Prologue:

Why did I fell like I was held responsible for breaking somebody's heart? I didn't mean for things to turn out like this. I should've just went with what I was suppose to do in the first place, stick to my family and friend's opinion. But how could I pick what my family wanted for me, when something else could've made me happier. I guess its what's best for me.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered to me with my hands in his.

"Positive." I responded, a tear dropped from my eye. "I'm sorry."

He was gone. Did I make the right decision? How could anything possibly end well in this life? I'll always be dazed and confused.

"....and even though I make fun of you everyday, I still love you and I'm so happy your mom had the courage to give birth to you. Happy Birthday!" Embry finished his very long speech, mostly talking about all my embarrassing moment in my life and how he beats me in everything. He raised his glass in the air as everyone clapped, and walked off the mini-stage Emmett and Jasper set up for this very special day.

I am Renesmee Carlie Cullen and today I turn seventeen (well I'm really 7 but we don't have to tell anyone that), I don't think anyone is as excited as I am. Well actually no one is as excited as I am. Everyone is pretty much bummed out that I'm basically gonna stop aging now. I couldn't be happier. I could finally go outside and be seen without worrying about who's gonna see me. This is the best day of my life.

Grandpa Charlie got on stage next, he wasn't really good at any of this kind of stuff.

"Um, well...Ness you've been a blessing and I'm so glad you're my granddaughter and," he took a deep breath in. Wait, was he crying? "uh, you know I'm not really good at these kinds of things, Alice made me do it," he glared at her or at least he tried , her musical laugh rang through the backyard. "Well, anyways, you're a very sweet girl and if there's any boys who are trying to touch you or hurt you in any way you let me know and I will get my people to hunt him down and take my gun and-" I cut him off.

"Okay, Grandpa. Thanks!" I shouted to him. My cheeks turned rosy red of embarrassment. Rosalie nudged my shoulder, with a smile. My parents were the last ones up.

"Well, I don't think we can beat Charlie's speech- thanks Dad." my mom said. "Edward and I just wanted to say that we're very happy that we have you as a daughter..."

"And even though you're technically 17, you'll always be our little girl. Happy Birthday Renesmee!" my dad finished, everyone clapped. And for some reason I got really emotional, did I want to leave my short child hood behind and grow up? Once they got off stage, I gave them both a hug, forcing my tears not to spill. "If you wanna cry, go ahead." my dad whispered.

"Its a happy day, I refuse to cry." I whispered back. We all parted. "Thank you."

"Anytime sweetie." my mom said. They walked towards Alice and got lost in their own conversations.

I looked around and saw the whole wolf pack: Embry, Quil, Jared, Paul, Brady, Collin, Seth, Leah, and Sam. Even Emily, Claire, Billy and Sue were here. Obviously, Charlie was here – trying to look as intimidating as possible, which wasn't really working out for him. My whole family was here, the Cullen's. Everyone's speeches were very nice and sweet, some even funny. But there was only once person missing. Jacob Black.

"Um, has anyone seen Jacob?" I asked as I walked to Seth, Quil and Embry, they were chowing down food.

"He said..." swallow. "he was...."swallow again. "gonna be here." Quil said while chewing.

"Oh. Okay." was all I said as I walked away. My dad gave me a quick glance, I don't think he meant it to be for me- But it wasn't a normal glance it was more like a warning or a threat. I shook it off.

"I am sensing some bad moods. Can I be a help?" Jasper popped up next to be. I immediately felt better.

"Thanks, Jasper." I sighed.

"You still don't look happy..." he frowned.

"I'm happy, I really am but Jacob said he was going to be here and he's not, and its already 8 PM." I whined.

"He'll be here." he said, in a sure tone.

"How do you know?" I asked anyways.

"Because, its Jacob." he smirked.

"Promise?" I held out my pinky.

"Promise." he intertwined his pinky, with mine. And if it wasn't on queue, a tall, buff guy walks in the backyard. It took me a moment to realize who it was. He was wearing a dress-up shirt, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a tie – loose around his neck, baggy skinny jeans and converse.

"JAKE!" I ran to him and he picked me up.