Hello everyone! I'd like to apologize for the long delay between the last chapter and this one. My attention was absolutely required at home and I was unable to concentrate on writing at all. I'm still getting back into the groove of things so please don't expect weekly updates like before. God willing, I won't go for months without updating. I can guarantee that I will finish all of my stories and I have more to post as soon as they are completed. Going forward, I'll only post a maximum of two stories at once though. An important lesson I learned in my time off is that sometimes life brings in unexpected events which can only make us stronger. Thank you all for the encouraging messages, reviews, and especially for your patience. I truly appreciate each and every one of you. Without further ado, I present to you chapter 35 of You'll Find What You're Looking For At Walmart.
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I was hunting alone in the woods when, suddenly, the team sent to La Push disappeared from my visions. I knew, then, that something had happened to them. No matter how far into the future I searched, I couldn't see them anymore. This could only mean that they were dead.
I couldn't return to the main house with this vision. I needed to keep my head if I were going to avenge my mate's death. With that in mind, I slumped down to the forest floor so I could think. I needed a plan. A good plan so I could escape.
It came to me that if everyone's existence was coming to an end in La Push, the place was most likely a death trap. The Quileute wolves must have become more powerful somehow. This was a place that I didn't want to approach no matter what. However, those cretins knew the identity of the one who ended my mate's existence. I needed to find the answer because the animal who took her from me needed to learn what it was like to exist without his loved one.
I sat, pondered, and sifted through my visions for hours before a plausible outcome came to me. I made sure to think continuously about the idea because Edward would surely search my thoughts upon my return. I fed on a buck then steeled my resolve before walking into the house. I was doing this all for my darling, Charlotte. For her, I was willing to give everything up. Sacrifices would have to be made for my mate's sake.
"Alice, I trust you had a good hunt?" Carlisle asked me. I noticed that Edward wasn't in the house.
"Yes, I was able to clear my mind."
"Excellent! Why don't you bathe then come and meet me in the playroom. I think you've earned a release."
"I'm looking forward to it," I told him.
I turned the shower on to disguise the noise and packed only my important documents and cash into my Hermes Birken bag along with a change of clothes, a photo of my dear Charlotte, along with a pair of her panties that still retained her scent.
I stripped my clothes off after making sure that everything was in order and hopped into the shower to bathe the grime from the hunt off of me. Afterwards, I carefully dressed myself in lingerie that would please Carlisle and a pair of stilettos before walking down to the playroom. I'd have to endure one last session with him. The sessions have become more and more painful for me without Charlotte in my life. The pain in my chest from the loss was outrageous. Fortunately, Edward and Carlisle both thought that the pain I was feeling was from being apart from Branleur. Edward had the nerve to claim that he was above feeling pain from being apart from my Charlotte because he was so enlightened, but I knew that his mating bond had been fabricated by Branleur so I knew that the idiot was lying. He was so full of himself.
I also knew from my visions that Edward had his own agenda concerning this mission. He planned on seizing control of a good chunk of the finances and disappearing with Chelsea. I'd been feeding him false visions of her because the Volturi had her well covered with a shield. I couldn't see her at all, but with her mate being a shield there was no way that he wouldn't keep her covered. If I were a shield, I would have kept Charlotte covered at all times so I didn't blame Afton at all.
A couple of hours later, Carlisle was done with his session with me. I had to grit my teeth through the entire scene, but I did it for Charlotte and Charlotte alone. I kept my thoughts to the back recesses of my mind so Edward couldn't see anything in case he came home.
I took a shower to rid myself of Carlisle's scent and put my mind back on the false vision that I had concocted. Edward came home in the middle of my vision and apparently read my mind because, by the time I was through with my shower, Carlisle was urging me, Edward, Fatima, and Georg to make our way to La Push. We immediately set off. Hopefully, my plan would work.
It didn't take us long to arrive in Forks. We ran towards our house there, but when we were in the center of town, I showed Edward another false vision.
