Renesmee and Jacob find themselves surrounded by problem after problem...It's as if time is repeating itself with these 2 mythical creatures' lives.
This one has already been completed....I just never put it up...So I hope you like it
The Truth, The Anger, and The Escape
How do I tell him? How do I tell him that I'm pregnant? He'll be furious with me! He'll kill Jake! Should I leave?
I closed my eyes and tried to decide, weighing the pros and cons.
If I leave . . . It'll break my family members' hearts.
If I stay . . . My boyfriend, or fiance I should say, will be killed. If my Dad knew Jake purposed to me last week, he would kill him, no doubt about that.
If I leave, Jake and I could get married . . . We could raise this baby on our own.
If I stay, this baby might not have a father, it might not even be born because my father would probably make me have an abortion.
I shivered at the thought.
When I was younger, I didn't want kids.
They thouroughly repulsed me.
Everytime Aunt Alice would say that she would spoil my babies, I would tell her that I was never having one, that I never wanted any.
Jake's face would fall, or he would just look away.
And this didn't happen when I was a baby only, the last time that happened was maybe a year ago.
That was the last time she told me that.
Five months after that, Jake and I started dating.
He told me about the whole "imprinting" thing.
That was when I understood why he would look away when I said those things, I would break his heart when I said that.
I was basically saying that I didn't want kids with him.
But I did, I do.
This baby that I am carrying, I want it more than anything.
And not because it's a baby, but because it's Jake's baby.
If it were anybody else's baby, I probably wouldn't want it as much.
When I found out I was pregnant, my heart filled with so much happiness. I loved this baby the moment I found out it
existed. I loved it about as much as I love its father.
I need to tell Jake, I need to tell him now.
I jumped off of my bed and strolled to the window. I jumped out easily.
As I strolled down to the front of the house I let my mind wander.
Luckily, my parents weren't home, hunting with my aunts and uncles.
Grandma Esme and Grandpa Carlisle are the only two that know about my pregnancy.
And I trust them, I know that they won't say or think, for my Dad's sake, anything that would get Jake and I killed.
I hopped into my car and saw Grandma and Grandpa on the porch and saw Grandma get up and walk towards me.
I rolled down my window and smiled at her.
"Gonna go tell Jake?" She asked me, her smile so wide that her dimples were showing.
"Yeah, I am. Wish me luck." I laughed. She shook her head.
"You don't need luck! He'll be thrilled . . . then scared out of his mind when he thinks of your father!" She laughed, her voice sounded like windchimes swaying in the wind.
"Well, I'll see you later." I said while she backed out of the way. "Love you!" I called louder as I was pulling out of the driveway. Grandpa smiled and waved at me, as did Grandma.
On my way down to La Push, I was thinking about what I would tell my parents, and their reaction to the whole situation.
I imagined the way I would fidget, with Jake at my side.
I would have Mom shield us so Dad wouldn't know until I wanted him to.
The way I would look at Jake with fearful eyes. The way his eyes would show the same thing.
I would square my shoulders and turn to face my anxious parents.
"Well, Mom, Dad. I'm pregnant." I would say hesitantly.
Mom's face would light up, as would Dad's.
They would stand up and I would as well.
We would hug and everything would be perfect. NOT!
I only wish that that would happen.
I was already at La Push, in Jake's driveway.
I honked the horn twice, in a matter of seconds, he was at my door.
"Hey Babe!" He said as he opened my door.
"Hey, can we talk?" I wanted to get right to the point.
His eyes were now careful.
"Yeah, come on inside. Rachel and Paul are here."
I didn't want anyone to know besides us.
"Um, no. I want to talk to you in private?" My voice came out shaky.
I was scared out of my mind.
"Yeah, um, let's go for a walk." His voice didn't have the same happy tone anymore.
We started for the woods, and then the world started to tip.
I stopped and closed my eyes and put my hand on my forehead.
Closing my eyes made it worse, made the dizzyness even more severe.
I felt myself sway, then I felt a pair of hot hands grab the top of my arms.
"What's wrong?" Jake's voice was full with worry and anxiety, but it sounded distant.
As if he was in a tunnel.
"I'm fine, it'll pass." I had this same attack, if you will, yesterday afternoon.
Luckily, I was only with Grandpa and he told me that maybe it was my version of morning sickness.
"This has happened before?" He said curiously.
I just nodded. I started feeling better. The world didn't feel like it was tipping anymore.
I slowly opened my eyes. He was staring into my eyes with plain worry in his eyes.
"What was that?" His voice matched his face, tight with worry.
"I need to tell you something." We weren't even in the woods, and I didn't want to go in there.
We were still in view of the house.
"Ok, shoot." His eyes were analyzing my face.
I took a deep breath when I saw, in my peripheral vision, the curtain in the front room being pulled back and I saw Paul and Rachel peering out.
