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Tulgey United Hospital
Sunday, June 7; 11:03 am
Edward Cullen paced anxiously across the waiting room. Bella and Demi watched from their seats. Anger seeped out of every pore in each of their bodies. Perhaps they were all equally angry, but Edward didn't try to hide his. He wanted to kill this bastard. After all, he was the reason his daughter was missing. And to attempt to rape her! If there was any murder more justified in this world, it was the murder of Aiden Welsh.
"Excuse me," a nurse said to the small group. "One of you may enter."
"I'll go," Demi whispered.
Edward looked up at her, surprise in his eyes. "No, let me. I'm going to kill that---"
"Edward," Bella soothed him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Listen to Demi. Let her go."
Edward ran his fingers through his spiky copper hair, but agreed. Demi silently made her way into the room. In replacement of her usual couture, she wore ripped jeans and a simple gray tee. Her light brown hair hung over her shoulders--messy and frizzy, of course. She walked over and sat in the chair next to Aiden. A clean white bandage was wrapped around his head where Renesmee hit him with the lamp. He was asleep, the way she wanted him to stay. Well, a permanent sleep. Dirt nap, pushing daisies, whatever you want to call it, she wanted him dead. Angry tears were brimming in her eyes. Hatred was evident in her glare.
"You're a bastard," she muttered through clenched teeth. "You tried to rape my best friend. Rape her! Obviously, we were wrong to tell her that you two made a lovely couple. Because Renesmee is too good for you."
He lay motionless. The monitor above his head beeped steadily. Too bad. Too bad it wouldn't flat line. Too bad the oxygen tubes running up his nose wouldn't break. Demi's day would get a whole lot better.
She swallowed hard, her glare still fixed on the bastard's face. "I hope you rot," she said. "You're a poor excuse for a man. I hope you die. It's what you deserve for being such a malevolent human being. If I could rip those stupid tubes from your nose, you would be dead." She let out a small smile. "And that's what you deserve. Death."
She left, hoping--no, praying-- for the death of Aiden Welsh...
...As well as herself...
Renesmee Cullen
Sunday, June 7; 11:23 am
I awoke to a pale blue room. Sunlight streamed in through the thin white drapes covering the windows. A slender woman in an orange wrap skirt with a dark red tank top walked in carrying a glass bowl filled with mixed tropical fruit in her delicate sun-burned hands. Her dark brown hair tumbled down her shoulders. The woman gasped and yelled, "Kahoku! Kahoku! She's up!" I jumped at the sudden noise.
"Sorry sweetie," the Fruit Lady apologized, sitting on the edge of my bed. Dimples showed with her warm and inviting smile. "We've just been waiting for you to wake up for hours."
Unable to help myself, I smiled back, though still confused. "Um... ma'am, I'm sorry but... who are you?" I asked the fruit lady.
A laugh like a chorus of bells escaped her lips. "I am Noelani, but you can call me Nolie. We found you washed up early this morning on the shore. We took you in to be taken care of--- you had a nasty gash on your leg."
Suddenly I was aware of the ping of pain that ran up my leg. I looked down to see a clean white piece of cloth wrapped around my thigh. My cocktail dress from the previous night was replaced with a pair of sky blue cotton shorts and a white tank top.
"Well, thank you. But where am I?"
She smiled. "Dole Island."
"Island?!" I leapt out of the bed, not caring about the protest my leg was giving.
"Well... yes," she mumbled.
"Oh no, no, no!" I exclaimed. "Where's Jacob?!"
She pressed her delicate finger to her mouth. "Oh, your friend? He's outside... somewhere--"
"Mommy! Mommy!" A little girl with blond curls came tumbling through the doorway. "Mommy! He's awake! He's awake!"
Nolie chuckled at the little girl. "Hello, sweetie. Where is he?"
"He's outside on the shore. Merchants are giving him free pineapple." The little girl glanced at me then waved. "I'm Malia."
I smiled. "Renesmee."
She raised an eyebrow. "That's a weird name."
"Malia!" her mother scolded.
"No, no," I said with a laugh. "It's fine." I turned to Malia. "You see, I was named after my two grandmothers: Renee and Esme. See? Renesmee."
"Oh." She nodded and then skipped out the door.
"You're daughter's adorable," I commented to Nolie.
She laughed. "I'll let you spend a few hours with her and then tell me how you feel."
I giggled.
Then she said, "I'm not letting you or your friend stay outside for the rest of your stay, so you're more than welcome to stay at our local hotel. You see, my husband, Kahoku, owns it. I would offer to let you stay here, but it's a bit packed..."
"Thanks so much," I exclaimed, pulling the woman into a hug.
"Well," she began. "Would you like a tour of the island? You may need it. Where are you from?"
"Tulgey, Washington," I answered. "It's about an hour west of Seattle."
"Well then you may not need it if you come from a city." She grinned. "No matter, you still may want a view. Come on." We stood up and she lead me outside.
As soon as we stepped out of the comfort of their small cottage, the baking heat smacked me in the face. A beautiful azure ocean stretched out to the horizon beneath the clear blue sky. White sand ran from the ground beneath me down to the shore. Palm trees swayed in the light breeze that tickled everything in its path. Merchants sold fresh fruit and everything you could ever hope for on an island.
An island.
Some place we would probably never get off.
"Renesmee!"
I turned to see Jake running across the sand towards me. A huge smile was spread across his light brown face. Soaking short black hair dripped onto his shirt. His black pants were cut into shorts and he wore a thin white T-shirt that clung to him in just the right places... Ugh! Stop it, Renesmee!
"Jacob," I responded, not being able to help the giant smile spreading across my face.
Then I realized something. I didn't care where we were. I didn't care who we were with. Hell, I didn't even care that Aiden may be dead. All I wanted was him. He made me feel safe. He made me feel secure.
There was no one else in the world I would rather be stranded on an island with than Jacob Black.
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long! I've been working on Accidentally and then when I began MMP it just became a hectic week. I probably won't be able to get another one of these up until next weekend or later. Sorry! I want to get up another Accidentally or Unprofessional.
I hate this part right here. I hate this part right here. I just can't take these tears. I hate this part right here... Reviews? Comments? Click that button!
--Lauren :D