"Go, I can handle it Alice. You need to inform Carlisle in person of this new development. I'll bring my Charlotte and your Branleur back to safety."
"Thank you, Edward. Will you, Fatima, and Georg be okay?"
"Alice—Fatima and I are highly gifted and Georg has sheer brute strength. Those ridiculous wolves have no chance against the three of us. Of course we'll be fine."
"Good luck." I smiled sweetly at them. I knew that this was the last time I'd ever see them, but I didn't care. After that, I ran to Newton's Olympic Outfitters to purchase a waterproof backpack. Mike Newton remembered me and tried to make small talk. I didn't have time to chat or even to wait for my change so I disappeared while he was still fiddling with the cash register. From there, I took my entire Birken bag, sealed it tight in the waterproof backpack, and ran to the Hoh Reservation where I dove into the ocean at Ruby Beach and started swimming at top speed.
We approached the house in Forks, but the entire place was felled to the ground. There was nothing, but an empty lot, the tunnel, and my Volvo sitting in what used to be the garage.
"Come on!" I ordered Fatima and Georg. I hopped into my car, the keys were still inside. I started the engine and it sputtered to a start when it should have been purring. This was odd, I knew for a fact that I left the car in perfect condition. I checked the mileage, it didn't really deviate much from where I had left it. I knew that some of my family members had used the car on some of their day trips to the area. Perhaps the car was finicky because I had left it for so long.
I backed out onto the road when, suddenly, the car was airborne and we were hurled into a tree at top speed. I was stunned. The three of us climbed out of the now mangled car and realized that we were surrounded by—not wolves, but vampires. Three were familiar—Peter and Jasper Whitlock, as well as Felix Volturi. The others were not familiar to me at all. There were some vampires of the American Indian variety and others of Hispanic descent, but I'd never seen them before. In all, there were ten vampires. I'd have to inform Carlisle of this new development.
Fatima instantly started using her lure on the male vampires. This was going to be so easy. All Georg and I had to do was wait around for her to lure these men in...and...wait...wait...what's going on?
One of the Hispanic males stalked directly up to Fatima and gazed into her eyes. "Mire en mis ojos, guapa," he breathed, commanding her to look into his eyes. Fatima immediately complied and turned her attention to him. Obviously he had some sort of gift because she was seductively peeling her clothes off while licking her lips. Now, she was purring at him and her arousal for him was permeating the air.
Georg moved to tear the smoldering Latin man away from Fatima, but Jasper stepped in and hurled him into the wreckage of the Volvo. Georg went immediately into a fighting stance, but Jasper was too quick for him. He flipped Georg over his head and sent him careening right into me. We both went sliding on the forest floor and landed together into a tree, felling it.
Georg and I both got into crouched positions, ready to take these vampires on. Georg and Jasper started sparring while I took on Peter Whitlock.
Felix Volturi suddenly appeared in front of Georg. He winked at Jasper and suddenly, the two started working in tandem against Georg who still seemed to be holding his own. I turned to my own battle. I was still fighting Peter Whitlock. "Peter, I understand how upset you must be about my taking your Charlotte from you, but please be reasonable," I stated.
"Hey, I don't give a fuck about that whore, but I do care about the shit you tried to pull on my mate. That's right, Eddie. My mate. You know her, don't you? You lusted after her blood, didn't you?"
"That was before you ruined her! You tainted Isabella! She was the model of female perfection until you touched her!"
"Um, sorry, Eddie." Jacob Black suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "I'm the one that popped her cherry." He had the nerve to smirk at me.
I roared in outrage! "You defiled her! You took that which didn't belong to you."
"I don't know about that, she was pretty willing. It was a long time ago though. Pete's okay with it. Aren't you, buddy?"
"Hell, yeah, I'm fine with it. I can't help that you knew her before I did. I would have popped her cherry if I had a chance to, too."
"She was supposed to be mine!" I spat.