I grabbed his hand, I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.
"You know I love you, right?" I don't know why I said that, the words just slipped out.
He nodded cautiously. "You're scaring me, Ness." He whispered.
His voice, his voice was so full of fear. It tore at my heart.
I knew I would never be able to get the words out.
So I tightened my hand around his, and pulled it slowly to my stomach. And as if on cue, the baby started to kick gently.
I pressed his hand on to my stomach and saw his eyes go wide. A smile was slowly forming on my face.
"Are . . . y-you . . ." He couldn't even finish the sentence.
"Pregnant." I whispered. "Yes, I am."
He was starting to smile and he was staring at my stomach.
"Well, what are we gonna tell your parents?" He looked into my eyes, and as Grandma predicted, his eyes were now full with fear.
I laughed. "We'll tell them the news, then we'll run as fast as vampires."
"Sounds like a good idea!" He laughed with me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, and lifted me up and kissed me.
"Congrats guys!" I heard Paul and Rachel yell from the porch.
Everything was perfect. For now.
We were on our way back to the Cullen house.
My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
And I was afraid that I was gonna have another attack, in front of Dad. That would so not be good.
With my luck, I would. Like Dad says, I seem to have inherited my Mom's luck.
We were already at the house.
Mom was waiting on the porch steps. I called her and asked her to.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Shield us." I whispered, avoiding her question.
She did as I asked, she closed her eyes for a moment. Then she opened them and nodded.
I stepped out of the car, with Jake at my side.
"Now, will you tell me what's going on?" Mom asked me.
Her eyes narrowed a little. "Inside, waiting for you to get home."
The words sent a cold shiver down my spine.
How much did he know? What did he think we were going to tell him?
Well, my thoughts will be answered when I go inside.
The three of us started walking toward the front door.
I walked in and Dad was sitting on the sofa, waiting.
"Family meeting." I called loud enough for anyone of the Cullens to hear.
In a minute every member of the family was in the dining room, or the conference room, as we call it.
Everyone took their seats and stared at me.
"Okay, we have some news that we would like to share with all of you." I squeezed Jake's hand in fright.
"What is it?" Dad asked. He was staring at me, concentrating.
He was trying to break the shield, of course it didn't work.
I took a deep breath and lifted both of my hands on top of the table and folded them.
Dad suddenly hissed.
I jumped, did he hear something from one of us?
My heart started to thump erratically.
"You're engaged?" He practically growled at Jake and I.
That is when I realized that my engagement ring was showing.
I nodded. "But, that's not all."
I took another deep breath to steady myself, when what I was afraid would happen did.
The world began to tip from side to side. Everyone was doubled.
I whimpered quietly.
I knew not to close my eyes this time, I just stared at the table, waiting for it to pass.
I took deep shallow breaths. It didn't really help.
"What's wrong?" I heard Dad ask.
But, he sounded like he was far away, just like the way Jake sounded earlier.
Then it faded as quickly as it came.
I sighed and looked back up slowly.
They were all staring at me, anxious and expectant.
"Sorry . . . What you just saw . . . What just happened . . . Was my version . . . of . . . m-morning sickness."
I was staring at Dad. Awaiting his reaction.
His face was blank for a second, then he looked down and I could tell that he was in pain.
But, why? Was it because I was growing up too fast?
"Morning sickness, as in? You're . . . ?" Aunt Alice let her sentence trail off suggestively.
"Yes, I am pregnant." I whispered.
I saw Aunt Rose look away.
"Great, another mutt." I heard her say under her breath.
I hissed at her. And she, along with the rest of the family, stared at me in shock.
"MY BABY IS NOT A MUTT!" I yelled at her.
"Apparently, it is. You already have a dog's temper!" She yelled back at me, though it was not quite as loud as the way I just screeched.
I was on my feet, as was she.
Her words sent a strong current of anger down my spine.
I started walking around the table, when a pair of ice cold arms wrapped around my waist.
I looked behind me and it was Dad holding me back.
My baby started kicking gently, and Dad gasped quietly because it was kicking right where his arms constricted me.
I pulled myself out of Dad's arms.
"Do not call my baby a mutt." I said through my teeth.
"I'm not allowed to speak the truth anymore?" She said sarcastically.
I laughed without humor.
"How can you be with a dog? How can you love more than one?" She asked me harshly.
She gestured toward Jake with one hand and my stomach with the other.
"Rose." Dad, Mom, Aunt Alice, and Uncle Emmett cautioned her.
I heard Jake growl.
Her words made me see red.
But, it also hurt me deep down inside.
"How can Uncle Emmett be with such a bitter, self-absorbed, arrogant, selfish, uncaring hag like you." I shot right back at her.
