Full Summary: Renesmee Cullen's life was shattered when her parents got a divorce when she was only six years old. To only make it worse, his dad brought his twin brother, EJ, with him. Now at sixteen, she doesn't want to do anything with her life. But when she received an e-mail from her brother, EJ, informing her that their dad's going to be married to some slut, Renesmee went to Forks - with out telling her mom the real reason of her departure - and thinks of a plan to ruin his dad's marriage to the woman. AU-H/ OOC.
PROLOGUE
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"You know what," I heard my father screamed at my mother who was crying. It was the middle of the night and I always hear mom and dad fighting. Why do they always fight? I cringed at my pillow when Mom started screaming at Daddy. It has been going on for weeks now. I was too afraid to ask why they were fighting. Maybe it was because Daddy was not always at home, and that made Mommy angry. Daddy is a secretary in the Cullen Company, his boss is my Grandpa Carlisle and Daddy was new so Grandpa gave him the job. I heard from my Grandma Esme that Daddy's doing a great job. Mommy and Daddy are still young, though, that's why. They got married in a young age and Mommy and Daddy just graduated.
I cringed when I heard the door slam. I just wish that they would not get separated. My best friend's, Claire, are divorced. They don't live with each other anymore, which is very sad. Still, Clare lives with her Mommy and her Daddy is married to another woman. I don't want that to open. I sniffed and sobbed at the pillow quietly. Then, I saw the lights open from the hallway and saw a black figure in front of my door. I cringed and buried my face on the pillow.
Then, the door opened and my brother's, EJ's, head popped inside. I love my brother. He was my twin, actually. He's older than me for a minute and a half. EJ was acting like he was a twelve year old boy instead of six. He was smart and was always at the top of his class. EJ is like our father. Always the center of attention and he was actually named after my Dad, Edward Junior. While I'm named after my grandparents. I am not jealous of my brother; I'm happy and proud for him. I was the one who doesn't want to be in the spotlight. Just like my mother. EJ was also concerned about my Daddy and Mommy's fights. And I'm happy that I'm not alone. But I'm sad for what has been bothering me.
"Hey, Ren." EJ whispered, turning the lights on. He closed the door behind him and went to my side. I sniffed and that made EJ frown. He made a sign for me to move so that I could give him space. I did, and went to lay on the right while EJ laid beside me on the left. I love my brother so much. He cares and loves us all. He was always optimistic, always being the leader of everything. I couldn't imagine a world without my big twin brother.
I sighed, feeling that I should talk. "I'm scared, EJ. Why are they doing this? What if they get separated?" I whispered, clutching the blanket to me.
EJ sighed. He acts like he's a twelve year old boy. "I know, Ren. Me too. But don't worry. Aunt Alice said that it will be over, she said they're just having a bit of misunderstanding."
I sighed. I have to believe in my brother. "I hope so, EJ. I want Mommy and Daddy to love with each other again. It's just so hard to see that they're fighting." I pouted, sniffing.
EJ muttered something under his breath that I couldn't quite hear it. He patted my arm and lay beside me the whole time, he didn't even reply to my confession. I guess he had the feeling too. I closed my eyes, feeling the tears pouring down from my eyes as I struggled to keep them back. But I didn't.
And so did EJ.
I sat at the nearest shade under a tree. I wanted peace and quiet, I wanted nothing but to feel free a little. Free from the troubles and struggles. I know I'm acting like a teenager but that's how I feel. I can't just hide it and pretend that I'm stupid. I leaned down against the tree and closed my eyes. The high grasses were swaying against my legs, feeling a slight tickle. But it doesn't bother me.
We were vacationing in Daddy's former mansion, where my grandparents and a few relatives live. Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Emmett are going to be married tomorrow at this house's backyard, the same place where Mommy and Daddy got married. It has been a few weeks since EJ sneaked on my bed to check up on me if I was okay but the fighting still continued. Why can't they just stop? Don't they know that this will affect me and EJ?
It was a bright October morning and I felt the urge to puke or something. Then I heard footsteps, I looked behind me and saw my three year-old cousin, Jason, with my brother. EJ was following Jason, assuring that he's not going to fall but Jason was a quick learner. He still trips but not that really often.
"Reh-uhs-may!" Little Jason squealed as he opens his arms to hug me. I was awed and hug my little cousin back. Jason had sparkling blue eyes but black hair. Jason got the eyes from Uncle Jasper while the hair was from Aunt Alice. EJ sat right next to me as I hug Jason.
I pulled away from him and patted his head. "Wow, Jason. You're getting bigger!" I said enthusiastically. Jason giggled, making me want to pinch his cheeks so badly.
"Uh, I-I'll beee tawl dwust wyk daddy!" Jason exclaimed, stuttering the words. My brother and I laughed.
"Yes, you are going to be." I said as I kissed his cheek.