"Uh-huh, sure she was. That's why she's with Pete now," Jacob taunted. "Oh, and she did mention that I was hotter than you were."
"You are hotter than Edward is, Jake." Peter wagged his eyebrows at him. I took a look at Georg, he was being ripped apart by Jasper, Felix, and another vampire of Native American descent. I looked over to where Fatima was and all that remained were smoldering ashes where she previously stood. I realized that I was alone now.
I hopped into a tree, jumped down from it as far as I could, and started running at top speed towards the center of town. I was just at the border of the forest when I realized that I was being followed. Someone was quickly gaining speed on me, which was a tough thing to do because I was fast.
I quickly changed directions and veered to my left towards La Push. Two minutes into my run, I heard the most beautiful melody. It was a wondrous tune so fraught with emotion. I found myself racing towards the sound, desperate to discover the owner of the awe inspiring voice. I ran over the La Push border and found myself at the beach. Two stunning women, one Hispanic and one of Native American descent, both vampires were standing on the beach singing together. I approached them slowly with a smile on my face.
"You have beautiful voices," I whispered to them. "My name is Edward Cullen. What are your names?"
"I'm Rebecca," the Native American woman replied with an intoxicating smile on her face. I'd never seen such a beautiful woman in my life until I looked to my right and saw the most breathtaking woman I'd ever laid eyes on.
"And I'm Maria. Welcome, Edward Cullen," the Hispanic woman cooed seductively before ripping me apart into pieces. The last thing I heard before everything went dark was her ordering, "Jasper, knock the little peon out!" in a shrill voice.
I don't know how long it had been since I had been rendered unconscious. I startled awake to find myself in a room which had very recently been cleaned. The smell of medical grade disinfectants was overwhelming.
I opened my eyes and looked around, but I had no idea where I was. I tried to get to my feet, but I was unable to. My arms and legs were missing and they were, most certainly, not in this room. My captors weren't taking any chances. My torso was propped up on a chair, the back against the wall.
The door suddenly crept open. Inside walked several males who pulled up chairs and sat directly in front of me. When I looked up, I realized that Caius and Marcus Volturi, Peter Whitlock, Garrett Adams, Jasper Whitlock, Eleazar Denali, an unknown blonde male vampire, two Quileute men that I was unable to identify, the wolf—Sam Uley, and an unknown brunette male that didn't seem quite human were all piercing me with their gazes.
The door opened and closed one more time and this time, someone who I'd never imagined I'd see again spoke to me. "Hello, Edward," Charlie Swan greeted with the deadliest scowl that I had ever encountered on anyone's face. "You've been a very naughty boy."
Bella's father was a vampire. He was angry. He was feral. And I knew for certain that this was my last day on this earth.
Still, I had to do what I could to survive. If there was an opening, I needed to take it. I tried in vain to search the minds of these men, but I realized that their minds were silent to me. At this point, I would have done anything to hear one thought, anything.
"Having trouble with your gift, Edward?" Jasper asked.
"I...I...if you could just open your minds to me..." I suggested.
"Ain't happening, Eddie."
"This can hardly be construed as fair—there are eleven of you versus one of me."
"Heh heh, life isn't fair, Eddie," Garrett Adams informed me.
"We're going to make this easy for you, boy," an older Quileute man said. "You're going to answer our questions, all of them, truthfully and honestly. That's your only task."
"Excuse me, who are you?" He looked familiar to me. "Have we met before."
"Yes, we have. My name is Quil Ateara the Second. I met you a few times in 1935 during your first stay in Forks." My eyes bulged at this information. "Surprised? Vampires are not the only immortal beings that walk this earth."
"Why have you formed an alliance with these vampires?"
"Edward, Edward, still a little boy I see. Why shouldn't we have? When a group of vampires threaten our very existence and, more importantly, that of my niece—we must take action. You didn't think that you and Carlisle would get away with what you were planning, did you?"
"Oh, so arrogant you are, Edward."
"Who is your niece? I never threatened your niece. I don't even know who she is."
