Confession 4

The Confession of Edward Masen

I never liked Carlisle Cullen, and he never liked me. He was jealous of my friendship with Esme. Even though we were not physical, she adored me, and thought of me as a son.

Carlisle did not trust me, perhaps with good reason. I didn’t drop out of Dartmouth last year. I was kicked out for drug possession, and trying to sell to an undercover police officer. I was arrested and served a short jail sentence. When I got out I headed west.

I was doing just fine for myself here. Esme had me enrolled in a local college, and that librarian Bella was so wrapped around my finger that she was doing all the work for me.

Carlisle, however, tried to ruin everything for me. He managed to run a background check, and discovered my arrest. As fate would have it, Carlisle confronted me just as I was searching through his files, trying to find something that would help me financially. Everyone has secrets.

Carlisle was enraged, and tried to call the police. I couldn’t have Charlie Swan sticking his nose outhere, so as soon as he turned around to pick up the phone, I grabbed a candlestick from the mantle and hit him over the head. I dumped Carlisle’s body into Volturi Lake, but I should have weighed him down better. His body surfaced a few weeks later.

I cleaned the murder weapon really well, and gave it to Bella as a birthday present.

If Esme had found out that I killed her husband, I would have killed her too.

Rosalie Hale and I were in the Rose Garden fooling around around 5:30, she is a desperate broad. Either one of us could have found the corkscrew. But it wasn’t me, and that’s my word on it. Besides, I was unconscious when Esme was killed. I had been working on the wiring short in the wine vault when I was electrocuted and passed out. Rosalie can vouch for that. There is no way that I could have killed Esme Cullen.