A/N: Happy thanksgiving! I finished this chapter last night, but forgot to post it, so here you go!
This chapter is dedicated to:
TWILIGHTXFANX - The first one to figure out who the guy at the door was.
GHETTO GOAT - Who also figured it out, about a half hour later.
You guys rock =]
This is a really short chapter. I just wanted to put this up.
"Who's at the door?" Emmett asked Alice after Esme left.
"How should I know?" Alice replied, "I didn't invite anyone over."
"I'll go see." I volunteered.
Emmett came with me, draping his arm over my shoulder.
I opened the gigantic front door, revealing a man, probably about my parent's age.
"Are you Mary?" he asked, rather surprised.
"No." I replied. If he didn't know who Alice was, let alone what people even called her, then why did he want to see her?
I opened my mouth to ask him, before Emmett interrupted.
"Aren't you the salesman from earlier?" Emmett asked the man.
"No, I'm not a salesman. My name is Robert Brandon," the man said, holding his hand out to Emmett.
Emmett shook it reluctantly, "I don't mean to be rude, but should that name mean something to me?"
"Probably not. May I ask who you are?" he asked.
"Only if I can ask why you're here?" Emmett replied.
"Of course. I am here to see Mary."
"Do you even know her?" I asked, "Nobody even calls her Mary."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't seen her since.. nevermind." he said, with a sad tone under his voice, "May I please talk to her?"
"Why? Why can't you tell me?" Emmett asked.
"It's rather.. err.. personal."
"She's my sister, if you can say it to her, then you can say it to me." Emmett persisted.
"Uh, yeah. Did I not just say that?"
"So, you're Edward?" he asked.
"What? Not even. I'm Emmett. And who are you to be asking for people you don't know?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't know she had another brother. I haven't seen her in quite a while. Could you please bring her to the door?" the man asked. It surprised me though, that he was so intent on seeing her, but didn't seem to be losing patience with Emmett.
"Fine, but we're staying here. If you can say something to her, you can say it to us too." Emmett said, and went to get Alice.
The man nodded, and then acknowledged me for the first time.
"And you are?" he asked, very politely, I might add.
"Rosalie." I answered point-blank.
Alice walked up next to me, with Bella and Emmett shortly following.
"Mary?" he asked, looking down at Alice, who's small hand was now resting on my shoulder.
"No. My name is Alice," she corrected, "Don't call me Mary."
"Alright, Alice, then. I.. need to tell you something," he said, looking rather nervous.
"Go on.." she said, rather quietly.
"My name is Robert Brandon, and I am not a salesman. I... I am your father."
I heard Alice gasp, as her tiny hand fell off my shoulder. Emmett's arm stiffened, and Bella was just staring in shock.
"M- You're- W- My father?" she stuttered out, finally finding words.
The man nodded.
My father!? My dad!?
I knew I was adopted, but I always believed my parents were.. well, dead.
My heart was beating erratically, I was meeting the man who gave me life.
I couldn't help but let a smile form on my lips.
But, the next words he said, my good mood had crumbled down.
And I'm pretty sure my heart shattered.
"I have come to take custody of you."
I slammed the door in his face, right at that moment.
I started sobbing.
What else could I do? This was the only family I've ever known.
A/N: So? What did you think? Sad, right?
Well, this story is taking a bit of a darker turn.
Nothing too bad, this is actually the worst part for now.
For this sub-plot part at least.
But, review, okay? I don't even have half of my alerters reviewing, and it's kind of sad.