"Does the name Isabella Marie Swan ring a bell?"
"Impossible, Isabella is white."
"Yes, she is, but she is still my niece through marriage."
"You fucked with the wrong human this time, Cullen," Sam Uley growled. "I bet you didn't realize that she was so well connected."
"But...but why are the Volturi here?"
"The who?" Charlie Swan asked.
"Why are Marcus and Caius Volturi here?"
"Marcus and Caius are my sons—for all intents and purposes. You know how that works, don't you?"
"You fucked with my sister meaning you fucked with me," Caius added. "I don't take too kindly to anyone messing with Bella."
"Bella's an only child, she doesn't have any siblings."
"Watch your language!" Caius slapped me across the face. "Bella's my sister. You have a sister. Her name is Alice. Where is she anyway?"
"I don't...I don't know."
"Did she disappear? Because we know that she's not back in Oregon with your...um...father."
"I don't know! Alice had a vision requiring her to turn around and return to Oregon because Carlisle's and Stefan's life was in danger. I...I...I can't say anymore...I've said too much."
The young, unknown, blonde male vampire started cackling. "This is where you're wrong, Edward. He swiped his hand behind my ear and whispered, "You will tell us everything you know because today is your judgment day. How you choose to go into the afterlife is your choice."
I thought hard about what he said and realized that this man was correct. Carlisle's plan was now a mute point as far as I was concerned. I was going to die anyway. The only person that could offer me some semblance of salvation was God and, for that to happen, I had to do the right thing. I had to tell the truth.
I lifted my head up and gazed into their eyes before I started telling everyone my life story.
"I was first changed by Carlisle Cullen in 1918 at the age of seventeen. As you are well aware, I was suffering from the Spanish Influenza and was on the precipice of death. Carlisle Cullen changed me, not because my mother begged him to, but because Alice had seen that I would have a valuable gift. When I awoke, I was in complete awe of Carlisle. He was so sure of himself, so kind, so attentive—so unlike my own father who never doted upon me. I was indoctrinated into his family and, upon gaining control, we traveled to Romania where I was introduced to Stefan and Vladimir. They spoke extensively of a New World Order where men and vampires were in charge and I immediately jumped on board with their plan because...well, I was only seventeen and didn't know any better."
"And now, Edward?" Jasper asked.
I ran through all of my memories, human and vampire and realized how different my vampire existence was from my human one. "My mother would be ashamed of me. I was a good, obedient son and happy. Sure, my father barely paid attention to me because he was always busy with work as an attorney, but Mother made my life happy. She was attentive, she cared about me, and she'd always take me on excursions so I could see the city. Mother also taught me how to play piano. She loved music and passed on her gift to me. On Sundays, without fail, Mother and I would always attend church together and I believed in God. I believed in God until the day I was reborn as a vampire."
After a pause, I continued with my story, "At that point, I knew that I had become soulless. The only thing that I wanted was blood—and Mother. I missed her so much. But I knew that she had died and gone to heaven while I was subjected to life alone on this wretched earth. I had Carlisle and Alice who nurtured me, but they had their own ulterior motives. I learned this when I was introduced to Stefan and Vladimir and told that they were my masters. I was praised for my gift of mindreading and told that I had the capability to advance in the ranks and become a great leader. I was so proud of being praised that I vowed to fully immerse myself in their vision of a new world. I used my gift for their benefit. I spied on the Volturi. I spied on Amun. I spied on Stefan and Vladimir for Carlisle. I spied on wealthy humans, then stole from them. I did the same with wealthy vampires. My gift earned me accolades and I lived on the praise. I craved it. Mother would be so proud I thought. But now that I think of it, there's no way she'd be proud. Mother was a devout Christian and she had raised me as one. I had turned into a criminal, a sinner. I was just a run of the mill white collar criminal. Mother would be so disappointed in me. And God. God would be disappointed as well. What have I done? Oh God! Today is my judgment day and...and...Mother...Mother is up there judging me and...dear God...I'm never going to see Mother again!"
