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Chapter 3: Daddy's Girl?

Melony's POV

I followed Edward outside. To be honest I had no idea why I was out here. I barely knew the guy. Plus, my boyfriend, my best friend, my best friend's boyfriend, and my other best friend hated this guy. We stopped just short of the dark woods. He turned to face me. I looked at him, expressionless.

"Um. . . I have no idea how to say this," he began. I leaned on my hip, placed a hand on it, and tapped my foot impatiently.

"Can we just get on with this?" I asked.

"What was your mother's name?" he asked. I was taken aback. I hadn't expected this.

"Um. . . Elizabeth, why?" He just nodded.

"What was your father's name?" he asked. I stared at him, confused then I glared.

"Edward," I said. Then I added quickly, "But he was born around the same time you were and the name was really popular back then so it's really not a big deal." That didn't exactly help much, did it?

"Um. . . Melony? I think that, well. . . I think that---" I cut him off.

"If you think that you're my father then, you're very wrong. My dad was killed by the Volturi." He smiled.

"I can prove it." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, right." I started to walk away. This guy was crazy.

"Together we'll be, oh how I wish forever." I froze. "In our own little world of bliss, peace, unity, harmony, love..." I turned around slowly, my eyes filling with tears threatening to spill over at the brim. "Forever."

"And ever and ever and ever," I finished. I ran to him and hugged him tightly. This was so weird. Now I though of him as more of a brother figure than as dad. Weird! I realized something then took a step back. I hit him on the chest.

"Why didn't you look for me?!" I yelled.

"I did, but by the time they let me go you were long gone."

"Oh." I hugged him again. He laughed and kissed my hair.

"I've really missed you." I smiled.

"Yeah, me too. Um. . . I think that I should go. I'll see you later, okay." He nodded. I started to walk back to the house. I heard him whispering our rhyme. "Forever."

I laid my head on Nessie's lap as Bella drove the car. She looked in the mirror.

"Please sit up," she said. "You're making me nervous." I sighed and sat up, sitting against the window. "Back to the seat, seat belt on, the safety mechanisms used iin a car, Mel." I sigh again, this time frustrated. i sit back and put my seat belt on. We were on our way to the Cullen's house for some "bonding". Nessie had complained.

"I don't wanna go!" she whined. I rolled my eyes.

"Ness, I have the greatest news to tell you though!" I said. She pouted, waiting for me.

"We're half sisters!" She squealed and picked me up. Then she put me down.

"What? How? Tell me, tell me, tell me!" I sighed.

"Well, my mom's name is Elizabeth and she died giving birth to me, but Edward is my dad. Him and his family raised me until I was physically thirteen. Then the Volturi came and I though they had killed my dad but they actually didn't. I had ran off before I could actually see it. They then offered me a place in the guard but I refused. It's very complicated." I took a deep breath waited for her reaction.

"Ewww! You're old!" Not the reaction I was expecting. She laughed. "This is awesome!"

Now we were going to spend some quality time with our "daddy". Nessie was nervous. I assured her that they would love her as they loved me. Either way, she demanded that I tell her everything about them.

"Emmett seems scary, but really he's just a big, cuddly teddy bear. Jasper is sweet, kind of quiet, kind of shy. Him and Emmett play pranks on Edward a lot. Alice is the little pixie who loves to shop. She's light-hearted and just so much fun. Rosalie is the perfect blond. She's beautiful and I love her. She's girly and all but she loves cars and working on them is her hobby. I helped her sometimes." She laughed at one prank I told her about Jasper and Emmett in which I was an accomplice.

Flashback: Melony and The Prank That Gave Edward A Heart-Attack

"Are you ready, baby girl?" Uncle Jasper asked me. I nodded. He kissed the top of my head and closed the trunk. I could hear him as he went downstairs where Daddy was playing the piano.

"Edward, have you seen Mel?" he asked Daddy.

"No, I have not. Why?"

"Well, I haven't seen her anywhere. I searched the entire house for her, but she's nowhere to be found."

My father hopped up from the piano and ran through the entire house calling my name. "Melony!" It was hard for me not to snicker.

Daddy asked Alice and Rosalie who said no and since they were not in on the prank it was more believable. Emmett asked Edward what was up.

"Melony is missing!" my dad said, franticly.

"Edward? I think you should see this," Jasper called from the garage. I could hear my father and Emmett run down to the garage.

"Melony!" my father yelled. "Why?" That was my cue. I climbed out of the trunk and down to the garage at vampire speed. I stood staring at my father, leaning against the doorway of the garage. Jasper had made my "death" very believable. He had gotten some blood and sprayed it with my favorite perfume and it even smelled like my blood as Jasper smelt it.

"Daddy?" I asked innocently as Jasper had instructed. "What are you doing?"

Emmett ran over to me and wrapped me in a tight hug. "Melony! I'm so happy you're alive!" I pretended to go limp in my uncle's arms.

