Chapter 35

(Renesmee)

I find an empty room and fling myself onto the bed. My scream of anger is muffled by the bedding. Why was everyone constantly on my back about things? I just want to escape reality for five minutes.

Two bodies get closer to me; I can tell by the footsteps. I groan. Why can't they just leave me alone!

"Neonata, my sweet, sweet Renesmee." Sheila begins. I sit upright.

"No! Don't call me that!" I cry. Her eyes widen in concern. "I am not you baby girl, and you are not my mother! And I don't want to be Renesmee, or Ness, or Nessie anymore! I am not a Cullen! I gave up that name when I ran away!"

Mikkel places a hand on my back, and, for a second, it feels almost like my uncles. Or my father. "You don't have to be Renesmee if you don't want to. If you want to go home because of this danger we will take you."

"No! I can't hurt them anymore. I can't and I won't." I insist. They share a look and Mikkel sighs.

"We will not make you go home, sweetie. But if you want to stay then you have to think of yourself as this family. I already think of you as my daughter, and so does Sheila. So, if you're willing, we will be your family."

I nod. "Okay, Dad." The word is so wrong on my tongue. I feel like I'm betraying Edward when I call Mikkel Dad. It makes me feel sick to think of calling anyone else but him my father.

Mikkel notices me distaste and whispers, "all of my children call me Papa; would that help?"

I nod and smile. This was a new life, and I had to let go of my other life. That girl is long gone. "That sounds wonderful… Papa."

He smiles at me and pulls me into a hug. "Now, I hate to ruin this moment, but one, you still don't have a name. And two, you say that you have experience in the process of training to fight. Will you be willing to share your knowledge?"

I smile. "Of course. We will start as soon as possible. And for the name thing; I'll get back to you."

He shakes his head. "It's the middle of the night. We will start in the morning."

He kisses my forehead and so does Sheila. "Oh, and Renesmee? You are sleeping with Nadine tonight. Natalia is sleeping in your room. When siblings fight, we make them share a room." He calls after me.

I narrow my eyes in anger. "She hit me, I didn't touch her!"

"You growled; that is unacceptable in this house." Sheila explains. I roll my eyes.

"Whatever Mama." She smiles and I smile a shy grin back.

I stand in the doorway for a little while as she gets into bed. Nadine hums quietly to herself. I clear my throat to make my presence known.

She turns towards me and nods in greeting. I step into the room and make my way to the empty bed. The covers are pulled back so I slip right into it.

I lay flat on my back and close my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

"I don't hate you." I jerk awake and look at Nadine.

"What?" I ask groggily.

"I don't hate you. I'm angry that you had a family and you just left them. All I've ever wanted is a family. Sure, Mikkel and Sheila are great, but I want my flesh and blood." She explains, crying slightly. I motion for her to come over to me and she does.

I press my hand to her face, projecting my entire life to her. All of the bad things I'd caused my family.

Her eyes narrow. "You didn't hurt them; they hurt you. Your parents were selfish. That's why they left. You did nothing wrong Renesmee…."
"Don't. Don't call me that. I am not Renesmee anymore." I cut in. She nods her head. "Of course. But you do need a name. What is your middle name?"

"Carlie."

"Well, it still ties you to your family. Does that name make you cringe when I say it?"

I shake my head. Carlie was mostly associated with Grandpa Charlie, not my vampire side. And the ones from my vampire side are the ones I want to escape from.

She grins when I project to her. Her smile drops and a regretful frown takes its place. "I am so, so sorry for slapping you Carlie. It was wrong and uncalled for. I deeply hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

Of course. I'm sorry for the rude things I said to you. I guess we sort of got off on the wrong foot. And I can see that you're a daddy's girl, and I would never try to take your place.

She nods and sits on my bed to give me a hug.

Her physical age is about thirteen and my growth seems to have stopped again; I still look ten.

I turn and shut the lights off and we lay on my bed. "Carlie? I'm scared to go to sleep. I know that I'm older than you, but I could really use a big sister to comfort me." She says in a pitiful voice.

I snuggle closer to her and whisper, "You need to sleep, Nadine. I'll tell you what. If you have a nightmare, wake me up and I'll comfort you okay?"

She nods and continues stroking my hair. I kind of like being the big sister.

(Mikkel)

I smile at 'Carlie' and Nadine's conversation. I had already accepted her as my daughter, and I loved that they were acting like sisters. I would talk to her about changing her name later.

(A/N I'm sorry if you don't like the name change things. I'm not sure if I like it either, that's why I added the last part in Mikkel's Pov.)