Chapter 1: The Fight

I have to be honest; I have never really been a fan of Rosalie. Her character just gets under my skin. I especially don't like it how in Breaking Dawn she takes it upon herself to fill in as Renesmee's mother. However, this fanfic is not meant to hate on her. I believe that she would be a motherly figure in her life, but she can obviously be overbearing. It's no secret she doesn't like Jacob. What happens when Renesmee, who has always been a sweet, innocent girl finally let's Rose know how she feels. See the fight behind Renesmee's eyes and follow her to La Push where Jake comforts her. Renesmee is eleven in this story. The relationship between her and Jacob is still very brotherly/sisterly. I just wanted to make that clear.

I opened my eyes to the sound of my Mom and Dad's... night time activities. I looked down and realized I was still donning the sweat pants and tank top I had worn yesterday and realization hit me as I spied my book strewn on the floor. It was the one "lazy day" that Aunt Alice allowed me every month. The only day that she let me wear clothes for comfort not fashion. I had decided to take advantage to the fullest, grabbing my favorite book and lounging in my bedroom all day.

Jacob came by like he does every day, but he had his monthly patrol so he only stayed for a few hours. I could still smell his scent on my sheets, and I breathed them in deeply. He smelled so good; I don't understand what my family was always griping about. He smelled like autumn and fresh mountain air with a little hint of forest. Aunt Rose was always groaning about how I smelled like "that mangy mutt" but I've learned to ignore her. Speaking of moaning, a girl should not have to listen to her parents having relations in the room over.

I stood up quickly, grabbing a back pack and stuffing some overnight stuff in it. I decided to spend the night at the main house; they definitely wouldn't miss me here. I wrote a quick note and left it on the kitchen counter; I slipped out the door unnoticed.

I took my time walking to the house, enjoying the feel of the cool breeze on my cheeks. When I finally reached the big white building I entered making my way to the living room, where I could hear my family gathered. Aunt Alice was talking to Grandpa animatedly, while Aunt Rose examined her nails. Grandma was focused on a huge book that rested in her lap while Uncle Jasper and Uncle Emmett played a game of poker over the coffee table.

Grandma was the first to look up, smiling warmly at me, "Nessie, honey, what are you doing over here? You should be in bed."

"I just wanted to stay the night here," I smiled back and waved at Uncle Jasper who had looked up from his cards for the first time.

"Honey, do you have any idea what time it is?" Aunt Rose asked harshly. I knew she didn't mean it, but it still bothered me when she spoke so carelessly.

"No, I didn't really think about it. I just came over," I answered honestly, shrugging my shoulders

"It's nearly four in the morning," Grandma answered, sensing my mood towards Aunt Rose.

"Oh, I had no idea. I crashed at like seven o'clock."

Aunt Rose piped up quickly, "It's probably because that stupid dog had you up late the night before at that bon fire."

"I like going to the bon fires. They're fun," I snapped. "I'm just going up to Daddy's old room."

"Do your parents know you're here?" Grandpa asked speaking for the first time since I entered.

I turned around on the stairs, "I left a note, but believe me, they won't even notice I'm gone."

Uncle Emmett let out a barking laugh the same time Aunt Rosalie jumped up, "I'll help you make the bed. You haven't slept up there in awhile, the bedding needs to be changed."

Aunt Alice shot me a warning look and Uncle Jasper mimicked her. I knew he would know my mood best. I'm sure he could sense the hostility radiating off of me. "Okay," is all I said in response. I love my Aunt Rose, but when she talks bad about Jake or the wolves- but especially Jake- she makes me want to use that half vampire strength to rip her pretty blonde hair out.

I clambered up the steps, secretly reveling in the fact that I knew it drove Aunt Rose crazy. She sighed, but restrained herself from saying anything. We went opposite ways me to Dad's room and Aunt Rose to the linen closet to get a fresh set of sheets.

She threw one end to me and I shook it out snapping it, so I could attempt to get some of the wrinkles out. Suddenly, Aunt Rose dropped the bed covers as if I had discreetly set them on fire. She scrunched up her nose and backed away from me. "Nessie, you stink like that dog," she said it like she was so disgusted and I knew if she said much more I would explode. I had been hiding my feelings from her for so long, they were bound to make their way out soon. Daddy has often encouraged me to tell her to back off. He confided that she acted the same way before Mom got pregnant, and that he couldn't stand it. "Don't you ever think of anyone else? Wouldn't you think you should shower before you come over so you don't smell like you spent the day at the kennel?"

I whipped around, losing all thoughts of restraint that I had before, "You scolding me about being selfish. Oh, that's rich."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked clearly shocked, it was rare that I ever talked back to anyone, especially her.

"You're the most conceited and self-centered person I know!" I yelled. I had started, I sure as hell wasn't going to hold back now.

"Nessie! I can't believe you would say something like that to me. I thought I taught you better," she said, her hand covering her mouth.

"There you go again! You are NOT my mother. You act like you raised me. I have a Mom and Dad that do their job just fine, thank you," I was seething now, and I was just beginning. I hadn't even scratched the surface.

"I didn't know you felt that way," her voice was starting to lose the cutting edge, but that only seemed to add fuel to my fire.

"Of course you didn't. You've never noticed that every time you say something bad about the wolves I get really quiet. When am I ever quiet? Never."

"Wait. This whole little outburst is because of those mongrels and your precious puppy?" she asked attitude returning in full.

"That's what bothers me most. Those little comments that you make. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to lose my mind keeping this all in. I can't do it anymore," I screamed.

"Are you saying our relationship is no more, because it sounds like you're choosing him over me- your family," she said not dropping her guard like a normal person would.

"I'm not choosing sides. Although, if you make me I will choose his," I wasn't yelling anymore, but my voice was still hard and cold. I wasn't showing how much this conversation was actually beating me up on the inside. "I love you, Aunt Rose. I love my entire family, that's a given, but if you make me choose between you and him, I will choose him."

Her whole frame seemed to droop, and I probably sounded like a horrible person, but it didn't make me feel bad. I stormed out of the room, jogging down the stairs. Grandpa was waiting at the end of the stair case, "Renesmee, maybe you should just-"

"I can't stay the night here. I'm going back to the cottage," I said stepping around him. I left in a hurry just going towards the cottage for show.

I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep without him. So I went to the only person I know can make me feel better after anything. Jacob.