Disclaimer: I do not own the twilight series or any of the characters they rightfully belong to Stephanie Meyer.
Renesmee's Pov
This was it: the last item. I thought to myself as I placed the item in the box. The item was a picture of my mother and I. It was taken when I was younger and looked about 7 or 8. We were both smiling in the picture, though we both know that inside my mother was hurting. Hurting badly; and it's all my father's fault.
I don't know much about my dad only that he left when I was a baby and broke my mother's heart. That's all I know because my mother doesn't like to speak about him and when I ask my best friend Jake he wouldn't even acknowledge I said anything. I asked my grandfather once and I never asked again. Grandpa said (more like yelled) I could never say that name in this house again and then sent me to my room.
Frankly I don't really want to know my father. He sounds like a horrible man for leaving someone as pretty, kind and selfless as my mother. She has nearly waist length brown hair, pale skin and yellow eyes, although when she was human she had chocolate brown eyes like mine.
I shut the box with the picture inside and moved it with the rest. I turned around and looked at my empty room. It was completely bare except for the bed desk and a few nails on the walls that once hung pictures.
"Renesmee?" I turned around and faced my mom. It looked like she was about to cry. I could, too. I mean I was going to college! This is the first time I have ever been away from her. I know I will come home every other weekend but still I have never been away from my mom and I would miss her.
"Yeah mom?"
"Are you ready to leave?" She asked. I could hear the sadness in her voice and see it in her eyes.
"No" I said. Then crossed the room to my mom. She pulled me into her arms and I cried. I sobbed. I whaled.