaged and Alice was not happy about the union, but was putting up with it.)

"Where is she, Edward? Please tell me..." Esme looked like she would cry if it was possible. She was on her knees. Edward looked at her for the first time.

"Gone," he whispered, his voice hoarse and broken.

"What?" Carlisle breathed. Rosalie was staring daggers at her brother.

"Where is she, Edward? Where did she go? Why did she go? Edward, damn it, answer me you bastard!" Rosalie was there, her hands at his throat, and Edward didn't even try to push her away. Emmett quickly stepped next to his bride and pried her off the bronzen-haired vampire. Esme stayed by their feet, sobbing, knowing that if Giselle left, she wouldn't be coming back.

"Why is she gone?" Rosalie sneered.

"You know something Rose?" Edward said,"You are ugly when you're angry."

This time Rose and Emmett both charged, causing Carlisle and Jasper to intervene.

"Edward," Carlisle said, holding back Rosalie with difficulty,"I don't know why you saying things you don't mean but I do know this: you do know why Giselle is gone. You must tell us, Edward. No matter how horrid it is. She did not only belong to you. Please."

     Edward sighed, and didn't take his eyes off the greenery outside.

"We were...together, you all knew that. Apparently thought on the relationship weren't mutual. She left. Just couldn't stand to be with me anymore. Apparently, it's not an uncommon thought." He stared at his family, and he stared at his little daughter, who had climbed down the stairs. She was old enough to be a grandmother, but only looked 13. He had truthfully cursed his daughter by letting her exist. And his son? What of him? Did he suffer the same? Had a nomad found him? Had anyone? A son. His son. Heathcliff and Isabella...Linton...Edward Jacob. "Oh my God..." Edward breathed.

Esme looked up. "You've figured something out," she whispered.

Edward stood, and starting grabbing anything he could find. "Before Giselle left, she made an analogy, saying I was Heathcliff and she Isabella. She said since she was Isabella, she needed to do her job."

Carlisle inserted himself. "Isabella Linton was in love with Heathcliff, but Heathcliff only married her to upset her brother."

"But think!" Edward said.

"Isabella left...."

"And had a son!" Edward yelled.

"She's pregnant?" Jasper asked.

"No," Edward said. "I definitely would've notice that. Guys...

She's on her way to look for Edward Jacob."