My father roared. "Emmett, you've killed her for real!" Emmett laid me on the ground and pumped my chest.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooo!" he yelled in agony, complete with the head thrown back staring into nothing, the hands curled, and the arms half-way thrown up.

I popped up then. "Ta da!"

My dad screamed and jumped back. "Jasper! Emmett!" He chased my uncles through the entire house while they laughed like maniacs. Daddy would never chase me because they had simply used me to get to him and I was just wanting to do something with my uncles. He was dead wrong. I was fully aware of what they were asking me to do and I agreed to do it because it would be funny. My father was so naive when it came to his "little girl".

We pulled up into the driveway of their mansion. I got out of the car and Nessie got out the other side. The place was huge! A great, big, white mansion and living with this family when I was, if I remembered correctly, the inside was going to be even more huge. I was right. It was just like I remembered it. They even had the glass back door that Daddy had thrown Uncle Emmett through countless times. I remember one time very distinctly. I had been at the physical age of eight but mentally passed it.

Flashback: Mel's Scarred

I approached Uncle Emmett with my question in mind.

"Uncle Emmett?" I asked, quietly in that adorable voice that could not be told no.

"Yes, squirt," he answered.

"Can I ask you a question?" He nodded.

"Well. . . what are those noises that come from you and Aunt Roses room?" I waited patiently. He burst out laughing. His booming laughter echoing through the house.

"Well. . . ," he started, still laughing. "It's called---" he flew through the glass back door. Daddy had thrown him through it. Uncle Emmett was still booming out laughter. I turned to my father, who's eyes were flashing with anger.

"Daddy?" I asked him, sweetly. The anger was gone in a flash. He turned to me and bent down to my level.

"Yes, love?" he answered.

"Why did you throw Uncle Emmett through the window?" He opened his mouth to answer when Uncle Emmett appeared, still laughing. He held the sides of the broken glass door.

"It's called---" Daddy pushed him through and continued throwing him around. I wondered where they were going. I shrugged it off and walked to the living room where Aunt Rose was reading a magazine on the sofa.

"Rosie-posie?" I asked, in the same voice I had just previously used with Uncle Emmett. She put down her magazine and smiled warmly at me.

"Yes, sweet heart."

"What are those noises that come form you and Uncle Emmetts room?" I asked. She stared at me blankly for a minute.

"Did you ask your Uncle Emmett yet?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered. She sighed, shaking her head. "He burst out laughing and was about to answer but Daddy threw him through the window and is still tossing him around some place." She sighed, relieved. She patted the seat next to her and hopped up on the sofa.

"I'm glad you asked me and not your Uncle Emmett. Listen, don't ever go to Emmett for these kind of questions, okay?" I nodded. "Now, there's this thing that--" She stooped suddenly. I looked up and saw Daddy standing there. He was fuming and looking Aunt Rose straight in the eye. Her mouth was hanging open. She smiled at me.

". . . That your father does not want me to tell you." Her face went sour.

"Edward, where is my husband?" she asked, acidly.

"Paris," he answered, plainly. She sighed, exasperated and walked out the door.

"Aunt Rose, will you get me that new dress I've been wanting?" I called to her.

"Sure!" she said, before running out. My father sighed and sat down next to me, putting his face in his hands.

"Daddy?" I asked.

"Yes, hunny."

"Why'd you throw Uncle Emmett through the window to Paris?" He looked at me.

"Melony, sweetie, do not go to Emmett for any questions on that kind of stuff, okay? He will corrupt your mind." I nod.

"But, Daddy, I already know what they do. One time they woke me up and I spied on them. It was very disturbing." He stared at me, surprised. I shrugged, hopped off the couch and went upstairs to find Aunt Alice. I wanted to play in her closet. I opened her door and found something disturbing. Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper were having sex. Alice looked at me and Jasper sat up, wondering why she stopped. He saw me and ran to the closet. I could hear him banging his head on the door. Alice's chime laugh filled the room.

"It's okay, Jasper!" she called. She looked at me. I was still frozen. She smiled at me, apologetically.

"Can you hand me my clothes, Mel?" she asked, pointing to them. I nodded and retrieved them. I handed them to her and turned around as she changed. "You can look." I turned back around. Uncle Jasper was coming out of the closet, fully dressed. I looked at him and smiled. If he could blush, I know his face would be bright red right now.

"Hey, baby girl," he said, back to the door, gripping the handle. I waved.

"Jasper!" Daddy called.

"Oh shit," Uncle Jasper mumbled under his breath. He walked out of the room, head down. I laughed and turned to Alice.

"Um. . . can I play in your closet?" I asked.

"Yeah, go ahead." I smiled and opened the door and entered in. Later on I came out wearing a new outfit and walked downstairs. Daddy was yelling at Jasper and Emmett. Alice walked downstairs with me and was grinning widely.

