Chapter 16: Hopeless

Nessie's POV

We were forced to return to school two days later. Much to my dismay. I didn't want to go back to school. Not when there was still so much going on in my life. The Cullens needed my help and I was determined to help them. I didn't care if I had to go down to the police station every single day and repeat my story until I was blue in the face. I would do it. I would convince the police that I was telling the truth. That I was not brainwashed as they so strongly believed. But school just got in the way of my plans.

When I was at school I couldn't concentrate on my work. My mind often wondered to what was going on. I worried that my family would remain locked up forever. They were not even granted bail because the judge believed that they would be a flight risk. They were stuck there in every sense of the word. I decided that day that I would go visit them after school. I would let them know that I was trying my best to help them. I didn't want them to think that I abandoned them. However my plans went straight out the window as soon as school ended. My foster mother was waiting for us at the entrance to the school.

I groaned. My foster family never picked us up from school. So why did they choose today of all days to pick us up? Great just great.

"What are you doing here?" I asked a bit more harshly then I meant to.

"Picking you up from school," she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Which I guess it was.

"But you never picked us up before,"

"Yeah and that was before you were kidnapped while you were in my care. I'm not going to take anymore chances with you kids,"

I gritted my teeth but didn't say anything. It didn't matter how many times I told my the police or my foster family the truth. They all believed the same thing. That I was a brainwashed victim incapable who refused to tell the truth to defend my kidnappers. Sometimes I really hated being a kid and I couldn't wait to grow up so that I would be taken more seriously.

"Well could we at least go see the Cullens?"

"Renesmee-"

"Look I know that you believe that we are lying to protect them or whatever but they are innocent. They were helping us. They would never hurt us," I felt like I was about to start crying again. I cried the night my family was arrested. I cried almost all day yesterday. Now I cried this morning and now I was about to cry again.

"You've been forbidden from seeing them,"

"You can't forbid me from seeing them. I have the right-"

"It wasn't my decision. It was the court's decision. They have decided that for your safety you three would not be allowed to visit the Cullen family in jail under any circumstances," she said as my heart sank lower and lower with each word. What was I going to do now? How could I help my family if I could not even see them? I didn't think it was possible to feel even more helpless than I already did. I didn't say another word on the subject as we headed home.

I tried to bury myself in work for the rest of the evening. My brothers and I had fallen behind thanks to missing so much school. The one good thing about everyone believing we were kidnapped is that we were given extra time to make up the work that we had missed in class. If they had known the truth we most likely would not have been allowed to make up our school work. We were only a few months away from graduating elementary school and we didn't want anything to get in the way of that.

Yet my schoolwork was still not enough to keep my mind from wondering off. When I was not worrying about the Cullens I was worrying about my mother. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't figure out how it was possible for to have gotten pregnant. Okay I knew how pregnancy worked. I'd gotten the talk from my mother the day I started my first period. So how could she have had sex while she was in a coma? It didn't make any sense to me.

I slammed my book shut as a headache started to settle in. I had been working for two and a half hours already and I hadn't made much progress. I looked outside the window and wished more than anything that I could run down to the beach. Surfing was the one surefire way that I could relax despite the most stressful of situations. I wasn't even allowed to do that however. I was forced to stay at home under the watchful eye of my foster parents. My brothers and I were trapped. But at least we were trapped together. The department of children and family services had decided not to separate us after all. We'd gone through to much trauma already they said. Who were we to fight them on this? After all the reason that we had run away in the fist place was so that we could stay together.

Day after day was the same thing. We'd get up, get dressed, eat, go to school, come back home and work. The constant supervision that I was under meant that I couldn't even try to sneak into the jail where my family was being held. There were zero opportunities to sneak away and believe me I sought out every single opportunity that I could. It was not until one Friday, two and a half weeks later, that I finally got the opportunity that I had been waiting for. After school my brothers and I walked over to the area where either our foster mother or father would be waiting for us. Only this time there was no one there. That's when I knew that I had to spring into action.

"Guys I am going down to the jail. I'm going to try and sneak and see them. I have to at least let them know that we're trying out best. We'd been down to the jail where my family was being held several times over the past few weeks to try and convince them that we were telling the truth. It was all to no avail. I wouldn't give up and I was not going to let my family believe that I had given up on helping them.

That Friday the jail was more crowded than usual. The police were talking to several other people. That was good news for me as it provided the diversion that I needed to sneak past them. I felt an adrenaline rush when I realized that my plan was working. Once I was in I knew that I wouldn't have a lot of time in there. I would be caught on the security cameras faster than I could say jail. I made my way past several cells before I finally spotted one member of my family. My father.

"Dad!" I shouted excitedly. I momentarily forgot that I'd been forbidden from calling him dad in public. I excitedly ran over to him but as soon as he turned around I froze in my tracks. My father was not alone in the cell. My uncle Emmett was also in there with him. That was not what made me freeze however. My dad's eye color had changed from it's beautiful golden eye color to pitch black. As black as outer space without any stars. It scared the holy crap out of me. It wasn't just my dad's eyes either but uncle Emmett's had changed to that same scary pitch black as well.

"What are you doing here?!" he snapped angrily.

"I came to see you. To tell you that I'm trying to help get you out of here," I reached out to touch him but he backed away from me. "What's wrong?" I asked him.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm just so thirsty. Extremely thirsty. We all are,"

"What they don't give you any water here?!" How inhumane.

"Not thirsty for water-"

"Renesmee what are you doing back here?! You're not supposed to be back here!"

I gripped the bars tightly in fear as I heard the police officer coming my way.

"Come on Renesmee!"

"No!" I shouted. "I want to-"

"Renesmee if you don't come with me this instant so help me God I will remove you from the premises by force do you understand?"

Reluctantly I let go of the cell bars and walked away. I glanced back at my father once and saw his pitch black eyes watching me leave. I was surprised whe I saw dents in the bars where I had gripped them. The metal had been bent and distorted somehow.

"Renesmee you know that you're forbidden from seeing them. You're not allowed to go back there under any circumstances,"

"But I-"

"It doesn't matter I suppose," the officer said. "In a few days there going to be transferred to a federal prison anyway,"

My head started spinning. I felt like I was going to faint.

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