Bella's pov

"Bella." said Alice somberly, looking up from her book, "Charlie knows."

"What?" I screamed. "When? How?" I was completely horrified. How could this have happened? Did Renesmee do anything? Was she okay? Millions of images of what could have happened swirled around my head, each more horrifying than the one before it. I tried to focus on Alice so that I could learn the full story, but my brain wouldn't cooperate. Finally, Alice put a hand on my shoulder, drawing me back to reality.

"They went on a walk. Charlie saw Stefan." Alice's voice trailed off after mentioning Stefan. Stefan was one of the most stereotypical vampires I had ever seen, with his Romanian accent and burgundy eyes. Charlie would have inevitably realized something.
"Did Stefan try to hurt Charlie?" I demanded, my voice rising. Charlie wouldn't stand a chance against the ancient vampire, even with Renesmee…. Renesmee!

"Is Renesmee okay?" When Alice didn't answer immediately, I asked again. This time I spoke more forcefully, the words contorting in my mouth and coming out in a series of growls.

That got Alice's attention. "Yes!" she said quickly. "She's upset, but otherwise she's alright."

That calmed me down significantly, and I was able to focus enough to ask Alice exactly what had happened.

"Well," she said, "Charlie and Renesmee went for a walk in the woods. Stefan ran over to them."

I winced, not knowing where the story was going.

"Stefan told Renesmee that he was going to Italy, and he asked if any of us would come."

I hissed. How could he ask us to risk our lives on a suicide mission with him?

"Don't worry," Alice said, trying to reassure me, "Stefan gave up on that idea pretty quickly. Renesmee was really brave telling him off. I never thought I would see the day Stefan got a talking to from a six year old." Alice smiled at me, but I did not return the gesture.

"Keep talking."

"Okay, so Stefan finally gave up trying to get us as recruits. He gave a poetic speech about dying for what he believed, then he left." Alice rolled her eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. "Stefan had been throwing some hints around about vampires. He mentioned that Vladimir was 'hunting,' and he told Nessie that she wasn't a real vampire. Earlier that day Renesmee had mentioned that Carlisle was older than Charlie. I guess Charlie had finally had enough omissions and half truths, because he asked Renesmee what she was."

My lungs were tight even though I didn't technically need to breathe. "What did she say?" I already knew the answer, but I wanted to hear it out loud to be sure.

"The truth." said Alice, bowing her head. "Charlie ran away. He's hiding in his house now, and Renesmee is still in the forest."

I slumped on my armchair, putting my head into my hands, my hair sweeping the floor. I had been so convicted that Charlie would never learn the full truth. I didn't allow myself too much time for self pity though. There were some logistics to be discussed. I swallowed before speaking.

"Will he tell anyone?"

Alice's eyes glazed over for a few minutes. After what seemed like forever she shook her head. "No. He wouldn't do that to you. Besides, he knows no one would believe him. He's considering talking to Billy or Sue, but they already know so that wouldn't matter."

I nodded. That was a relief. I was still upset Charlie had ran, but at least he wouldn't put himself or us in more danger by telling anyone what he had learned.

"So what should we do?" I asked tentatively. The right thing to do would leave, and if that was what Charlie wanted, I would oblige. I wanted to say goodbye to him first though. I wanted to make sure he never wanted to see me again. To tell him I loved him. To tell him all of the things I hadn't been allowed to say before. I braced myself for Alice's answer.

"We should stay here. Charlie's not ready to see us yet, but I think he will want to eventually. With time he'll be able to accept this new information. And he has great friends like Sue to help him process what happened, and to answer his questions until he's ready." Alice looked me in the eye. "Everything will be okay. Now we need to get Renesmee. She's upset, and she thinks this is her fault. You go find her while I call Edward and explain what happened."

