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Chapter 1: Fury

Nessie's POV

"Where is he?!" I yelled. I had just come home from school only to discover that my two month old son was missing.

"Oh you mean that embarrassment you brought upon this family? He is gone. Somewhere where you will never find him"

"Where did you take him?!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face. Never in my life had I felt such a strong mixture of anger, heartbreak, sadness, and worry. I never thought my parents would be capable of doing something like this to me.

"Don't you understand Nessie?! People are talking about us. About you and what you did! We have a reputation-"

"I don't care about your damned reputation where is my Edward Jacob?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Where in the hell did you send my son?!"

"Somewhere where that little bastard will never be a problem for us again" dad said.

I stormed passed them, purposely shoving my so-called parents to the side. My adoptive parents were rich and quite influential in the small town that we lived in. I always knew they weren't happy with my son's birth but I never thought they would do something as horrible as this.

I threw myself on my bed and started to cry. My son. My little EJ. Gone just like that. After only two short months my EJ was gone.

Then an idea hit me. I got up and started to pack my bags as I cried. I was not going to sit here and do nothing. I was going to go find my son and we were going to get the hell out of this place together. Just him and I. I'd find some other way to finish my high school education later on. Perhaps I'd just get my GED. My son and I would survive on our own. I just had to find him.

I packed some of EJ's things on top of my own. Some clothes, a pair of shoes, and all of my pictures of him. Pictures that just made me cry when I looked at them.

I refused to come out for the rest of the evening. Once night came and I was sure that my parents were fast asleep I made my move.

There was a large tree that grew right next to my room.

I carefully climbed out onto the tree. I slowly and carefully began my descent. My room was on the second floor of the house so I was high up and I had to be extremely careful.

I took a misstep and suddenly found myself hurting toward the ground. I landed with a sickening crunch and exploding pain in my right leg. I fought the urge to scream out loud. How I succeeded I didn't know.

My adrenaline kicked in and I immediately started running as far and as fast as I could. I ignored the protesting pain in my leg. I was going to get away from my house. I was not going back no matter what. Finding my son was more important then anything.

I had wandered to far into the forest when my leg exploded in pain again. I was sure that I'd broken it when I fell from the tree. It was becoming almost impossible to walk on it but I couldn't go to a hospital. If I did they'd surely call my parents.

I came across an extremely large White House. I knew exactly where I was now. For I had come across the strange empty house many many times in my life.

I decided to lay down by the fence because the pain had become nearly impossible.

I started to think of my baby again. I had trusted my mother with all my heart to take care of him when I went back to school. Then she does this to me. The day I return to school she takes my son God only knows where and refuses to tell me.

The pain of a broken leg couldn't compare to the pain caused by losing a baby. I had to find him. I just had to.

I was surprised when a light suddenly turned on in the house. The house was abandoned. Or so everyone had thought. Or maybe the house had finally been purchased.

I watched as someone walked out. A young man in his early 20s. Blond hair, pale complexion, and the strangest golden eyes that you had ever seen. I did a double take when I saw the man again. No it couldn't be. It just couldn't be.

I immediately hid before he could see me and think that I was trying to break into his house. I was sure that my mind was just playing tricks on me.

I closed my eyes hoping that I would fall asleep. I jumped when an ice cold hand touched my face.

He stared at me. Showing absolutely no sign that he recognized me. This wasn't a dream. This was reality.

"Excuse me ma'am but what are you doing here? Are you okay?"'

"I'm sorry I wasn't trying to break in or anything. It's just that I ran away and I broke my leg and I-"

"It's okay young one I can help you" he said. I smiled. He was still the wonderful grandfather I knew and loved so much.

"Grandpa" I muttered.

He looked at me as if I had lost my mind. Maybe I had. No this was real.

"Are you okay? Did you hit your head as well?" he looked at me in concern.

"No grandpa I haven't. You and Esme are my grandparents. Edward and Bella are my biological parents-"

"Renesmee?" my grandfather said in shock.

"Bingo" was all that I could say.

"Nessie? Is it really you?"

I nodded my head 'yes'. He grabbed me into a very tight hug.

"I can't believe it. Nessie we've been looking for you for so many years. We never stopped looking for you"

I couldn't help it. I started to cry again. But for the first time today it was tears of happiness rather then sadness.

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