Twilight Fanfic Tear-Jerker. It's been about fifty years since the Cullen's separated and left Forks. Now they are returning to their old home to live as a family again. But something has changed. A mystery seems to unravel before their own eyes. Th...
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CHRISTOPHER'S GOODBYE
I found Christopher asleep on his small bed when I returned. I blew out his candle and then lit a small lantern by my work desk. I had much paperwork to locate, create and prepare for when I was gone.
I had accumulated a ridiculous amount of money throughout the years. Helena had refused large houses, expensive clothing, servants...anything that might cause somebody to take notice. She was simply scared that we'd be discovered by someone...someone who could take the news of us back to the Volturi and cause a break in her mental barrier wall.
So many things suddenly became so obviously clear to me now; I couldn't believe how stupid I had been. I had just completed the paperwork, when Christopher entered my bedroom, rubbing his eyes at the lantern light.
Christopher was used to either Helena singing him to sleep, or me reading a story. "It's much too late for a story, my love," I said to him gently.
"Daddy, will you just lay down with me until I go to back to sleep?" he softly requested.
"You can stay in here with me," I told him.
I gently lay Christopher down on our bed and covered him with the covers. Then I quickly changed into my nightshirt and lay down beside him. I let him snuggle against me and soon the room was filled with Christopher's soft silent snores.
I was already dressed and had his things packed when Christopher arose the next morning. I'd found his favorite toy on his bed abandoned when he came to me last night. Well, really his only toy besides a few tops that I'd given him for Christmas. The toy was a little bear that Helena had made from my old socks and stockings. I hung my head in shame at the few possessions my child had. All that damned money... it was downright shameful. My own childhood had been filled with possessions that I had often ignored.
I would make it up to Christopher...he'd be rich; he'd have money to burn, before I was finished! I fed Christopher a bit of porridge that I had quickly prepared. I couldn't help but notice the faces my son made as he sat on the floor spooning the porridge into his mouth.
"Is there no butter or sugar, Daddy?" he asked me.
Actually I had no idea. Helena usually purchased our milk and had made the butter herself. I'd used the rest of the milk in the porridge. The spice drawer was locked, but I easily forced it open and saw it was bare. Of course there was no sugar in the damn house! Far be it from me to actually take care of my own son properly and do something right! Sugar was expensive and Helena only bought it sparingly especially since I cared nothing for it, besides she said it was bad for Christopher.
"That's all Daddy has my little one... Please forgive me?" I begged.
Seeing how upset I was, Christopher swallowed the rest of his porridge like medicine, smacking his dry lips as he finished.
"Of course!" I said aloud, "I'm such a damned idiot!" I smacked my head so loud the house vibrated for a second. I immediately went to the cold shelf and took a pitcher of water and filled Christopher's little blue cup. He drank so quickly and thirstily that I quickly filled it again.
As Christopher sipped at his water, I quickly dressed him and told him that I was taking him somewhere safe to stay a while. He looked back at me horrorstruck.
"Don't worry my beloved, "I comforted him, "you'll be safe there and you can have anything you want until Daddy gets back with Mummy." That seemed to satisfy him for the time being.
I had dressed in my finest that day, I reached over and grabbed Christopher's small bag containing his clothes and his treasured sock bear.
"Are you ready to leave?" I asked him.
"Don't forget my cup!" he said.
"You don't need your cup, sweetheart...where you're going you'll have all the cups you can imagine...maybe even a silver one!" I said earnestly.
Christopher stared at his small blue cup; he'd used it as soon as he'd learned to drink.
"No Daddy... I want this one," he pleaded.
I placed the blue cup inside Christopher's small bag, then I scooped him up and we were off.