I immediately moved on from self pity. I needed to comfort my daughter. I forgot about being upset, and instead focused on her. I stood up and put shoes on, to busy to care that they were the awful strappy heels Alice had boughten me. I rushed out the door and ran, wind and leaves swirling behind me. My shoes dug into the frozen dirt, but much to my chagrin did not break. My unbuttoned sweater flapped behind me, but did not blow away. In under three minutes I was surrounded by trees in the forest outside my old home.

I sniffed the air, trying to locate Renesmee's scent. I could smell the damp leaves on the ground and the tangy smell of a couple deer off in the distance. Under those more prominent smells I could also smell the trail Charlie had left behind, as well as the stronger, sweeter scent of Renesmee. I could tell she was somewhere to my left.

I turned and ran half a mile in that direction. I ran even faster than I had before, determined to find my daughter as quickly as possible. Renesmee's scent grew stronger and stronger as I ran, and when I finally stopped, I could see her quivering figure off in the distance.

Renesmee's shoulders were shaking, and her hair hung over her face. I could tell she was crying. I walked up behind her, and slowly wrapped my arms around her thin waist. She turned into me, and I held her as she cried. "I'm so sorry," she bawled. "I shouldn't have asked Charlie to go on a walk. I shouldn't have told him the truth. This is all my fault." Renesmee sniffed, hot tears cascading down her face.

I shushed Renesmee, stroking her back. "It's not your fault." I murmured. "There's no way you could have known what was going to happen. You did everything right with Stefan. It's all going to be okay."

Renesmee didn't look convinced, but she stopped crying and stood up. "May we go home?" She begged, her voice shaking slightly.

"Of course Sweetie," I responded. "Here, I'll carry you." I picked Renesmee up and ran. As the trees flew by us, Renesmee's breathing slowed, and her chest stopped shaking. By the time we ran up towards the front steps of our cottage she was almost completely calm save for the occasional moan or hiccup. Edward stood on the top step waiting to greet us.

Without waiting to say anything, Edward pulled me and Renesmee into a tight embrace. We just stood there like that for several minutes.

Edward was the one who broke the silence. "Now we wait." He stated calmly. "This situation is out of our control, so there's no sense worrying."

Renesmee, who was still convinced that everything her fault, pressed her small palm to Edward's face. She wanted a second opinion. She wasn't satisfied with my reassurances.

After Renesmee was finished showing him what happened, like I had, Edward told her that this wasn't her fault. Edward worked his fingers through Renesmee's long curls, and he squeezed her shoulders. Though Renesmee still didn't believe what had happened with Charlie wasn't her fault, she let it go. She walked inside and picked up a book. I knew Renesmee would want to talk more about what had happened later, but for now I gave her her space.

I needed to talk to Edward privately. I wanted know what he thought we should do. I'd heard Alice's opinion, but I wanted to know his. But I also didn't want to leave Renesmee unsupervised in the house, and I knew no matter how many closed doors were between us she could still hear whatever I said. As if my wishes had been answered, at that moment Jacob rushed towards us.

"Is Nessie okay?" he demanded looking urgently at me.

"She's upset, but she'll be alright. Would you like to talk to her?" I hoped he would say yes, because it would give me an excuse to leave.

Jacob didn't even bother to respond. He brushed past me and marched into my house, not even bothering to remove his shoes. On any other occasion I would have been annoyed, but at the moment a muddy carpet was the least of my concern.

The second Jacob left I grabbed Edward's hand and pulled him away from the house. When we were out of Renesmee range of hearing, I finally asked him what he thought we should do.

His response surprised me. I had thought he would want to leave to be absolutely safe, but he agreed with Alice. Edward told me that from reading Charlie's thoughts, he knew that Charlie was too much like me to be scared off by a bunch of vampires. But more importantly, Charlie loved me. He loved me too much to let me go because I had "changed." If anyone else had told me this, I would have scoffed. But when Edward spoke, his eyes were pools of sincere molten gold, and his voice was soft and convincing. I couldn't help but to trust him, and after kissing him gently we walked home together. We would have to wait to see what would happen with Charlie. That's all we were able to do.

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