Jason giggled again and we heard someone yell his name. It was a scream, not a yell, and I know that it was Aunt Alice. We looked behind our backs and saw Aunt Alice with Uncle Jasper on her side. Uncle Jasper was supporting half of Aunt Alice's weight since she's going to have another baby.
"Mama!" Jason squealed, running up to his parents. EJ stood up quickly so that if Jason falls, he could easily catch him. Indeed, such a protective brother.
Jason ran up to them and hugged his Mom's legs. Aunt Alice was a small person, according to Uncle Emmett. EJ agreed on that since he's only about four to five inches smaller than Aunt Alice.
"Whoa there Jay." Uncle Jasper said, smiling down at his son. "You don't want Mommy to fall, do you?" Aunt Ali laughed, rolling her eyes. Aunt Ali was a very strong person and I admire her for that.
Jason quickly shook his head, almost as if it's a blur and dropped his arms around his Mom's legs. The family joined us and Uncle Jasper helped Aunt Alice to sit right next to me.
"Hello, Ren." She greeted as she kissed the top of my head. I smiled up at her.
"Hi, Auntie Ali," She giggled. I stared at her tummy and it was big now. "Wow. . . It's so big. When's the baby coming Aunt Ali?" I asked enthusiastically.
"He is coming in a few months, Ren." Then she added seriously, quite joking actually, "And it's not that big. Your Mommy's tummy was bigger before because she had two babies in her."
I nodded and looked at the boys. They were now playing tag and Jason was it. Uncle Jasper pretended to trip, which causes Jason to catch up on him and poke him so that he will be the next victim. But, Uncle Jasper kind of attacked Jason. I mean, he wrapped his arms around his son as Jason squealed.
EJ laughed and Uncle Jasper gestured towards EJ to join in the club. EJ grinned and lay beside the two, laughing. I realized that Daddy never do that to us anymore. He had no more time for us.
"Renesmee?" Aunt Alice asked suddenly. "Are you okay? Why the frown?" She wrapped her shoulder around me, comforting me.
"It's nothing Aunt Ali. I'm just. . . well. . .," I mumbled, not knowing what to say to her.
"Let me guess, it's about your Mom and Dad?" She said. Then I remembered Aunt Rosalie saying that Aunt Ali was a 'psychic' but I know that it was only a joke.
"Yeah," I whispered quietly, looking at the ground.
Aunt Ali sighed. "Renesmee. I already told you this. Everything's going to be okay in the end. I promise. They're just having a misunderstanding."
I thought back all the memories that passed through me as I write in my diary. For once, Aunt Alice was wrong. Things did not become okay in the end. They were horrible. I closed my eyes and sighed, running a hand through my messed up, bronze hair. It has been ten years. . . Can you believe it? Ten freaking years!
Mom and Dad finally had a divorce. That night, I heard a scream in the middle of the night and I started crying again. My eyes were already red from the cries and I was hoping to stop them but they just wouldn't. The morning after, Dad wasn't there. Only Mom, who was crying inside the room. I recalled the times that life was a bitch. It was almost as painful and watching a horror movie. I threw tantrums, not wanting Daddy and Mommy to separate. But with every destruction, I cause more distance with each other. I remembered EJ trying to calm me down as he, too, was crying.
EJ was a cool kid. He takes everything so calm but with the situation that happened ten years ago. He lost it. He runs away from home one evening. It took us three days to find him. He was found in the train station and the police officers guessed that he was really running away.
But that didn't change anything from Mom and Dad. They still separated. Dad got tired of our complains and ended up telling us to shut up. Then Mom had to step in for us because Dad shouted at us. Things ended up horrible there. I was crying, EJ in pain while Mom and Dad bickered with one another.
Aunt Alice gave birth to a boy named Andrew and she volunteered to live with us for a few weeks until all was cleared.
One night, EJ sneaked in my room and we had a conversation.
"If things are going to be. . . not okay and Mom and Dad decides to really live in different places. . . ," EJ whispered as I stared at him anxiously. "I'm going to live with Dad."
My lip quivered. "What do you mean?" EJ sighed, quite angry at the situation.
"Renesmee, think of the possibilities if we only live with one parent. What about the other? We can't just abandon them!" He said. "And we need to keep an eye on things, alright?"
"Why Dad, EJ?" I asked.
EJ sighed once more. "Listen to me, Ren. Dad's always out and if you're going to live with him, I bet you won't survive it. You need care and support Renesmee. Nannies aren't included. What I mean is that you need parents or parent." Tears started flowing as I hiccuped, the realization hitting me.
"But ho-how about you?" I stammered, sniffing.
"I'm going to be alright, Ren. I've experienced being alone from running away. I'm going to survive it. And I'm the oldest, even though I'm older than you for a minute and a half."
