Okay, so this was just a story that I had been thinking about for a while, and then during a show of the worlds most boring play EVER, i decided i might as well put it up and see what you all think. In the books, Renesmee is always seen as a golden child, really perfect. I just wondered what would happen if Renesmee didn't actually like her life with the Cullen's. So I started writing- and this is what I got.

Enjoy!! xx

Renesmee's Point of View

Jacob was hovering again.

I could see him out of the cottage window, sat at the bottom of the huge oak tree. He was in human form again, and only wearing a thin red top and jeans, even though the cold night wind was cutting through the forest.

I sighed, and drew back before he saw me watching him. If he noticed me, he'd be up here in a second, seeing if he could get me anything, asking me why I wasn't asleep yet… It was like having a constant babysitter! He was always right there. Whenever I did anything remotely dangerous in his opinion, like walking along a three centimetre high wall or swimming in the lake, he'd be there, with his brow creased in worry, and his teeth tearing nervously at the skin on his thumb. He'd scamper over to my mum, and hiss, "Should she be doing that?" under his breath. As if I couldn't hear him! I had as good hearing as both of my parents, or anybody else in the family, for that matter.

I looked around my bedroom with a sigh. It was the same one that I had been given when I was born. The second, and largest bedroom in the small cottage in the middle of the forest.

I loved it. It had changed with me, grown up at the same time. I'd just lately redone it. Alice, my aunt, had wanted to help me, but I wanted it to be my room, to reflect me. I'd pained the walls a dark black, then had used my ever steady hand to paint a perfectly straight strip of silver at the top of the wall, rimming the room. I'd ordered a new bed over the internet, and struggled with the instructions of how to put it up- but I didn't ask for help. I didn't want their help.

I had looked around my brand new bedroom, and almost smiled.

It showed my real age now, which was sixteen from last week. I'd been looking forward to turning sixteen. It had come a lot faster to me than to an average human, but it was still real. Still counted.

I went and flopped on to my bed, shutting my eyes. I could still feel him out there, even though I could no longer see him. He wouldn't leave. Not until mum and dad got home from the main family home across the river. They hadn't wanted to leave me, but I had insisted. I knew that Grandma Esme missed them.

And as soon as they had left, Jacob had popped up from nowhere, and settled down at the bottom of his tree. With another groan, I turned on to my back, and frowned at the ceiling.

I had never been alone in my life. There had always been somebody there- mum, dad, Alice, Jasper, Emmet, Rosalie, my grandparents - and Jacob. Always, always Jacob.

He had been there from the moment I was born- before even. It seemed sort of unfair to me that my life had already been planned out for me before I was even born. I hadn't even entered the world before the fates had decided that Jacob was the man that I would spend my life with. Longer than my life- forever. I would never have another boyfriend, because that would tear Jacob up too much, and also I would never feel the same pull towards any other boy as I knew I would soon start feeling for Jacob.

How many years would I have left of freedom before I started looking at him the way my dad looked at my mum? Before my heart no longer belonged to me anymore? I had seen the way my parents looked at each other- with such love burning in their eyes that you felt you had to look away as it was too private a moment to intrude upon. And I knew that someday, I would look at Jacob like that.

I wrinkled my nose. Jacob! He was like my brother! He had been my best friend when I was little, had played with me constantly, had let me fall asleep in his arms. He had been there the first time I had gone hunting, had seen me through all the embarrassing parts of my life that the man you're going to live the rest of your life with should never know about. I loved him, yes- but, at the moment, it was only in the same, harmless way that I loved my uncle's, or my dad. I loved spending time with him when he wasn't being so overprotective, and I knew that I would never in a million years be able to live without him, just as he would never be able to live without me, but sometimes, I just wished that I hadn't met him yet. I wished that I could have lived my childhood with just my family, then, maybe in a couple of years or so, have met him. That would have been perfect. We would have fallen in love at once, and I would then have been able to give my heart to him properly, without knowing that it had never actually belonged to me in the first place.

I just wish that I had had one year, one month, one day of knowing that my heart was mine, and I could give it to anyone I wanted to.

I had once mentioned my feelings to mum, and she had smiled sadly at me, making my face go all hot. She'd stroked my soft black hair, then hugged me close for a moment.

"Your heart always belongs to you." She whispered in my ear. I'd flinched away from her unexpected closeness, hating it.

"Yours doesn't." I pointed out.

She shook her head. "That's not what I meant. I meant that you do have the choice. I chose to love your dad, and no matter what people say, you still have the choice."

But she was wrong. She didn't understand. No matter what I did, and no matter what I said- I would never be aloud to choose.

I got off my bed again, and went back over to the window, looking out in to the dark. I could hear mum and dad approaching. They were coming back, but not running. Just walking at normal human speed.

Jacob heard them, too, and stood up, looking regretfully up to my window. I quickly side stepped out of his line of vision, and he sighed. At once, I felt guilty, but by the time I had moved back out in to the open, mum and dad had entered the clearing, and he had turned away.

"Hey, Jake." My mum greeted him cheerfully. She had her arm around dad, and smiled when she saw Jacob.

"Hello." Dad said, a little less warmly. I didn't know what the problem between dad and Jacob was- nobody had ever wanted to tell me, but I didn't mind. I wasn't sure I really wanted to know.

"Thanks for staying, Jake," Mum continued. "You didn't have to. She would have been fine alone. She's got a very strong opinion about that!"

