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Chapter 1: Hard Life

Nessie's POV

Life was hard. Excruciatingly hard. The story of my life had been marked for unhappiness since the day I was born. My earlies memory was me almost freezing to death in the woods. I was about three years old at the time. Or so I believed anyway. I couldn't remember much. The only form of identification I had was a bracelet with Renesmee written on it.

I remembered that I was freezing, starving, and terrified. Though I could not exactly explain what it was that I was terrified of. I was eventually found by a hiker who took me in and rushed me to the emergency room. According to the doctors I had hypothermia and had I not been found when I was I most likely would have died.

The department of children and family services were alerted about my circumstances. They tried to locate my parents but were unsuccessful in their attempts to do so. The poloce tried but they failed as well. I suppposed my family didn't want to be found. They dumped me and left town.

I often found myself wondering why? What had I done to make my own family want to abandon me? Was I really that terrible of a child that they just couldn't handle me anymore? Was I just unwanted? Unloved? What could have happened to make my own family hate me?

Once I was better I was placed into foster care. I spent the next year of my life bouncing around from house to house. Nobody wanted to adopt me because I was not a baby anymore. Everyone was looking for an infant. Or really any baby that was less than a year old. I thought I was destined to remain in the system until my family came along. My parents were looking for a girl around 3-4 years old to complete their family. They already had two other children at the time. My brother Oliver who was three years older than me. My brother Joseph who was one year younger than me. They really wanted a girl but mom didn't want to go through childbirth again. Nor did she want a baby and all the sleepless nights that comes with a baby. So I was the perfect choice.

Life is funny though because although you might have one plan life might have a completely different plan for you. Because not long after I was adopted mom got pregnant again. About a year after I was adopted my sister Elizabeth was born. Though we mostly just call her Liz. I might've been the only non biological kid in the family but I wasn't loved any less than my siblings. They were my family in ever sense of the word.

We lived a very modest lifestyle in Rochester, New York. Being part of the King family meant we were descended from one of the richest families in the city on my father's side. Well at least my siblings were. My family's wealth can be traced all the way back to the 1930s when Royce King owned a bank that somehow managed to do well despite the great depression.

His son, our great grandfather Royce King II has a very interesting backstory. Rather murder mystery. In 1933 he was going to marry a young socialite named Rosalie Hale. Not much is known about her since she disappeared a week before the wedding. My grandfather says she probably got cold feet and decided to skip town without telling anyone. That did seem like the most logical explanation.

The story began after Rosalie Hale's disappearance. A few weeks later my great grandfather met my great grandmother. They were married less than two months later. Then three months later my great grandmother discovered that she was pregnant with my grandfather. It was around that time that Royce's friends started turning up dead. They say that Royce started going mad. Terrified out of his mind that something was coming for him. Whatever it was it turned out to be true because he was killed a few months before his son was born.

His death has remained for the past 90 years. My mother's side of the family has a less interesting story. My great grandfather Charles Evenson Jr was born in 1921. When he was born he had a severe lung infection.

There was a mixup at the hospital as hospitals were not very good at keeping track of their newborns back then. There was another baby boy who was born on the same day who had the same lung infection that my great grandfather had. So when the other baby died they informed my great great grandmother Esme Anne Evenson of the tragic loss of her son.

By the time the mixup was discovered it was too late. Grief had driven Esme to commit suicide by jumping off of a cliff. It took some time but they were able to locate her husband. My great great grandfather. He was extremely shocked as he had no idea his wife was expecting a child but he unfortunately decided to take in his son.

It was unfortunate because he turned out to be a very abusive man. He didn't hesitate to beat the crap out of his son. Even landing him in the hospital on more than one occasion. My great grandfather was orphaned when his father was killed in 1928. His life wasn't much better after that because his grandparents were just as abusive.