I lunged towards EJ and hugged him tightly. My brother was my hero.
I wrapped my fingers around the diary as I stared at the space before me. I was sitting at the bench at free time. I was now in high school and I'm sixteen. A sophomore.
It did happen. EJ went with Dad while I stayed with Mom. Our family was ruined but EJ managed to be in contact with Mom. I remembered Mom's face when EJ decided that he wants to go with Dad. I know that EJ didn't mean to hurt Mom but it was for the best.
I groaned and rubbed my face. I heard laughter a few feet away from me and saw Leah Clearwater and her clique walking by, managing to keep eye contact with me. Bitches. They don't care about feelings.
"Hey, Ren." I heard my childhood best friend's, Claire's, voice. Claire and I have been through with each other. She has supported me since Day One. Including my traumatic behavior ten years ago.
"Hi, C," I greeted her. She smiled and sat down next to me. She eyed the diary and frown. She knew everything I wrote in the diary because I told her. It was mainly about my problems in life.
"Really Renesmee. You gotta forget about it." She told me. I stared at her incredulously.
"How about you? It's not that easy to forget Claire." I told her, bringing my hands to my face again.
"I know. But. . . The pain is away somehow. It used to be filled with sadness and emotion but now --"
"It's filled with love. I get it. You have Quil who loves you." I interrupted, knowing the answer.
"Yes. Hadn't you tried it with Ja --"
"Stop, Claire. Just stop. I'm having a shitty day." I told her. I saw from the corner of my eye that she nodded.
After school, I parked my new car, a new silver Mercedes-Benz E63 AMG Sedan, a gift from my Dad. I rolled my eyes back when I received it. But part of me is appreciating it. I got my license the day I turned sixteen and I was able to drive it to school. From what I know now, Dad was the co-CEO of the company now. Grandpa Carlisle handed it to him and now he's a fuckin' billionaire.
I used to gag whenever he sends us money. We're not that really poor! I hate my Dad. I'm glad that I'm living with my Mom.
It was October, the month that Mom and Dad divorced years ago, and it was slightly cold. Mom and I are still living in the same place where my "family" used to. Dad was the one who went away and lived at another place.
I went inside and didn't see Mom. She was a professor in The University of Washington, which is not that really far away from our place that my "Dad" picked for us.
I quickly went inside my room, sitting at the chair in front of my computer. I opened my email and got three unread mails. The two were from my other friends and the other was from my brother. The last time I had an email with him was about two months ago.
To: Renesmee Cullen
From: EJ Cullen
Subject: Trouble Ahead, Ren!
Dear Renesmee,
I haven't been in touch with you for two months because I am so busy with my studies since my goal is to be a valedictorian this year.
But this is really a problem. I was shocked at first my hearing this and got mad. Now, I don't know if it's the right thing to say this to you or not.
The trouble is that. . . Dad's getting married. With a slut (that's what I think). I hate the girl, seriously Renesmee. It's like I want to feed her to the wolves!
I know after reading this you'll be surely angry but I think it's time we have a REAL conversation, Renesmee. Divorce is horrible but remarrying is even MORE horrible.
Don't tell it to Mom yet. She'll probably have an emotional breakdown again.
I love you and tell Mom that I love her too
Love,
EJ
And again: I hate my fucking father. My heart was pounding in my chest. My blood boiling through my veins. All I see was red. How dare he! Why the hell would he do this!? Hot tears flowed again and I scream in agony. I don't want to be crying again! I wasted too much tears.
I didn't even bother to reply because I'm so angry. I wanted to break something or better yet, kill someone.
I turned the computer off in a not correct way and went insane. I slapped my hands on the wall, feeling the sting of pain ripped through my hands. I sobbed and decided to crawl to the corner. I wrapped my arms around my knees and began sobbing.
EJ was feeling the same way too. And he was right, if I immediately tell this to Mom - she would be in trauma for sure. I know that she still loves Dad because I saw Dad's picture hiding beneath Mom's pillow. And I would sometimes catch her staring at it. It hurts. It really fucking hurts. I had pain before then it went away. Then I had again, from losing someone then now this again.
Life's a bitch.
I stood up after an hour sulking, my legs slightly wobbling from being numb, and felt the need to wash my face. When I was in the bathroom, I opened the faucet and washed my face roughly, preventing the tears from spilling once again. I didn't even bother to dry my face as I looked at the mirror.
My eyes were slightly red from crying.
Shit. I don't want to cry again. I don't want to be vulnerable. I don't want to feel weak. I am sick of people treating me like I was a piece of shit. I am a grown up now. I made my own decisions.
I am free now. Just like my brother EJ.
I'm Renesmee Cullen. I'm sixteen. My parents are divorced and my brother just told me my father is remarrying a slut. But I think I'll be crashing the party anytime soon.
