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Renesmee POV
"I don't wanna go to Forks!" I whined.
My mom, Bella, and my dad, Edward were standing in front of me looking stone-faced. My dad spoke up first, "Renesmee, we haven't seen Charlie in 10 years. We're going and that's that. Two weeks in Forks isn't going to kill you."
As soon as I was born, we took off from Forks, we couldn't risk the wolves wanting to kill me. We moved to Canada, a rainy little town. My parents and I lived in a huge house with my aunts, Rose and Alice, uncles, Jasper and Emmett, and Grandparents, Carlisle and Esme.
I stopped growing when I was 8. My appearance is around 16 or 17, but that's not what my Id says. Emmett took it upon himself to get me an ID that says I'm 21. He just wants to see what I'm like when I'm drunk. Over my 10 years of life, I learned how to project my thoughts, now I didn't need skin contact. I also learned how to block my dad. That was very useful.
I don't remember anyone from Forks very well, I knew my mom's dad was dying to meet me. Mom didn't tell me anything about her past with the wolves, I knew Jacob Black was her best friend at one point, but he didn't like her anymore. I knew nothing about him, not his appearance, not why they became friends, nothing!
"I don't waaaaant to!" I complained, "Alice told me she had a vision of you two going some where for awhile so you could do the dirty. I don't want to be alone with a man I've never met!"
My parents exchanged looks, my mom went to go find Alice and beat the shit out of her for saying anything. While and dad drew me in for a hug, "Renesmee, you're not a child, you'll be fine with Charlie, I promise."
And after about a 2 hour drive we were pulling up to Charlie's house. The first day was awkward, Charlie didn't know what to make of me, I'm sure he noticed that I look exactly like Edward and Bella combined. But he didn't lead on that he knew anything.
After the first day my mom and dad took off to somewhere to…ew. I was sitting in the living room watching a movie when Charlie came down stairs, "Hey kid." He said awkwardly.
"Hey, Charlie." I called him that instead of grandpa because I was posing as Edward's niece.
"So, um, I'm going on an over night fishing trip, do you want to come, or…?" he asked.
I laughed inwardly, "No, I'll be good by myself. I think I might explore Port Angeles tonight or something."
"Oh, ok!" he sounded happy I wasn't coming, "Be careful."
"I will." I promised.
Charlie spent the next few minutes gathering stuff for his trip, on his way out the door he turned to me, "Now, I don't exactly know what's going on. But I know I'm not being told the whole truth, and I like it that way. And I am perceptive enough to see that you are my biological granddaughter, some how. And I love you." He finished awkwardly before running out the door.
I stared after him and laughed. Wow. As soon as I asuured myself that Charlie was gone, I raced up to my room and changed into a black dress paired with some pumps.
I ran out into the woods and walked into the first bar I saw in Port Angeles, it was an Irish pub, how cute…
I walked right up to the bar and sat down next to some blonde lady.
"Can I get you some thing?" the bartender asked me doubtfully.
"Martini." I aid with a few eye-lash bats and a 'Cullen' smile.
The man's heart skipped a beat, he liked that I was flirting with him. Ew, he's like, 30. "ID, please." He said. I fished around in my purse and showed my expertly made fake ID, stating that I was 21. He pursed his lips and nodded. After a few moments he handed me my drink.
I was starting to drink at age 10. A few guys tried to pick me up, but I turned them all down. The blonde lady, Cassie, struck up a conversation with me after about an hour. I kept ordering drinks, I was starting to get a little tipsy.
I contemplated leaving when I heard a deep, sexy voice from behind me, "Hey, can I buy you a drink?" I sensed there were two big men behind me. I turned around and made eye contact with the bigger of the two right away. Wow. Hottest guy ever.
He was staring at me with wide eyes and an open mouth.
"So how about it?" the other guy prodded.
I tore my gaze from Mr. Tall-dark-and-handsome, to the shorter Mr. Tall-dark-and-handsome. I offered him a flirty laugh. But his attention was focused on his friend now.