Chapter 21:
Title: Tell Me the Truth
POV: Renesmee
I woke to the commotion of my parents leaving. They both kissed the top of my head before darting out the back door.
"I should go with them. Just in case" Grandpa Carlisle said running after them.
"I am going to tell Emmett and Esme." Alice darted out the front door.
"Where is everyone going?" I asked sitting up on the couch.
Aunty Rosalie came and touched my forehead as if checking for a fever "Uncle Emmett and Grandma Esme are out hunting so Alice went to go and get them." She touched my cheek and smiled.
"Yes, where are my parents and Grandpa going?" I returned her smile. This was not the first time I had tried to get information out of Aunty Rosalie. She is the only one other than my parents who still tries to protect me like a child. If only Uncle Emmett was here. He treated me like his little sister. As such would give me all the information the adults did not want me to have.
I looked to the only person in the room that might tell me the truth.
"They went to help the wolves deal with Jacob," Uncle Jasper told me.
A shiver ran up my spine. I did not like the idea of the wolves fighting anyone. Tears gathered in my eyes. I was not in a state to go and help them fight. I wanted to be ready to fight right now. I stood up fast. My leg gave out on me. Uncle Jaspers hands caught me before I fell.
"Thanks" I said quietly as he placed me back on the couch. "I hate this. Can we at least go to Emily's? That way we will have the information as soon as it happens." I asked them. Thinking about it I felt so bad for Emily a fight has broken out days after having a child. She must be super hormonal and protective of her baby right now. "I need to call Emily! She has just had her baby! I need to make sure she is alright!" I spoke loudly.
"Relax. It will be all okay." Aunty Rosalie held me in her arms and rubbed my back. She shot Uncle Jasper angry looks. Seemed like a decision to not tell me had been made before I woke up.
"You are not in a state to help anyone right now. It would be better for the tense reunion if you are not in harm's way" Uncle Jasper told us. He was standing near the back door ready to fight anything that came our way.
I could not breath. This felt rehearsed. Often my father would stage drills. The feeling of a drill becoming real hit my heart with barbs of fire. I felt cold air rush out of my lungs. I breathed deeper gulping in the cold air. Anything to help the fire go out in my chest.
Aunty Rosalie had me off the couch the second I gasped for breath. It felt like someone had hit me hard and knocked me down on the ground. I could not get my breath back. Uncle Jasper lifted my arms above my head trying to help my muscles allow air in. It helped a little. I was able to stop gasping. Taking a deep breath. I felt my body start to relax.
"Maybe she is just panicking," Uncle Jasper said. Aunty Rosalie's face was stricken with fear.
"She did have a tendency to overreact when she was younger" Aunty Rosalie said. Her hands fluttered about trying to make sure I was okay. I knew she was always there when I was scared growing up. She would hold me as my mother focused on helping my father not overreact.
A numbing pain spread across my cheek.
I took another deep breath in. It shot out of me in a scream. My ribs felt like they cracked.
Aunty Rosalie moved me trying to find the injury. She touched my side and I whimpered.
My lungs are not allowing me to take more air into my lungs to make a noise bigger than a whimper. I was in agony, this is what death must feel like. Tears streamed down my face.
Uncle Jasper looked confused but focused. My side felt like it was completely broken.
"Are my ribs broken?" I asked in a gasping breath.
"No," Uncle Jasper said. He was touching my ribs starting on the side that did not feel broken. When he made it to the side that hurt I whimpered again. "Your ribs are perfectly intact" he told me.
"They do not feel that way. They feel like I have been kicked really hard" I told them.
Aunty Rosalie moved her cold hands touching my side. The cold soothed the pain.
"This is really weird. Maybe I am just going crazy. Do not call mom or dad. Promise me." I looked at my Aunt and Uncle. They both nodded. "I do not want them losing the fight because I am experiencing phantom pain." The pain in my ribs was going down to a manageable level every second. Maybe I had just imagined it. I did not heal that fast. Thanks to the human side I still took a day to heal. Not like Seth who within a matter of moments would be healed from a kick to the ribs.
"I am just going to wash my face." I told them. I needed to make sure my parents did not see my tear stained face when they returned. Aunty Rosalie helped me to the sink. I could stand on my own. So she let go of me so I could scrub my face. Just like when I was a child she would follow me anywhere. Just to make sure that I am not getting myself in trouble or needing something. In a lot of ways she was more protective than my father.
"We will not call your parents as long as you tell them about the pain the second they come back" Uncle Jasper told me. He was standing on the other side of the island across from Aunty Rosalie and I.
I turned to them balancing myself by holding myself up on the island. "Fine. I will tell them" I told him "you know it will just make dad more freaked."
"That is true. You still look pale. Can I make you something to eat?" Aunty Rosalie asked.
"Sure" I agreed. Hoping the pain would subside so I can eat before my parents got back.
Aunty Rosalie stood beside Uncle Jasper mixing eggs in a bowl.
"Hopefully when mom and dad get back everything will go back to normal" I told them both. Guiltily I thought of Jake. Desire to go back to that community college grew in my heart.
That is when it happened.
My hurt leg felt like it was on fire. I jumped. Knocking myself off balance I landed funny. My body overbalanced accounting for the landing. Causing me to fall backwards. Slamming the back of my head on the sinks edge. The world went black. The only thing I felt was spears of sharp pain going through my leg. Something searing penetrating into my leg. Lodging itself.