A/N- Thanks to everyone who is still reading. I think you guys are really going to like this chapter (:
Emmalie's POV
With Connor there the time passed fast. It was time for him to leave before I could blink and when we were saying goodbye at the airport I nearly broke down.
"I'll see you soon Emmalie." He whispered giving me a hug. I hugged him back tightly.
"I'll miss you." I whispered back, kissing his cheek before letting go. I couldn't believe he had to go back already. But I guess I understood why he didn't want to be caught gone. The principal was a real bitch.
"I'll miss you too." He waved as he walked up to security. Then he was gone. Just like that. I wouldn't see him again until I got back to Forks and today was only day thirteen. Almost half way done, then I'd get to go home and pretend like this never even happened.
"Emma? You alright?" Edward asked from behind me when he finally approached.
"I'm fine, let's just go." I tried to inject a little bit of rudeness into my voice so he wouldn't think I was about to cry but it failed miserably and made me sound like a baby.
"You'll see him again in two weeks." Rose reminded me but for some reason two weeks seemed to be a very long time away.
I walked out of the airport and towards the red convertible Rose drove us here in. Nessie waited in the car, she said she sucked with goodbyes but really she just wanted to give me and Connor time to say goodbye. Well, not goodbye, see you later.
I sat staring at the off-white walls in Edward's room. Every second seemed to pass by like an hour, taunting me, slowing down at my expense. Fifteen more days until I get to go home, fifteen more days until this twisted turned upside down life goes back to normal. Fifteen days seemed like a very long time.
Renesmee's POV
"Hey, so, I was thinking that maybe we could go out tonight, you know, get Emma out of the house for a bit?" I asked Aunt Alice and Aunt Rose as I sat down on the couch. Emma had been sitting in that damned room since Connor left yesterday afternoon, not even sleeping. I don't think she slept a second of the night last night!
"We're actually going hunting tonight but why don't you ask the boys?" Aunt Rose replied , giving a sympathetic smile.
"Yeah, I guess I could do that." I replied getting up then walking upstairs to Emmett's room where Jasper, Edward and Emmett were all talking about god knows what. I hesitated at the door before I knocked. Not wanting to invade on there hushed conversation. Words were being hissed so fast I could barely put together a sentence but I didn't want to be caught hovering so I tapped lightly on the thick wooden door and waited the whole second it took for someone to open the door.
"Hey dad," I started looking around the clean golden room. It was really nice but also really obvious that my aunts decorated it. Either that or Nanny Esme attacked it when they moved in. There was no arguing its elegancy and that just wasn't Uncle Em.
"Come on in kid!" Uncle Emmett boomed from the couch in the corner of the room. I walked in hesitantly, like asked but stood by the door as dad walked back to sit on the bed.
"So, I was thinking that maybe, since Emma seems to get along well with you guys-" Uncle Emmett interrupted with a loud snort.
"You mean me right? And maybe Jazz here too. Edward..." He looked at him then shrugged. "not so much." Dad grumbled a sarcastic thanks but I decided to move on.
"Well, I thought that maybe we could go out somewhere tonight, in an effort to, you know, cheer her up or something?" It should of been a statement but it came out as more of a question.
"I don't see why not." Uncle Jazz replied thoughtfully. "Maybe Emmett should pick the place though; she does seem to favour him over anybody else."
"Not favour," I contemplated, in dad's sake. "just... relates. Yeah, relates to him better." I decided.
"Well, we know she likes the arcade so that's always an option, or maybe a party?" Uncle Emmett suggested.
"Oh! Emma always went to those with the football team back home. I went to them sometimes but only to dance, it's no use drinking punch that tastes like crap when no matter how many drinks you have, you can still taste it." I explained, tactfully avoiding the liquor part but still getting my point across.
"You don't get effected by that stuff?" Dad asked, again avoiding the word altogether.
"I'm not as human as I'm supposed to be. Emma has a lot more human traits then me, she's faster and her reactions are just as fast as normal vampires but she can't stand even the thought of blood and she can still get hurt or get sick. I, on the other hand, have never had even a cold and have never had the smallest beginning of a scratch. But I'm not as fast as Emma is." I explained, I figured it was the least I could do, tell them all about Emma and I. How different or the same we were to them.
"Emma can get hurt?" Dad asked, a little worried.
"Yeah, she has had quite the load of broken bones but that's just her, she'll do anything that looks fun without thinking of the danger in it. She's also quite the klutz."
"And Charlie let's her play football with all those boys? That doesn't seem very safe." He scoffed.
"Uhm, dad, I'm pretty sure Emma is perfectly capable of handling herself." I laughed.
"Really though, have you met the girl?" Jasper asked laughing. "I don't think anyone could hurt her if they tried."
"Oh, and I don't sparkle. Emma doesn't either, we well, we glow I guess. Not in the shiny way, more in the just spent a weekend at the spa way." I added. When it was sunny we still had to go to school. That wasn't an excuse for any non-vampire.