I started shaking. Fear wracked my body at the thought of never seeing my mother again. I was a bad boy. I took all of the values that my mother instilled in me and threw them out the window.
"You're frightened, Edward. What about? You've made your bed, now you have to lie in it. Are you afraid?"
"What about all of the innocents that you murdered when you were with Maria?" I asked him. I knew that he'd done a lot worse than I have. Maybe I still had a chance.
"I'll be judged on the whole of my actions on earth when I go out, not just on one period of my life."
"How do you know, though? How do you know what God will judge you on?"
"I don't know, Edward. What I do know is that I'm willing to accept whatever consequence he's going to dish out because I'll know that he'll be justified. I sinned on earth and I'm going to have to pay for those sins, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to be self destructive and continue going down the wrong path."
"You've done a lot worse than I have, Jasper."
"Has he really, Edward?" Charlie Swan asked me. "Because Jasper's sins were committed decades ago and he was being coerced, threatened, and manipulated into committing those sins. You, however, had ample time to change your behavior, but you continued to act selfishly without regard to the feelings of others."
"I went on one killing spree during my two rebellious years, that's it. I was a vigilante too. I only killed those that would harm others. Jasper culled innocent vampires because their time was up as newborns," I argued.
"Killing isn't the only sin, Edward. What about all of the money you stole and were still attempting to steal from other vampires? What about the way you treated Bella? What about the vile pornographic photos you took of her while she was sleeping? What about the way you assisted Carlisle Cullen in marrying her off to him? Or how you thought nothing of selling her, Tanya, and Rose to Stefan, Vladimir, and Joham? Or how you tried to covet another man's mate? And no, I don't mean Charlotte, Edward. I'm talking about Chelsea. She is Afton's mate, not yours. And what about how you thought nothing of assassinating the entire Quileute Nation?"
"The Quileute's aren't people, they're animals. They morph into vicious animals that..."
A fist impacted with my mouth before I could complete another word. Two of my teeth dropped onto the ground and I swallowed another one. I looked up to see Peter Whitlock and Sam Uley holding onto my attacker, Caius Volturi. He was snarling at me, venom dripping from his mouth. I couldn't understand what I did to instigate such violence. And why was Caius Volturi upset by my stating a fact about the Quileutes? It's almost as if he was defending him. Carlisle has always maintained that Caius Volturi detested wolves. Why? Why was he defending them all of a sudden?
"Are you trying to justify your actions to God or to yourself, Edward? Because making comparisons between your own actions and those of others isn't earning you any favors." Sam Uley's fierce eyes penetrated mine.
"Who the hell do you think you are to lecture me? You're just a creature who turns into a vicious dog. You're a mere animal with no ability to rationalize and think. You have no right to even..." I suddenly had a thought that had grated on my nerves since I found out about it. "I can't believe that Bella Swan gave herself to one of you lot. I'm glad that she's mated to you Peter, I never realized how much of a harlot she was. A slattern. She deserves a lowlife like you after giving herself over to a dog. She's not good enough to..."
Edward Cullen's eyes widened in fear as Peter and I released our holds on Caius. Before he could even finish his sentence, I phased into wolf form, unable to control my temper. My jaws clamped around Cullen's neck and I dragged him out deep into the forest. My mind was filled with rage after hearing what he had to say. How dare he insult my tribe! How dare he insult Bella after everything he's done to her!
My mind trailed back to the night that I found her in the woods after Cullen had abandoned her there so callously. I had been combing the woods like a madman along with Paul and Jared. All three of us were intent on finding Bella. I was finally able to scent her out, she was collapsed in near freezing temperatures soaked to the bone after having followed the prick in the rain. Rage overtook my body and I had to take a few deep breaths before approaching Bella. I picked her up and cradled her to my chest to keep her warm. I rocked her back and forth to try to get her circulation going, but she was cold—almost frozen, like ice. I started crying, I'd known Bella since we were toddlers. I'd protected her from her wretched mother since then and I felt terrible for not having done enough to protect her from the Cullens. I remember promising her that the Cullens wouldn't hurt her anymore and vowing to kill all of them before running her out of the forest and straight to Charlie.
