A Distance Growing
This story will not be told from Renesmee's POV, only the Prologue and possibly a few other chapters but I intend on centering it on Edward, Bella, and their issues.
Disclaimer: My name is not Stephenie. Therefore, I do not own Twilight and write this out of my love for the characters. However, IF I did own Twilight, Bella would have taken a flamethrower to Edward's ass when he left in New Moon, then she would've screwed Mike Newton just to piss Edward off, then they would've done the whole forever thing.
Prologue
I remember when we used to be a happy family, when things were better than they are now. Now, they hardly even look at each other and when they do, they do it for our sake; mine and my siblings. My brother, Eliot doesn't notice because he's only four and all the tension started about a year after he was born. Masen is fourteen and he just ignores our parents because he spends most of his time with our uncle Emmett. I'm only ten and I feel I'm the only one keeping this family together; it's a lot of weight for a ten year old. I plead with them to eat dinner at the table rather than in their separate offices and it generally works.
If I didn't try, I think this might have ended two years ago. I'm determined to keep my family together, grandma always says "Family sticks together, sometimes things get broken and need something to hold them together – like glue, but they always stick together." I'll be that glue.
I don't want to be the girl with the feuding parents, or the ones going up for divorce. I was raised Catholic, and I know divorce is not the better option. You have to work at it, and now everything I believe in is being compromised. I will not let what I believe become a lie, I'll make it my mission to preserve what is left of who we all used to be. How my mother would brush my hair every night before bed, before when she would tell me how much she loved my hair for being like my fathers and who'd tell me how she loved how I looked more like him than she. Before my father smelled like cigarettes, and spent late nights in his office tapping away at his computer or sometimes creep in our house at dead time. Back when he'd just want to go for a drive with me and Mase and hangout or to buy mom something she would say was too extravagant, and makes that 'I'm-going-to-rip-you-a-new -one' face that made him laugh.
"Nessie! Breakfast is ready, hurry in there, please and thank you." I heard my mother call up the stairs. Something's are somewhat the same as before, mom always wakes us up; she dresses Elijah, makes breakfast and then sees us off to the school bus.
I made my way down the stairs and saw that she'd made all of our favorites. French toast with strawberry, turkey and cheese omelettes and all the fixings, and maple sausage; everything covered in Syrup. I took a seat and ate like there would be no tomorrow. My dad walked in, gave a slight smile in my direction. He looked rough. Mom sat his plate and coffee in front of him without so much as a look. Masen rolled his eyes moved his plate just as dad's phone rang.
"Going to answer that Edward?" Masen.
"No, and since when do you call me Edward?"
"Since whenever the hell I feel like it, douche." Masen has got to be out of his mind, he's never done anything like this.
"I'm your father; don't talk to me like that." Dad was now rubbing his temple while standing over Masen. Masen grabbed his bag and looked dad in the eye, nearly a splitting image except for the hair color belonging to our mother. The chestnut brown color that had traces of red in the sunlight is one thing dad used to admire about her, "No one in Forks had hair like Bella Swan" he'd say and she'd reply "No one in the world had hair like your father, as bronze as a new penny and so wild it looked like he'd been fighting with a blow dryer." I was pulled from those more appealing times when Masen pushed his chair out from under the table and point his finger at dad
"Father? Right… well keep telling yourself that buddy. You haven't been much of a father in the past two years. Uncle Emmett is more of a father to me than you, hell my math teacher knows me better, even homeless Harry in the park ranting on about how Daniel Radcliffe and J.K. Rowling owe him money for using his life story knows more about me than you do. I've had dinner with him more times this month than we've had as a family all year. Uncle Emmett taught me how to play baseball and comes to all of my football games, even talked me down from the embarrassment of my first erection," he seethed, "you lent me your DNA so I'm one pretty bitch I'll give you that but, you're not my father."
Dad's phone rang again and he walked out of the kitchen through the patio door.
"Okay then," mom said "time for school, you've got a bus to catch."
"Can't you drive us?" I asked.
"You'll be early, are you sure?"
"I've got some things to do in the library." Masen said in a disgruntled tone, something like grandpa Charlie did when he was dissatisfied.
"Okay in the car then, I'll be right out. Make sure you've got everything."
Mom walked out onto the patio just as dad hung up the phone and she motioned towards the garage, and he just turned away and walked inside. Not so much as a touch or a look, they'd always look at each other when shy smiles of love and we never fought or went head to head like dad and Masen. I just want to cry.
That isn't who we are anymore but so help me God it's who we're going to be or my name isn't Renesmee Carlie Cullen…And I can assure you it is.
End Note: I've only written Jacob and Paul/Bella and Pack centered fanfics before usually with co-authors. This storyline is my own, not the characters except Eliot and Masen. I hope you enjoyed the prologue from the POV of Nessie.
Review to let me know if I should keep going.
x Shay