He was 21 in 1942 when he got drafted into World War II. He said that he was happy for the chance to leave home as he had too many unpleasant childhood memories. His troubles didn't end there because when he returned home in late 1948 he had PTSD. Adapting to civilian life wasn't easy for him. It wasn't until years later that he finally sought help for his PTSD.

In 1950 he married my great grandmother and together they had five children. Out of all my relatives Charles Evenson Jr is the oldest at the age of 100. He lives in a nursing home now and we used to talk to each other a lot but it's been a long time now. I haven't communicated much with anyone since my life went to hell.

Two years ago we left New York for a much quieter existence in a small town in Alaska. A few months after moving here my parents went missing. No one knows what happened. It was as if they simply vanished off the face of the Earth. The police declared them legally dead. None of my family wanted to take us in either. They all said "we are done raising kids. You guys are on your own,"

My brother Oliver was already 18 years old whereas the rest of us were still underage. He fought to keep us together and prevent us from being put into foster care. He went away to college soon after. He wasn't going to go because he didn't want to leave us behind but we convinced him to go. He works as well so he can send us as much money as he is able to.

I was going to get a job myself but then my plans changed when I got raped one year ago. I ended up pregnant as a result. Three months ago I gave birth to identical twin boys; Mason and EJ. I never told my siblings who raped me. Actually I never even told them that I was raped because knowing my siblings they would go kill the men who raped me. I already lost my parents and I was not about to lose the rest of my family to a murder charge.

They asked. Of course they did. Who wouldn't be curious as to who the father of their nephews is? But I kept my lips sealed as I suffered in silence. I saw them every day at school. We even shared some of the same classes. Every time I saw them it brought up memories of everything they did to me.

The only thing that was keeping me together at this point was my babies ironically. I considered aborting them when I was pregnant. Several times I drove all the way to the clinic only to change my mind again as soon as I got there. When they were born I loved them instantly. I would do whatever I could to take care of them and protect them.

People talked when news of my pregnancy spread. Of course they did. They all thought that I was a slut. An easy girl who would open her legs for any man. This led to a lot of taunting and teasing as well as harassment from guys who "wanted to tap that ass" as they would say. It hurt a lot. I wondered if they would still be saying these things if they knew the truth.

My only saving grace here was the Denali family. They were a strange looking bunch with their gold eyes and ice cold, pale skin. They had been very nice and friendly toward us since we first crossed paths after moving here. When my parents disappeared they helped us through that difficult time.

When I got pregnant they didn't judge me. Unlike the girls at school. They even offered to take care of my babies while I was in school. That way I wouldn't have to dropout. The Denali family have been like family to me. Which is why I didn't understand why they abruptly stopped talking to us a week and a half ago. They hadn't come by to visit and whenever we called they didn't answer.

That was the reason why I was on my way to their house right now. I wanted to make sure that they were okay. Joseph and Liz areed with my idea to go check on them and volunteered to watch Mason and EJ while I went.

As I arrived at their house I noticed several new cars there. Maybe they had visitors? But that wouldn't answer the question as to why they were avoiding us all of a sudden. As I got out I nearly slipped on a patch of ice. I knocked three times when someone answered the door.

I was startled because it wasn't anyone from the Denali family. It was a blonde man in his early twenties. He had the same gold eyes and pale skin as the Denalis did but I'd never seen him before.

The wind hit me hard from behind. The sudden blast of cold icy air causing me to hug my jacket closer to my body. The man just stood there. Staring at me in shock.

"Renesmee?"

What the? How did he know my name? I stared in confusion before realization hit me. "Oh they must have told you about me,"

"I'm confused. What are you talking about?"

Several more people appeared. None of them were the Denali family but they all shared the same golden eyes and pale skin. The way they all looked at me was freaking me out though.

"The Denali family. Tanya, Kate, Garrett, Carmen, Eleazar. They must've told you all about me and that's how you know my name, right? Although they've never told me about you. Whoever you are. Where are they anyway? They've been avoiding me for the past week and a half and I just want to make sure that they're alright,"

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