I saw the pain roll across her face. I didn't want to take the words back, not yet.
"RENESMEE!" Mom, Grandma, Aunt Alice, Uncle Jasper and Uncle Emmett yelled at me.
Aunt Rose bit her bottom lip and looked down at the floor.
"Maybe you have a point . . . But, at least I am with someone within my own species." She looked at me and she stared at me with anger in her eyes. She didn't hide the pain quick enough though, I saw it.
"That doesn't matter to me. I love him, not what type of creature he is."
She stormed out of the house, and Uncle Emmett just stared after her.
And then he was abruptly towering over me.
"Why would you say something like that to her, Renesmee?!" Uncle Emmett hollered in his deep voice.
Him yelling at me made me want to cry.
He never yelled at me, never. He would always protect me whenever Mom or Dad would yell at me.
"Enough!" I heard Jake say from behind me.
"You shut up! I want you to leave. You don't belong here, you're lucky that you're still breathing! Especially after getting Nessie pregnant. If you weren't here none of this would have happened." Dad hissed at him.
I heard Jake's retreating footsteps.
When I looked toward the woods he was already running into them.
"I'm gonna go find Rose." Uncle Emmett told the rest of the family.
A few moments later he was gone.
How can everything get so screwed up in less than an hour?!
Dad was right! Jake doesn't belong here, and neither do I.
"Did you not think? You knew that there was a chance for you to get pregnant! And you weren't careful!" Mom was screeching at me. Pacing back and forth.
Dad was in front of me and he was staring at my stomach and he had his arms crossed.
I'm sure he was thinking about how the baby kicked.
"Mom I didn't mean for this to happen!" I shouted.
"How far along are you, anyway?" Dad asked me.
"Grandpa says that I'm about two weeks." I answered automatically.
Dad's eyes went wide with horror.
I knew what he was thinking. If the baby was already kicking, and I wasn't even a month pregnant, how fast would my pregnancy be? How much danger was I in?
"You don't even think about anything! Any of the consequences! Did you not think how this baby is going to ruin your life!? Do you think I want you to go through what I did?!" She kept yelling.
Those words, they were like whips against my back.
Ruin my life? For me to go through what she went through?
Put those two sentences together and she basically said that I ruined her life and she didn't want me to make the same mistake.
Wow. That's what you call hitting below the belt.
I bit my bottom lip in an attempt to stop the tears from coming.
Dad looked up and stared into my eyes. I couldn't quite decipher what emotions were in his eyes, though.
"You don't want this baby to ruin my life, and you don't want me to go through what you did. So what? Did I ruin your life? Am I the consequence of you two being together? Do you regret keeping me? Is that it?"
I asked without a long enough pause for either of them to answer the questions.
And my voice quivered so much, I was on the verge of breaking into sobs.
As I was saying those words, they all started to seem true.
That is why I was so different. Why everyone treated me differently.
"You know that's not true." Mom and Dad whispered at the same time.
"Yeah, sure." I said sarcastically.
I turned around and headed for the staircase.
I ran right past the rest of the family, they were all silent, and pretty much shocked.
I ran straight to my room.
I ducked under my bed to get my suitcase and started stuffing various clothes in it.
My little figurines and such.
I took off the necklace I was wearing and opened my bedroom door.
It was the necklace that Mom and Dad got me for my first Christmas.
The one that said 'More than my own life' on it.
If they loved me more than thier own lives, they wouldn't hurt me this way.
I went to the staircase and threw it. It ricocheted off the wall and down the second flight of stairs. And I heard it land softly on the living room floor.
I heard someone pick it up.
I ran back to my room and I grabbed my full suitcase and tossed it out the window.
I pounced out the window and I heard Dad yelling.
"Nessie! WAIT! DON"T GO!"
He was on the other side of the house.
I saw him coming, I was entering my car when I saw him opening the garage door that was in the kitchen.
I tossed my suitcase in the back and started the car. I also locked the doors, like that would help.
I was backing out of the driveway when he got behind the car.
I screeched to a stop.
I put the car in drive and spun around, driving on the lawn.
Dad showed me how to drive. Apparently, he didn't know that he would one day regret it.
I was already speeding down the long narrow drive. I saw him trailing behind me.
I was doing a good 200 miles per hour.
As soon as I hit the highway, he disappeared.
Either he gave up, or he was in the woods.
I made the car go faster and thought of what I would do when I got to La Push.
I would go to First Beach, wait for Jake, and then we would run off.
When I started to pass the first few houses of La Push, I started to relax.
I knew I passed the treaty line.
He can't follow me past that.
Now, I can really think.
My previous thought process was all a ruse, Uncle Emmett taught me how to lie with my thoughts.
I will go to Jake's house.
I'll help him pack, if he wants to leave.
Then we'll take off.
Somewhere where no one can find us.