ATTENTION! Before you continue reading this, I need to clear up a mistake I made in a previous author's note. This is SIXTEEN years post BD, not 8. I was getting confused with another story. So remember, she's SIXTEEN!!

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Renesmee's POV

The vague sound of voices woke me up. I suddenly wished they hadn't. In only a few moments, a stinging pain ripped through my head and my side. Although it wasn't as bad as before, but I still didn't have a positive thing to say about the way I was feeling.

I tried to open my eyes, speak, or even get up. None of it worked. The voices stopped abruptly. I could hear a faint ringing take it's place. There was another mumble as I finally gathered the strength to open my eyes, only a crack. I instantly regretted it, seeing how unstable the world had become. Everything was spinning and I began to feel extremely light headed. If closing my eyes again would have made it better, I would have done that.

As I tried to take in my surroundings, I noticed four figures surrounding me. But the one I noticed most was the darker of the four. My eyes immediately shot open, and I got up and began to take a few steps back from the figure. My animal instincts took over and I was not able to come up with any rational explanation for who that might be. The only message that was being sent to my brain was 'danger.'

I heard more talking, and then all of a sudden, a pair of cold hands were gripping my shoulders from behind. I didn't take time to asses the situation- I just got scared. It was déjà vu, and that was the last thing I needed at that moment.

The person gripping me tried to say something. With my senses still not all together there, I could only hear parts of it.

"It's… him." I heard, which made me try to fight against the grip. It only held me tighter as it repeated what it had said before with more clarity.

"It's not him!" It repeated. I didn't calm down. Why should I trust them? As far as I was concerned, I couldn't recognize anybody. Not in voice or looks.

The hands held me in their iron grip long enough for my senses to clear up so I could hear, see, and most importantly, think straight. In a minute or two, the room stopped spinning enough for me to realize where I was… and who I was around. In only a moment, I felt the most shame I had in a while.

I had mistaken Jacob for Embry.

I opened my mouth as if to apologize, but he beat me to it.

"Don't worry about it." He said, as if he could read my mind. I could see the hurt in his eyes, and felt like a complete fool. I decided not to speak. Talking is what got me in this position in the first place.

With my mother and grandfather in front of me, I realized who was holding me back. I turned around slowly until I was facing my father. I mentally apologized, but he didn't respond. He just wrapped his arms around me and hugged me.

Jacob's POV

If you don't already know how it feels to have your reason to live mistaken you for your best-friend-gone-rapist, I'll tell you. Have you ever broken your kneecap? Has anybody ever snapped each one of your fingers backward until they broke? Has anybody ever taken a knife to your gut, stabbed it in, and cut upward until it hit your heart, causing a major loss of blood and eventually, your death?

Why am I asking that anyway? I didn't feel like that. It felt worse. Of course, I didn't blame her. She was scared, which is why it hurt me to be mistaken. I didn't want to scare her- that was the opposite of what I was supposed to do. But of course I can't do anything right! My name's Jacob Black, not Jesus Christ.

Edward swiftly grasped Nessie's shoulders from behind her. I could see it in her eyes: desolate fear. She didn't know what the hell was going on, and she didn't recognize any one of us. At first, I was afraid that she'd lost her memory. After I found out what she really saw, I wish she had. After she had calmed down, she looked down, realizing her mistake. Before she could say anything, I told her not to worry about it. Edward then hugged her, like I wished I could.

Nessie didn't do anything. Actually, she looked uncomfortable. She stood there awkwardly, her face pale and eyes disoriented. Her arms were hovering as if she didn't know what to do with them, so she just dropped them to her sides. Edward hugged her tighter and whispered, "Please tell me you're alright."

She lifted her eyes up to him.

"Don't think like that." he pleaded quietly. Again, she didn't respond, but I could hear a catch in her breathing. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to be Edward or not. I wanted to know what she was thinking so I would know what to say, but at the same time, the world seemed like a more enjoyable place outside her head. But I didn't care about any of that. I only had one thing on my mind, and that was what he'd done. I didn't want to think about it, and I shouldn't have.

I knew that Edward was shooting me a look. I didn't blame him. He already had to see it in Renesmee's head, he didn't have to see it in mine, too. But I tried to stop thinking about it. I couldn't. Not until Embry got what he deserved. But what did he deserve? I sure as hell wouldn't give him what he gave her. As far as I was concerned, he deserved death.

"I wouldn't be surprised if Quil was in on this, too." I said quietly. I don't know why I said it, but I didn't mean it. It seemed pretty easy for people to go under each other's noses now, though. I didn't even think of the possibility that Quil had done anything, but if someone had told me that he'd done something too, I wouldn't be surprised.

Edward's dull eyes flickered toward me. Nessie stiffened. "I'll talk to you later." he mouthed. My eyes widened. He had best not tell me what I hoped not to hear.

That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to leave, I had to get away. I wanted some peace of mind, and the only way to do that was beating Embry's ass. I couldn't wait anymore. I'd already waited so many hours. I had to go. No way in hell was somebody gonna do this to my Imprint and get away with their head intact.

I took a step out the door when I heard Edward's voice.

"Where are you headed?" He asked coldly. I looked back, my eyes blank.

"I'll be right back."

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Sorry for the long wait! I've had auditions to do.

So now I have a question for you. Who wants Embry's POV?