My Jacob. My Jacob. He's mine. Not hers. Mine. That was all that was running through Nessie's poor, spoiled brain. Leah and Jacob were discussing names for that abomination they called their daughter.
Daughter. Nessie wanted one. But not one that was half Leah. She wanted a pretty daughter, who had Jacob's eyes and Nessie's hair, had Jacob's russet skin, but Renesmee's softness. All she could imagine, though, when she thought of a daughter, wasn't a daughter, but a stepdaughter. One who had Leah's mouth and Jacob's eyes, and Leah's nose, and Jacob's habits.
She heard Leah laugh, strained to catch the small snort that was almost non-existent to human ears. What did she have that Nessie didn't? Nessie was perfect. She was smart, she was gorgeous, she could give him cars; she could give him anything he wanted.
Ness flinched when she heard Jacob's booming laughter join Leah's. Something funny must have occurred, but she didn't hear it. That's the way it was when Leah was around. He sent Nessie away, and seemed totally content with the she-wolf.
"So, her name's going to be Erin?" Erin. What a stupid name. Leah probably came up with it. Ness had to get out of here, away from the future family. Jacob could have Leah. She didn't need them. He could have his life without her.
With that thought in mind, Renesmee Cullen flitted to the cottage she shared with her parents, packed a small bag and quickly wrote a note in her flowing handwriting:
Mother, Father, Jacob, and to whom else it may concern:
I'm leaving on a journey to find myself. Don't bother coming after me, as I'll just refuse to come back. This is what I want. I love you.
Sincerely,
Renesmee' Carlie Cullen