Enraged by the memory, I flung Edward into a tree. He was given a swift kick by a venemous Caius, who had apparently been following me, and landed at my feet. To my side, Peter had started a fire. I looked down at Edward who was staring at me with fear in his eyes. Fear for his life, I imagine, or perhaps whatever consequences lay ahead of him. Without arms or legs, the boy was defenseless. It wouldn't give me any satisfaction whatsoever to beat him senseless unless he had the capability to fight back. Rather, I phased back to human form, took what remained of his body, and flung him into the blaze. Peter, Caius, and I stoically watched as purple smoke billowed from the pyre and Edward Cullen, unceremoniously, became no more.
The three of us returned to the cabin where everyone else was waiting.
"Where is he?" Jasper asked.
"Gone," I replied simply.
"Couldn't you keep hold of your temper a bit more until we finished questioning him?"
"Yeah, but he had a wealth of information. He..."
"He what, Jasper? Did you hear the asshole? He only felt sorry for himself. He didn't take any responsibility for any of his actions on earth. Did you even listen to what he said about Bella? You look me in the eyes and tell me if you could have handled it if you were in my shoes! What if he said that crap about Vicky?" Peter questioned furiously.
"So the three of you just went and lost your temper and killed him? I would have had more control."
"Bullshit! Don't fucking lie to him, Jasper. You would have destroyed him the moment your mate's name crossed his lips! This isn't the military, we're just a bunch of good guys trying to protect what we hold dear from evil. That's all! None of us are perfect!" Garrett snapped.
Jasper glared at us before his expression softened and he sighed. "You're right, Garrett. I wanted to kill him too. I just...I just want this to end. This is crazy! Who in their right mind comes up with the kind of crap they've been pulling?"
Uncle Quil joined in the conversation. "Evil, Jasper. Evil. The Cullens, they're not in their right mind and neither are the Romanians. World domination...that's not exactly something many of us aspire to...think of the dictators in the past that have wreaked havoc in the world. Adolf Hitler. Saddam Hussein. James Cameron."
"James Cameron?" we all asked Uncle Quil.
"I saw no reason to take Titanic and make it into a 3D film, okay? Do you realize how many times Aunt Molly made me watch that sopfest? And what kind of selfish chick makes the guy who saved her life hang onto her hand in freezing cold water while she lounged on a door with a whistle in her mouth? We all know that there was enough room on that damned door for two! They could have kept each other warm using body heat!" Uncle Quil had a wild expression on his face. "But that's neither here nor there, the point is...all of the dictators of the world weren't in their right mind and we can't depend on any information that comes out of their mouths. Edward Cullen had no reason to tell us the truth about anything, he knew that he was going to die."
"He's got a good point," Charlie intervened. "Besides, we need to be more concerned with this supposed vision that Alice had. Where is she and what the hell is she planning?"
"Fuck!" Jasper snapped. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"That's a very profound statement, Jasper. Care to explain," Marcus prompted.
"We killed her mate. We killed Charlotte! My instinct tells me that she's gone off of the deep end. She probably is out looking for vengeance. She's probably gone rogue."
Demetri, Embry, Luca, Chelsea, and Afton came barreling into the cabin.
"We've lost Alice Cullen," Demetri moaned.
"How?" Charlie asked.
"The five of us had separated and she managed to evade us while we were all chasing Edward Cullen from different directions. We just tracked her scent to Ruby Beach. It appears she dove into the ocean and started swimming. I can easily track her since I know her essence."
"Alright, so Alice Cullen is a loose cannon. Let's get back to the lodge and regroup," Charlie suggested. "We need to discuss this rationally. I think it's best we hold off on tracking her because, at this point, we have no idea what we'll encounter once we find her."
