A Father and Confliction || Closed RP.
Ever since tending to Marissa at the hospital, Carlisle had been a mess of confusion. The wounds she had suffered, the marks on her body. They were all signs of abuse but he knew it wasn't that. His son's lifestyle was something the doctor never approved of and could never fully understand, though he had no say in that matter anymore, Edward was his own man now, fully grown and of a mature age, he was no longer that little boy who would run around the house with his action figure fighting each other in some epic battle, he was no longer the teenage boy who Carlisle could slap a curfew on for being late home.
Edward's home certainly was extravagant, though it didn't feel like a home. It seemed as if it was more for show, bright green grass that had been cut into perfection, flower bushes that fell in color order, the driveway was clean, not dirt or garbage lingered. No, everything was perfect. Even the staff, when Carlisle drove to the front gates waiting for entry, Jared came over with hair cut and styled as if he was right out a magazine, pearly white teeth with a Hollywood smile. Carlisle wondered if his and Esme's ways to favor Edward as a child had caused this need to be the best. The Cullens had a plush life, with Carlisle being a successful doctor and his wife being a designer to the stars, wealth was nothing to them though Carlisle and Esme never had it go to their head, money was nothing but paper to them both but to Rosalie and Edward, it seemed to be everything, success and power was everything. Was this why Edward entered the life of domination?
Upon entering the home, Carlisle thought whether he should remove his shoes in order to avoid staining the bright cream carpets but decided against it. As he walked through the large interior, he noticed the lack of personality in the home. No photographs, nothing that would jump out and show who Edward was and what he liked, it was bland but expensive, empty but filled. It seemed as if Esme was needed to sprinkle her magic onto the place, just to give it life but that idea would have to wait as more pressing matters were at hand. Marissa. Carlisle followed the sound of clinking bottles and glass to the kitchen where his son was waiting for him, bourbon in hand and a burning cigar in the other. The bourbon was no surprise but the cigarette was. "I thought you kicked that habit son" Carlisle sighed as he placed his suitcase onto one of the counters, the suitcase which held the medical files demanded.
