He is not Daddy any more. Daddy's don't do things like this. Daddy's don't take away your innocence. Daddy's don't shame you. Daddy's don't take your self worth… everything. I have nothing. Empty. Floating… Waiting. Numb.

Momma told me that where she was going was not safe for me, that Daddy would take care of me. Keep me safe.

She lied.

My whole family lied to keep me safe. I realize now that they didn't want this. They wanted me to be safe and happy… I remember happy. Happy was nice. But sadness is comforting. He doesn't keep me safe and happy. He is not my daddy, the one that's supposed to protect me.

I simply think of him as Edward.

I can smell dampness. Mould. I can see the life of new moss beginning on the opposite wall. The bolts next to the green are weak with rust. Not weak enough for me. There's blood. My blood. My wrists and my ankles are rubbed raw from the shackles holding me back. The bandages made from scraps of clothes have long since gone. I don't know how I've lasted this long and I don't know how much more I can take. I have no way of keeping time. All I know is night and day. A repeditive cycle telling me another day has passed. My best guess is that I looked to be around fifteen years of age. Maybe I am six.

I have endured the same torture for more than half my life. I am scarred, physically, mentally, emotionally. He cuts my arms, legs, any piece of flesh he can get his hands on. The beatings, every day. Over and over. I take it these days. Showing no emotions usually lessens the mental pain. I despise the baseball bat. I can't help my family's faces run through my mind when he uses that. I think it makes him angrier. At least my face remains un-scarred. Only bruises cover my face. They will fade.

I don't cry anymore. I can't. Everything's numb.

It's dark. Soon he will come, and beat me again. The scream-like tears of metal I hear alert me. I flip my head, eyes wide and scared. This sound if new. I crouch towards the door as best I can while restricted in the chains. This part of me still wants to fight back.

Something large slams into the door. The hinges buckle under the pressure and snap off. A large figure stands in the doorway, eyes darting around before resting on me. I hear a blood curdling scream and it takes me seconds to register it's mine. My scream.

The figure flits over to me and muffles the noise with his large warm hand. Warmth.

"Shh, Renesmee, shh, you're okay. We're gonna get you outta here. You have to be quiet. Renesmee, shh."

I silence myself. I almost hear the cogs turning in my head. I must be going crazy now but that's okay The warmth covering my lips is real. I can hear his breathing. Real. I remember the voice. Husky. Soft. Caring. The one from my childhood. My wolf. His hand leaves my mouth now that I've calmed down ever so slightly. He reaches for my feet and I flinch back. His eyes meet mine and I realize what he was trying to do. I nod, letting him know it's okay. Once again he reaches for my ankles. He grasps the cuffs and breaks them apart. Instant relief. He does the same with my wrists. The sides of the broken cuff tear at my skin which creates new marks. Red appears and trails down my arm. His breath catches when he sees the puckered purple and white lines.

I bring my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around my legs. Curled into my own little ball. I turn my head away from his. I don't want him to see my shame.

"Jake?" I whisper.

"I'm real Nessie. I'm right here."

I involuntarily scoot closer to him. I lean against him, sighing at the warmth. I'm so cold.

"God I miss you." I choke out.

He wraps his arm around me. I shiver and he pulls me up to my feet. I stumble a bit before getting my balance. My head is spinning. Everything has happened so quickly.

"Renesmee." Jacob takes something from his pocket and presses it into my hand. I gasp. It's cold and hard, just like a baseball bat. My instincts take over and I drop it nearly as soon as I have it in my hand.

It clatters loudly to the ground, breaking the eerie silence. He reaches to pick it up.

"Sorry." He holds the small metal thing to his face. I can just make out the shape of it with help from the moonlight filtering in from the tiny window. "It's a torch."

That makes sense.

"How about we try again?" Jacob asks.

I nod. Afraid my voice will crack.

He holds it out towards me and I grasp it tightly. I look at him for reassurance. He nods and gives me a small smile. I fumble with it until I find the button. It illuminates the small room but I don't look back. I keep my eyes on his face which has now grown serious.

"I need you to do something for us."

"Us?"

He takes a deep breath. "Alice, Jasper, you and I."

"What about the rest of my family?"

"Don't ask now Renesmee, just listen and do exactly as I say."

I nod. This is important. I recognize the tone of assertiveness in his voice.

"You have to go outside, alone."

I start trembling. My breathing comes out broken and I can feel myself getting lightheaded. He notices and pulls me closer. His touch calms me down greatly. After a minute he pulls back and places his hands on my shoulders. He looks me in the eyes.

"Renesmee, go out the door behind me, go left down the hallway, left again, then right. You'll be outside then. Go to the shed on your left and wait for me. Do not turn on your torch until you get outside. Do you think you can do that?"

I nod uncertainly but agree to it anyway. I have to do this. Jacob is depending on me. My eyes travel to the doorway behind him. I have never seen the outside of this room. Not once.

"Nessie."

My eyes snap back to him.

"I will come and get you."

I lock my eyes onto his big brown ones. I trust him. I nod again, still not trusting my voice entirely.

I step around Jacob. My bare feet against the cold concrete is nothing new, but it's still all so different.

Err…. Welcome to my twisted mind. I'm still debating if I should write more or not. Maybe I'll write more chapters one day or leave it as a one shot