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Chapter 53 – When Life Gives You Love
Renesmee
I paced in the hallway, waiting anxiously for someone to give me a report. Barbra had been carried into a room with my father and mother. I'd heard talk of pain relievers, though my mom had sighed at the suggestion.
I was concerned for Barbra. I'd heard rumors that the transformation was painful, but seeing it firsthand was something else entirely. Even now Barbra's shrieks of pain were assaulting my ears as I paced. However painful the change though, Barbra wasn't the only one I was concerned about. No one seemed to have an update on Jasper.
What remained of my own injuries had been cleaned and wrapped by my aunt Rosalie who was currently downstairs with my uncle Emmett, waiting much more patiently than me for any news.
"You're going to wear yourself out all over again if you keep pacing like that," Jacob sighed, coming up to rest his hands on my shoulders.
I leaned into him. Letting his warmth comfort me. "I'm so sick and tired of this," I sighed, "Why won't anyone tell me what's happening?"
"If it makes you feel any better, they don't tell me anything either," He grinned as he wrapped his arms around me, "You should lay down and get some rest."
I let Jacob pick me up, not that I could have stopped him anyways. Honestly I was surprised I'd lasted this long. He walked over to my bedroom and shoved open the door. He didn't lay me down like I thought he would, instead he shifted me in his arms and laid us both down together.
"It's okay Nessie, you're okay." He whispered as I cuddled into his shoulder.
Neither of us spoke as a gentleness enveloped me. Jacob's warmth was a welcome difference from the torture I had endured. The cold pain that had been my only companion for what felt like days was slowly being washed away by Jacob's warmth, like waves on the sand.
Eventually my body began to feel heavy and a comfortable sleep overtook me.
I awoke to Jacob's steady breathing. Sighing I pulled myself upright and stifled a giggle as Jacob didn't move. I glanced down at him. His face looked so peaceful, like his worries actually left him behind while he slept. I reached up stroking the side of his face. When had I started to love him this much? A soft pain pulled at my chest, he was everything to me. The one whom I had called out for while facing the depths of my greatest fears.
I leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on his cheek before crawling out of bed. It was dark outside, we had apparently been sleeping for some time. I was hungry again, but real food was my current craving.
I walked over to my closet, deciding to change out of my burned, torn, and dirt covered clothing. Thankful to my nearly perfect night vision I found a simple clean ensemble of a t-shirt and jeans. I risked one quick glance in Jacob's direction, to be sure he was still asleep. I then stripped down also removing the bandages my aunt had placed over my wounds.
A tall mirror graced one corner of my room, and a glimpse at it revealed some shocking scars crossing my body. Though the wounds themselves were now closed, pink raised skin was evident everywhere I had been burned. The marks were deep, making them permanent despite my vampire half. They trailed from the top of my shoulders down to my hips. I even found one on the left side of my neck, a reminder I couldn't cover as easily.
I traced them lightly with my fingers, the memories causing my hand to shake as I did. The undeniable need for blood, the pain I had endured, and the hatred within that human's eyes were all burned into my mind as well as my skin. This was the result of humans learning about the existence of vampires. This was the result of the fear and hate that came from the unknown.
I sighed, my wounds were still sore, but everything was not lost. I thought of Barbra and the other two. People who had accepted vampires, despite knowing that they would pay dearly for that acceptance.
I pulled my shirt on over the scars, pushing down the thoughts that had invaded my mind the best I could. Now dressed, I carefully left my bedroom shutting the door silently behind me.
Barbra's soft whimpers of pain still echoed through the hallway and I had to swallow down tears of empathy.
As I descended the stairs an empty living room greeted me. I took a deep breath, almost thankful that no one else was there. I knew they were all awake, no one in my family but me actually slept at night.
I walked through the living area and into the kitchen when my dad's face appeared, holding a sandwich. "Hey sweetheart," He smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes, "hungry?"
I grinned back, grabbing the food from his hand and turning to take a seat in the living room. My dad followed, choosing the seat beside me. I took a bite of the food, my dad had probably known the moment I was awake and hungry. As annoying as his mind reading could be, I was oddly grateful for it at the strangest times.
"You've been through a lot," my dad sighed, seeming to wince before wrapping his arm around me "we can talk if you'd like."
I shook my head, I wasn't ready for this conversation, at least not yet. Honestly I might never be. Besides I had more pressing things on my mind. "I'm okay, how is uncle Jasper?"
My dad ran his hand through his hair, a long sigh echoing through the empty room. "He's alive, though I doubt he'll ever be the same. He's been through a lot Renesmee, kind of like you."
Relief flooded my body, he was alive. That was all I could hope for right now. I took another bite of my sandwich. All of this was far from over, we needed to find a way to get Milly and John back, and we would have to help Barbra adjust to her new life soon.
I leaned over, resting my head on my dad's shoulder. Hope cascaded through my heart as I enjoyed this time with him. After all the pain and suffering these small moments, however insignificant, were precious to me.
