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Chapter 2: Renesmee Cullen/ Platt
RPOV
My life?
Horrible, but I'm not complaining.
As long as I had clothes, food and a roof over my head I was good.
You're probably thinking what could be so bad? I committed suicide. Well, attempted.
My mom, Esme, and step-dad, Phil, went out that one night without me because I think that they knew that I was anti-social. Not really fun to be around. Usually depressed and... quiet.
I hardly ever got out of my tiny house much. My mom is always sad to see me so depressed and lonely. I was the complete opposite of this before the age of ten. I was always the happy, dimply little girly-girl with a great life. Like that little girl from those Eloise movies.
But at the age of nine, a few days before my tenth birthday he died. My real dad, Carlisle. After the murder I was never the same.
I was there.
I saw him get killed. At nine years old.
Memories still haunted me. I could still hear his loud scream through the night. Only I was kidnapped they were careless about Daddy. I really didn't see him get... well... you know. The blindfold was on my eyes then but it was enough to make a seventeen year old run for cover.
I'm... getting off topic.
That night Phil and Mom were out for whatever reason. As soon as mom married Phil, he hated me. Did I care...not really.
He started to hit me and force me to do everything around the house. Like I said earlier I'm not complaining. I never, ever wore short selves or tank tops or even three quarter selves. I didn't want to put my mom's re-marriage on the strain.
I had to cover up the bruises or whatever was there so my mom wouldn't be sad. So, I went with another motive.
It would have worked until Momma caught me with one of the kitchen knives held over my wrist. She practically threw me into the car to get to the hospital, crying the whole way. I didn't.
I couldn't. I couldn't stand to let her see me cry because it would make things worse.
So, now I have a psychologist and on the first day he brought a guy with him, great. He was handsome, the son.
I could just see his future somehow. A big white house with a pretty wife and three beautiful kids running around a big green yard and him having a good job.
Perfect.
Mine? It was just... black. I couldn't see anything.
The complete opposite.
"Renesmee? Sweetheart? The doctor's here," I heard my mother's sweet, soothing voice call me.
I looked up from my Calculus homework. Oh, I forgot to mention that I was home schooled by my mom. See? Anti-social.
"Okay," I muttered, emotionless. I got up from my small bed and walked slowly out of my bedroom. Mom was walking in front of me down the small white hallway; it was really on five feet in length.
I turned the corner- well, okay I stood by the corner with my hand clenched on the wall looking at Mr. Black and his son wearily. I studied them.
Mr. Black looked professional wearing a button down shirt and black pants with some nice looking shoes. He had long black hair which I thought was odd until Mom told me that they were Native American.
The son looked well. His hair was short and a silky black color that was cropped. He had a leather jacket, some jeans and a blue shirt. Designer or whatever no doubt.
I exhaled through my small nose sadly in comparison. I was wearing some cheap, faded jeans and a long sleeved Henley from Wal-mart. I probably looked like a mess with my hair in a ponytail- which I try my hardest to keep straight- and pale, pasty see-through skin.
They boy looked at me with a creepy, yet sweet smile that set me off. The same one he gave me yesterday.
"How are you today, Renesmee?" Dr. Black asked me politely.
"Fine," I murmured silently. The son grinned when I looked at him for a split second. Only he didn't know that it was out of a slight hint of fear. I had no idea why.
Maybe it was the insecurity getting to my head.
Mr. Black looked between our glance and cleared his throat. I relaxed when his son took his eyes off of me.
"I didn't get a chance to introduce you to Jacob sweetheart." Mom mentioned.
Jacob?
Oh! It was Mr. Black's son!
Jacob Black.
I nodded my head and stepped slowly about one inch away from the wall between the living room and hall. "Hi."
Jacob looked back at me and smiled. I blushed deeply on command.
"Alright let's start." Mr. Black said. "Well- actually I need to speak to your mother alone. Maybe Jacob could take her out to Port Angeles for a little while. About an hour or two?"
About an hour or two?
I didn't want to spend more than one or two minutes with Jacob. I looked at my mom for help. She looked back at before asking, "She'll be safe?"
I mouth was agape. Unbelievable!
Mr. Black nodded his head instantly. "Oh, of course. I put all of my trust in his hands."
"Well... alright then." WHAT! How could she do this to me?
Maybe I could convince her otherwise...
"So where are we headed?" Jacob asked as we had just entered Port Angeles. So as you can see I couldn't convince my mother.
I kept my head down and thought of somewhere no one could speak a word.
Mc Donald's? No, too many people would stare at me like I was a whack job, which I was.
Movie theater? No, too crowded.
Border's? Yes, absolute silence.
"Border's?" I suggested silently, keeping my head down trying to avoid his awed stare. Why did he keep doing that?
"Okay, anything else? Are you hungry? We could stop at Bella Italia," he kept talking to me. I shook my head 'no'. I felt the car stop as he turned it off. I sighed and closed my eyes. I heard him get out and I followed suit.
I walked to the door trying to get in and away from him but he beat me to it. Jacob opened the door with a grin. I put my head back down and walked in. I could just feel Jacob breathing down my neck but I didn't dare turn my head to find out.
I walked over to the 'N' section so I could find the best book. It was by Nathaniel Hawthorne.
The Scarlet letter.
I walked over to a couch and opened it. Actually why didn't I buy this sometime? I turned the back to reveal the price being twenty dollars. I couldn't afford it. I exhaled through my nose and waled back over to the shelf to put it back. I began looking for Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. This time I checked the price beforehand. Crap seventeen-ninety-nine.
I looked through every great classical book there was- Beloved by Toni Morrison, Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell, A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens and even more. They were all out of my price range- not that I had a price...
"I could buy some for you," I heard Jacob's insisting voice from behind me and I let out a loud gasp. I turned around and felt my mouth open wide.
Oh! How can I answer! I didn't want to speak to him at all and here I am!
"Uh," I stuttered stupidly," no thanks."
I put my head down quickly and walked away. I paced over to the nearest clock and read the time. Mr. Black had come at five o'clock and now it was almost eight. Well, a half an hour to eight. How long did it take two people to talk?
It was like Jacob answered my question without me saying it. "My dad said we have to go."
I nodded and followed him out the door. He held my door open again like when we had entered. Still creeped me out.
Things went by very fast and before I knew it I was back home in my small bedroom. Thankfully, I was spared because even though tomorrow was Monday I wouldn't be seeing Mr. Black or Jacob. I just couldn't figure Jacob out. Was he interested in me...?
No! It couldn't be! What in God's name would a guy like him want a girl like me? I wasn't rich and I probably wouldn't make it into collage. He'd probably want someone with a good education, background and nice house.
I on the other hand a had no education-I was home schooled said earlier- and not so good background-well, just Phil my mom was the best person on the planet- and I had the smallest house known to man.
Why am I still thinking about Jacob? I could be...? Could I...? I mean he is handsome. And he looked smart and sweet. He also seemed to have good manners that most guys don't.
Stop! Stop thinking about someone who'll you'll never get a chance with! I thought to myself.
And with that I fell asleep almost instantly.
Yeah, kinda fast chapter so srry about tht. I also deleted Eternal but don't worry when I'm done with this i'll start re-writing it! The first few chapters were childishly written and I apologise for tht and thank u for adding me on author alerts, faves, story alerts and ur reviews mean alot 2 me. But if u could recommend this or something like tht i would REALLY appreciate it!
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