Yeah! I thought irritably.

"I don't mind." Jacob replied, and his answer was heart felt. He glanced up at my window again. "Say goodbye to her for me if she wakes up, okay?"

"Sure." Mum smiled, then waved him off.

Mum and Dad watched him go, then over to the house and let themselves in, as silent as the night.

I sighed and sat back down on my bed. Jacob was gone, and mum and dad were back. But I still wasn't alone.

****

Naturally, Jake was the first person I saw the next day.

He appeared at the door to our cottage, his face lighting up with excitement as he spotted me sat alone in the dining room. I self consciously glanced down. I was only wearing one of dad's old red shirts and a pair of shorts, which I usually slept in, and my dark hair was a mess.

I felt a flicker of annoyance as he pushed open the small door and bounced inside. Would it kill him to knock? And did he always have to be so cheerful? I mean, it had been what, five hours since he'd last seen me? Why did he always have to make it seem as though it had been years?

"Hey Nessie!" He said joyfully, throwing himself into a chair opposite me, totally oblivious to my bad mood- as usual.

"It's Renesmee." I said coolly. It was too early to bother with politeness. His musky, woody smell washed over me, and I wrinkled up my nose, and pushed my own chair away from the table, standing up. "Who thought up that stupid nick name anyway?" I added irritably.

I turned back in time to see Jacob's face fall. "Me." He said quietly.

I tried to muster up some sort of guilt at seeing him so hurt, but my anger over rode it. What did he expect? For me to be pleased that he had decided that I looked enough like the bloody loch ness monster to be named after it? Oh yes, I was so flattered. And this was coming from the guy who was supposed to be in love with me.

Though, I guess I didn't have a lot to thank my parents for either. Renesmee! Who holds their baby for the first time and is in such a bad mood that they I think, 'I know what will make her life hell! I'll call her some dumb ass name like Renesmee!'

I sounded like some sort of fricking fairy tale character. Like Repunzel. Or Snow White.

"Do you want a drink or something?" I muttered finally after the silence became awkward.

"I'll get it." Jacob said, jumping up as I reached for the kettle.

"I'm fine."

Jacob shook his head and prised the kettle from my hands with a small smile. "I'll do it." He said. Some small part of me realised he was only trying to be sweet, but anger was, as usual, the first emotion to surface.

I shoved the mug at his chest, knocking him backwards into the cabinet.

"Fine!" I hissed. "You do it then!"

And then I turned on my heel and marched right out the room, taking the stairs three at a time, and racing straight through to my bedroom. I slammed the door as hard as I could, so that it bounced twice before finally snapping shut.

Anger still pumping through me, I tore off my dad's old shirt and tugged on my tight skinny black jeans with a thick hoodie from some designer in New York. I didn't brother to memorise all the labels like my aunt Alice did. Turned out I was just as much of a disappointment to her as my mother was.

I was a disappointment to everyone.

With the last thought burning a hole in my heart, I stormed back down the stairs. Mum and dad were still in their bedroom, with the door tightly closed. I had learnt long ago that while the door was closed, if I didn't want my eyes burned out, it was probably better if I avoided going in at all costs, so I just hammered loudly on the door. The wood gave way a little, splintering under my fists and I growled loudly.

"Mum! Dad! I'm going out, 'kay?" I called, not bothering to raise my voice properly. They would hear me if I whispered. I turned to go, but before I could do three steps, the door was flung open, and mum stood on the threshold, tying a dressing gown around her waist.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

I shrugged. "Dunno."

Mum exhaled impatiently through her nose. "Come on, honey. I can't just let you run off on your own. You know that."

"Why not?" I demanded. "I'm sixteen, not four! What do you think I'm going to do- go out and get drunk with all my mates? Yeah, because I just have so many of them, don't I?" I scoffed.

Mum's brow furrowed as dad appeared beside her, wrapping his arm almost automatically around her waist.

I'd never had a single friend in my life. Leave out all my family members, and Jake was the only other one I'd ever hung around with. And he pissed me off so often that that could hardly be counted as friendship.

I think everyone had had some crazy idea that once I was born, the vampires and the werewolves would kind of mix- but it hadn't been like that at all. We still all avoided each other like a plague. In fact, I don't think I'd ever even met the people who Jake calls his family. He had suggested it more than once, but I guess I could just never be bothered.

Mum stretched out a hand and rested it on my shoulder, looking worried. "You alright, Nessie?"

No! I wanted to scream. Of course I'm not alright! I wanted to rage and storm at her. I wanted to punch down this stupid little house and flatten every single one of my family members for keeping me locked up like this, for making me me.

When I was a baby, and they'd first realised how fast I would be growing, they'd quickly concluded that I would never be able to go to school. Never be able to join any clubs or groups. Practically never be able to do anything.

I was the child everyone had always dreamt of, so I was loved desperately. Too desperately. I was stifled, suffocated, trapped.

And I hated them for it.

I hated my dad for getting my mum pregnant. I hated my mum for bringing Jacob into my life. I hated so much, too much. Sometimes, I would wake up in the middle of the night- and it would scare me when I thought of just how much anger I had stored up inside of me.

I was like a dormant volcano.

But everyone knows that volcano's have to erupt sometimes. And just sometimes, I wondered just how much damage I was going to cause when I did finally introduce my family to the real Renesmee Carlie Cullen.

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