With that, everyone started making their way back to the reservation. I was about to do the same when I felt a strong hand stop me in my tracks. "Hang back here for a second, Samuel. I want to talk to you."
"Uncle Quil?" I questioned, wondering what he needed to speak to me about.
"I wanted to make sure that you're okay. You took someone's life today, Samuel. No matter how much of a low life the bastard was, it can't be an easy thing to do."
"No, but I didn't make him suffer—not really. He never suffered as much as Bella did as a child."
"Nor as you did, Samuel. Sure, you weren't abused as a child, but it was difficult for you, extremely difficult, having been abandoned by your father. You were always needing to prove yourself. I think you were hell bent on proving that you could be the man of the house, a protector, even if you desperately needed a father yourself. I remember how you always protected those smaller than you, weaker than you—like Bella and Embry. You were always their protector from the time you were barely out of diapers yourself."
"They needed me."
"You needed each other. None of you would have survived your childhoods without each other."
"Why are we having this conversation?"
"I'm here for you, Samuel...even if Josh is back, I'm here for you."
"You've always been here for me," I told him before breaking down in Uncle Quil's arms. Somehow the wise man, who'd always been like a father to me, had known that murdering someone in cold blood—even if that someone deserved to die, was bothering me.
"The difference between good and evil is that good always has a conscience. You think before you do because you have a conscience and you think after you do because of it too." He sighed before speaking again, "I will always be here for you, Samuel."
And I realized that, although I grew up without a father, I'd always had a father figure to guide me, to give me advice, to do all those fatherly things with me like teaching me how to play football, teaching me how to drive, or giving me the loudest applause at my high school graduation. Uncle Quil had always been that man—providing quiet guidance for me as I grew up, as Embry grew up. He had stepped into the role in an unassuming way, without any qualms, into the position abandoned by Josh Uley. And now Josh was back.
"How am I supposed to deal with Josh?" I asked.
"You take steps to rebuild your relationship with him—you and Embry together. You care for his two sons—your brothers, get to know them, be there for them. That's all you need to do, Samuel."
"I can't look upon Josh Uley as my father."
"But you can get to know him."
"Yeah." I looked up at Uncle Quil. "Thank you. Thank you for always being there for me."
"It was and always will be my pleasure, son. Let's get back to the lodge." He smiled warmly then put a reassuring arm around my shoulder. "I shudder to think about a confined Aro. He must be wreaking all sorts of havoc in the tribal lodge."
Moments later, we arrived back at the tribal lodge to find Aro leading the kids in a rousing singalong to songs from Sound of Music. He was doing his best to keep the children's minds off of the chaos outside of the reservation. Bella was sitting off to the side, correcting papers with Peter patiently observing her from the corner of the room. It truly warmed my heart to see her in such a loving relationship. That's what Bella needed her entire life. So much of her childhood was filled with tragedy and she, of all people, deserved to have an upstanding guy like Peter love and care for her without any outside threats.
I glanced to the side and saw Charlie give Sue a peck on the lips and Uncle Quil approach Aunt Molly to give her a hug. Felix was sitting and watching the kids with Leah cuddled on his lap. My own Emily came up to me and wrapped her arms around me.
"Is everything okay, Sam?" she asked.
"It will be. I'll make sure of it," I replied. It had to make everything okay. I looked around me and looked up on the stage and realized what we were all fighting for—love. And love was something that was worth fighting for.
What can Alice Cullen be possibly be up to? Are you afraid for the gang in La Push? Did you like how the gang used their gifts to take out Fatima and Georg? What are your thoughts on Edward Cullen? Do you think that he should have been pumped for more information or can you understand why Sam, Caius, and Peter lost it and got rid of him? What are your thoughts on Sam? Let me know your thoughts and I'll write back. I truly hope you enjoyed this chapter because I had an outstanding time writing it. XOXO mama4dukes