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"Please Daddy just let me go to the party!" I whined, really hoping he would let me go. It was supposed to be a fun Christmas party and everyone was going to be there. Well not everyone but all my friends.
"Fine. But you need to be home by midnight. Tomorrow is going to be a big day." I hugged him.
"Thank you Daddy so much! I promise I'll be home by twelve." I squealed happily as I ran upstairs.
"Alice! He said I could go!" I screamed as I bursted into her room.
"I knew he would." Alice muttered as she brought me to my room and opened my closet.
"Let's see… how about this dress? Not to flashy, something Edward may actually let you walk out of the house with on." I rolled my eyes. Why did he have to be so protective? He wanted me to have a normal life right? Alice lay the dress on the bed and went towards my shoes picking a pair of heels.
"Alice you know I can't walk in those, right?"
"You'll be fine." She said. I grabbed my favorite pair of sneakers and said they would be better. Alice sighed.
"There is no winning here for me is there?" "Not in the shoe department I'm afraid." Rosalie suddenly walked into my room with her arms full of makeup.
"Time for me!" She said. Alice took the cue and left Rose and I alone for hair and makeup. By the time I was going to eat dinner I had to leave. I hoped there would be food at the party. I peeked into the bathroom to see if I looked okay and my jaw dropped. I had no idea I could look that good!
I heard a car honk. "Nessie! Jacobs here!" Dad called. I fixed my hair a little, hoping I would look pretty to Jacob. For about a week now I had started to realize I has feelings for him. Hiding those feelings were tough, especially around Dad.
"Coming!" I shouted back as I ran out of the house to his car.
"Hey" I said closing the passenger side door.
"Hey" Jake said back not looking at me. I wanted so badly for him to look at me. He pulled out of the driveway.
"Do I have lipgloss on my teeth?" I asked turning to him and smiling; he would have to look..
"Um." He turned towards me. "No- Nessie! You better watch yourself at that party." That was not the reaction I was hoping for.
"Why?"
"Guys will be all over you."
He pulled over. What was he doing?
"I don't think you should go. This isn't a good idea." Now I was annoyed.
"Jake I'll be fine. Just drive." He did. We got to the party but as I was closing the door Jake grabbed my arm. My heart skipped a beat,
"if you need anything call me okay? When you want to be picked up call me."
"I will." I said tugging gently away. "Promise?" He asked giving me that all too well known stare.
"I promise Jacob." He let go and I closed the door walking towards the house where the vibration of music was so loud.
"Have fun!" Jake shouted as he drove away. I walked inside the door and was greeted with a can of beer. "No thanks." I said pushing it away.
I just wanted to hang out with my friends. I walked into the living room, away from the blaring music. I saw my friends. Making out on the couch with various guys from school. Seriously? What happened to a boyfriend?
I sighed and turned around when I heard a voice.
"Hey." It sounded so close. I turned around and found myself facing a girl my height with blonde hair and hazel eyes.
"Hi?" I said, but it came out more like a question. "I know we don't know each other but my parents knew your parents." She said. Her voice was smooth, soft like velvet.
"Oh." I said. "What are their names?" "It doesn't matter." She said, a small smile creeping up on the corner of her mouth. "My name is Jane. I'm new here." "It's nice to meet you Jane. My name is-"
"Reneesmee. I know what your name is." Her smile grew.
"Oh…" I said unsure how to respond. "My parents were friends with your parents when Bella was pregnant with you. Your father Edward wanted you to be taken out of Bella because you were hurting her. You were killing her. Sucking the life out of her from the inside out." "What?" I gasped. Was she insane? I'd never even seen her at school before.
"Edward didn't love you. There was even a time when Bella didn't love you. And that was before you were born. Think about how they feel about you now." "They love me!" I found myself shouting. She tilted her head back and laughed.
"Are you kidding? They hated you then and they still do now!" She wasn't shouting but there was something in her voice that bothered me. "They love me." I repeated lamely.
"They don't but I know of someone who does." She sneered. I didn't say anything. "They live in Italy. They would love to have you for a visit. They would show you how a parent should love their child."
"What are you talking about?" I asked. "Well, you'll find out if you go. But I just want you to know that your parents really did hate you. And still do. Call me up on my offer if you want."
She slipped me a piece of paper with a phone number on it and then she vanished into the crowd. I stood there dumbfounded.
Quickly I ducked into the bathroom and called Dad. He would tell me the truth. "Dad? Do you love me?" "What kind of question is that Nessie? Of course I love you." "Are you being honest? Have you always loved me?" "Nessie, I have always loved you and I will love you forever." "What about when…" I paused. Did I want to know the answer? Yes.
"What about when Mom was pregnant with me?"
There was a long pause and I could hear him take a slight breath in. "You didn't love me did you?"
"Nessie, when your Mom became pregnant I was scared because I thought you would kill her. We weren't prepared-"
"So I was an accident?""Nessie…" I started crying and slid down the bathroom wall, sitting on the floor. I hung up the phone.
Someone knocked on the door. I didn't move. They banged.
Finally the door was flung open as someone got in front of the toilet just in time to puke. I got up and ran out of the house, barely noticing my friends still making out with guys on the couch. I ran and ran.
Branches hit my face, scratching it and hot tears streamed down my face. I didn't care.
The mascara ran down my cheeks. I finally got to where I wanted to be. Alone. In the treehouse Jake made for me years ago. I jumped up quickly and plopped down on the old sheets which now had holes. We used to come up here and watch the stars at night. Until Jake built a roof. But we had sleepovers here. With chocolate and marshmallows. I buried my face into the moldy pillow and screamed. I fell asleep from crying.
I woke up when I felt a board bow under someone's weight. I opened my eyes slowly. They were crusted shut from my tears. The person knelt down beside me and the second I felt a big warm hand rest on my shoulder I knew who it was. Jacob. I turned slowly until I was on my back. "Hey" He said in a quiet, soft, soothing voice. I just looked at him. "Nobody loves me." I said after a while, breaking contact with his eyes. "I do." He whispered grinning.
"Edward and Bella do. Alice, Emmet, Jasper, Carlisle, Esme, Charlie, Renee and as much as I personally hate her, Rosalie loves you too." I smiled a little. "But you hated me didn't you?" I asked. He knew what I meant. When Mom was pregnant with me. "I didn't hate you I just didn't want you to hurt Bella." He answered.
"Who told you this anyway?" He continued never breaking eye contact.
"This girl at the party. She said her Parents knew mine." "She could have just made that stuff up you know." Jake said.
"I doubt it. She knew my name and Bella and Edward's." I said back. Jake sighed."Do you hate me now?" I asked quietly. "No." He said.
"What do you think of me?" I asked. He took a deep breath and as he did he lowered his head towards mine and my heart raced. Was he going to whisper it in my ear? But there was no one around to hear was there? My eyes dodged in every direction. As his face got closer to mine I closed my eyes concentrating on slowing down my pounding heart as I was sure he could hear it. And suddenly his warm lips touched mine. They fit perfectly together. Like they were meant to be. My hand automatically wrapped around his back and squeezed him. He sat up abruptly, staring at me. I was sure my heart was going to pop out of my chest at any moment. My mind was racing with how special that moment was and wondering if I did something wrong to make him sit up. Was I bad kisser? "That was a bad idea." He said still staring at me. "Why?" I asked him, what could have been wrong of bad about that? "No reason." He muttered under his breath.