"But---" Jasper started. Daddy cut him off.

"I don't care!" he yelled. I laughed.

"Jasper, how could you?!" Alice said. Uncle Jasper looked surprised.

"What?"

"Exposing yourself to Melony like that! Now, she's probably emotionally and mentally scarred now! Go up to our room and don't come down for twenty-four hours!" The look on his face was priceless. He stalked upstairs, mumbling to himself. Uncle Emmett was laughing.

"You go too, Emmett," Rosalie said, smirking. He was surprised. I laughed as he walked upstairs.

Everyone ran downstairs to greet us. Most of them used their old nicknames for me. Alice was the first one to give me a hug.

"Melony, I missed you so much!" she shouted.

Emmett wrapped me in a giant bear hug. "Hey, squirt!"

Jasper was calm, but still excited. "Hey, baby girl," he said. I wrapped him in a hug.

Everyone was excited about me, but fascinated with Nessie. They absolutely adored her like they did me. Rosalie was the only one that still wasn't so sure. She paid more attention to Nessie than me. It's not like I was jealous or anything but I had really missed her and now she was ignoring me. We sat on the couch. Nessie and I on one couch and the rest of them on the other. Nessie showed me something. I laughed. They all looked at me expectantly. I faked a cough.

"Um. . . it's an inside joke," I said. They all nodded. Rosalie glared at me. I tried to avoid her gaze but it was hard. Eventually, I stared back. it was like a staring contest. Of course, I had to blink so it wasn't much of a contest but the new Rose scared me. My Rosie-posie was free-spirited, loved to laugh, and was the complete opposite of this Rose. I decided to start a conversation up since this bonding thing was going downhill. Rosalie beat me to the punch.

"So, Nessie, tell us about yourself," she said.

"Um. . . well. . . I like ice cream," she said. I smiled.

"Why don't you tell them about your instruments?" I suggested.

"Oh, yeah! I'm very musically talented. I play the guitar, the saxophone, the flute, the trumpet, and the piano. Mel and I sometimes play duets." I smiled.

"Yeah, I've been practicing more on the piano and I have to say that I might even be better than you, Dad." They laughed at that, except for Rose. She still ignored me.

"So, um. . . how are you and the. . . mutts connected, anyway?" she asked. We both frowned.

"They are not mutts," Nessie and I said at the same time.

"They are our best friends, well. . . boyfriends, I guess," she added. I could faintly hear a growl from them. I glanced at Renesmee. She was looking at me, wondering what to do.

"Well, you still didn't answer my question. I mean, like how'd they imprint on you anyway?" Ness didn't look like she wanted to answer so I did, knowing that Rose wouldn't like it one bit.

"Um. . . well. . . Jacob was there at Nessie's birth so yeah and I met Cole when Jake came to visit, a while after I had moved in," I said.

"Oh, okay, well. . . I wasn't asking you but whatever." I glared at her. She caught it and glared back.

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"What are you talking about?" she scoffed.

"You used to be fun and nice and. . . not all bitter, but now you completely hate me. What's your problem?" She was taken aback. I stared at her, waiting for an answer.

"Rosalie, can I talk to you for a second?" Edward asked. He was now glaring at her, too. They both stood up and walked out the door.

"Rose, has changed a lot since you were last with us," Alice explained. She shrugged. "Being bitter is just kind of her now."

I sat back and played with my necklace that I had gotten for my first Christmas. It was a simple, silver chain and at the end there was a heart shaped diamond. It was the first one he had given out but it wasn't really special though, since he had given some to Esme and Alice later on, but it meant a lot to me. They returned through the door. Rosalie waved me to the garage. I followed her out. Nessie looked at me, puzzled. I just shrugged.

I walked out and found her under the car. I went under it with her. I watched her as she worked. I found a common mistake that I used to make and she always had to correct me on it. Now, she was making it herself.

"Um, Rose?" I asked, cautiously.

"What?"

"Remember when you used to tell me about that one mistake that everyone made. I used to make it all the time and one time I finally got it perfect, but then well. . . you know the rest." She stopped working and looked at me.

"Continue."

"Well, you're making it right now." She looked up at the spot she was working on. She gasped and quickly fixed it. We got out from under the car. She wrapped me a huge hug. I hugged her back. There she was; the Rose that I knew and loved. We walked back into the living room. She shot a pointed glare at Edward.

"If you ever lose Melony or Renesmee ever again, I will kill you," she said. "Heed that warning."

We sat down. Then, the bonding really started. I missed my family and Nessie never even got a chance to experience them. This is was great. We were happy again and we were together.

A/N

Hey guys! Now, look, if I have some readers out there can you please review? I don't want to be the person with a bunch of chapters and no reviews. I'll keep writing but I won't update until I get at least one review. Thanks! Bye!

BTW: Elizabeth is not Edward's mom. He called her Lizzy.