"Glow? That's interesting." Dad said thoughtfully.
"What's interesting?" Emma asked from the door. She yawned and rubbed her eyes.
"Uh… that Uncle Emmett wants to take us to a teen's club on Main Street so we can do some dancing. Totally casual though, so no dressing up." I smiled.
"Really, uncle Buff, a teen's club?" She asked rolling her eyes. "Why would I agree to that?"
"Because it will be really fun." I smiled big trying to convince.
"And you can meet lots of new people." Uncle Jazz put it.
"The d.j's real cool." Uncle Emmett added trying to sound excited.
"And I'm not going." Edward huffed.
"Well, I never thought I'd say this, but Edward convinced me. Let's go." Emma smiled then left to her room down the hall to get some real clothes on. Everyone else just looked at Dad like he was a nut. He may be, but he knew how to keep Emma happy…
"You have got to be kidding me! You call that fun?" Emma questioned as we left the club. "I call it torture…" Emma huffed as she walked towards the jeep.
She was acting just like mom… speaking of. "Oh, shoot, I forgot my purse inside. Do you think you could both go in and grab it?" I asked sweetly shrugging and looked up at them.
"No problem." They both nodded then headed back towards the building. "Emma?" I asked grabbing her arm so she would look back at me.
"What?" She asked scrunching her eyebrows at my urgency.
"When was the last time you called mom?" I asked knowing it hadn't been for days…
Edward's POV
The girls and Carlisle were gone hunting, the boys and my daughters were gone to the teen's club and I was stuck at home. Just waiting for them to get home, I didn't know how I felt leaving Emmett in charge of Emma and Nessie for the night. He could barely be responsible for himself, let alone two teenage girls.
I knew Emma would be fine, I had already learned that she could take care of herself. Or rather was yelled that she could take care of herself in my face. Nessie could take care of herself too, but she seemed more dependent. Not on many people, mostly just on Emma, like Emma was older in a way. A way I didn't quite understand yet, I thought I would learn everything about her quickly then I would start to get to know her and we would become quick friends.
It didn't help like that.
It happened just the way Emma wanted it to happen. She manipulated everything around this house so she could make things around her go the way she wanted. We couldn't do anything about it because everyone, even Rosalie though she wouldn't admit it, wanted Emma to feel comfortable.
Too bad she never would.
So, I sat by myself in an empty house in order to keep Emma comfortable. She was going to have to get used to me in her own time. Apparently two weeks wasn't long enough. I leaned back on the couch a little further and rolled my eyes at Emma's attitude towards me.
I closed my eyes to wait for them to get back, I may not be able to sleep but resting was always relaxing. Distressing, if you will.
Every memory comes on,
When I hear that old song
That we used to sing
With the words all wrong
I remember the faces
And familiar places
And I sing along but
Acadia is gone
I looked around for the noise, a song I hadn't heard before rang throughout the house loudly. I looked from side to side then followed the noise towards my room.
Every memory comes on,
When I hear that old song
That we used to sing
With the words all wrong
I remember the faces
And familiar places
And I sing along but
Acadia is gone
My bed was ringing? I looked over to see a black IPhone ringing on my bed. Singing something by that band Emma liked so much. I picked it up to see who was calling Emma at this time of night. It stopped though. I threw it back on the bed and started to walk out of the room.
Every memory comes on,
When I hear that old song
That we used to sing
With the words all wrong
I remember the faces
And familiar places
And I sing along but
Acadia is gone
It just started up again. This person really wasn't going to give up. I walked back over to the bed and picked the phone up again. The caller I.D just said 'Home'.
I figured that I better pick it up seeing how it was only Charlie. But I cleared my throat and deepened my voice just in case.
"Hello?" I asked once I finally realized that you have to touch the green square that said 'Home'.
"Uh… hi?" A female voice said at the other line, she sounded confused.
"Yes?" I asked after a few seconds of silence at the other end, in the same kind of voice I used to say hello.
"Is Emma there?" The lady on the other line asked.
"No, she went to a teen's club under the supervision of a few uh… adults." I explained, trying to imagine Emmett as a mature adult.
"Oh. Did she forget her phone? I was looking to talk to her…" The person on the other line said.
"Oh, yeah, sorry, she did. She'll be back soon." I said calmly into the phone, keeping my voice in the strange deep older tone.
"Oh? Well, she hasn't called me lately; may I ask why you have her phone?" She asked a little defensively. Who was this person to ask me why I had my daughters phone.
"Well, she's been staying with me while Char-" I started calmly.
"Staying with you! Who is this?" The lady yelled at the other end.
"Who is this?" I yelled back trying to keep my voice disguised.
"This is her mother!" My mouth dropped opened and I didn't know what to do. My voice dropped to its normal tone.
"Bella?"
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