WARNING: GRAPHIC MENTIONS OF SEXUAL SITUATIONS, MENTAL ILLNESS, VIOLENCE, GRAPHIC LANGUAGE, MANIPULATIONS, NEGLECT, IMPLIED ABUSE, AND TRIGGERING IMAGERY. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THIS OR DO NOT ENJOY IT, DO NOT READ.
Chapter Three.
Jane's POV:
September 16th, 2013.
Royal blue and dark purple balloons and streamers covered the large dining hall. A banquet of food and a four-tier chocolate birthday cake that read the words 'Happy Birthday Andromeda' covered a long table. Twenty smaller tables sat in the space behind it. In the back of the hall, Demetri and Alec stood next to the DJ station, taking turns picking songs.
"Miss Jane, Miss Jane!" Andie yelled as she entered the room. Despite Princessa's urgings to make a big entrance, Andie wanted to be there to welcome every immortal that was coming to her party. "Look at my dress!" She twirled her Oscar de la Renata original royal blue ballroom dress.
"So beautiful! You look like a royal gem."
"Why thank you," She curtsied, a large grin on her face. "Mommy Sulpicia ordered it especially for me."
"That was very kind of her."
"I know! I love her so very much, Miss Jane."
I couldn't have the smile that rose to my face as I looked down at her. "I do too."
"She is nicer than Mommy, she doesn't yell at me when I get an answer wrong on my English worksheets or smacks me when I say American slang-" Her hand slapped against her mouth and her eyes widened as the words left her mouth. My brow furrowed.
"Mistress Princessa hits you?"
"Yes, but lightly! Like a love tap!" Her eyes started to fill with tears and she choked on her sobs. As I knelt down in front of her I felt her shudder. "It is nothing, Miss Jane. Ignore my stupidity. I spoke nonsense."
"You can tell me anything, princess. I promise you. I will never allow harm to come to you."
"Please don't tell Mommy I said anything. Please?" I wanted to refuse her, but as I stared into her big puppy eyes I knew it was no use. I sighed and nodded, to which she grinned and latched her arms around my neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"You're welcome, sweet heart. Now, why don't you go wash your face off and find your father? The guests will be arriving soon."
"Okay! Bye, bye, Miss Jane!"
"Goodbye, princess. Happy Birthday!"
When she was out of earshot I pulled out my cellphone and texted my twin an urgent message before depositing it back into my pocket. In seconds flat he was beside me, a Louis Vuitton original covering his frame.
"You rang?"
"Princess Andie just told me something very worrying." Alec's eyebrows rose to his hairline and he pulled me to the side of the ballroom behind a forest green curtain.
"Like what? Did she tell you that dragons tried to ear her again?" Even as he teased I could tell he was worried. "Sister, dragons are not real-"
"She said that Mistress Princessa hits her."
"Excuse me?"
"Yes, she was telling me about how Mistress Sulpicia ordered her ballgown and then went on to say how she liked her better than Princessa because she doesn't hit or yell at her when she makes a mistake."
"This is alarming. What are we to do?"
"After the party, we should go to Master himself and explain the situation. Maybe he'll finally drain the witch."
"We can only hope, sister dear."
My anxieties only got worse as Zachary pulled me into his quarters and dropped an atomic bomb.
"She is everything I've dreamed of… I'm sorry," Zachary concluded with a sob. I sat frozen beside him.
How did he find someone else so quickly?
"Who is she?"
"Her name is Selena… She is also a half-breed. The coven in Malta found her." They had been visiting Renata for the last three weeks. He and the half-breed had been falling in love right under my nose. Half of me felt a deep rage while the other didn't care. It was bound to happen; he would either be drained or mated. Being around all these single vampires didn't make matters easy.
When I finally my bearings I exclaimed, "You should be with her. Live happily together."
"I cannot! I am yours, Miss Jane." Yes, my property, but not mine, I thought bitterly.
"You are free. Be with her."
"How can you do this to yourself? You deserve happiness, too. You deserve love and support, Miss Jane. I know it. I've seen the real you deep inside." He ran a hand through his golden hair and took in a deep breath. "When I'm about to fall asleep some nights and you hold me so tender, or when I was ill, and you fed me broth and held me in the sauna to sweat the disease out of me. Most know you as an evil witch, but I know better."
Without missing a step, I stood up and walked over to him. Leaning down, I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before cupping his soft cheeks.
"You are too genuine for this world. Please, go be happy in Malta with your beloved. It will soften my heart just a little bit to know my pet is happy forever." With tears in his eyes, he held my hands to his face, a sad smile coming to his face.
"Thank you. I could never ask for a better friend."
"I hold the same sentiments."
Renesmee's POV:
September 16th, 2013.
"Did you block my number?" Jamie asked in confusion, leaning against the lockers with a worried expression. I ignored him entirely, sliding my books into my backpack. Astronomy first, then my notebook, then my Algebra two textbook. This weekend would be spent doing homework and studying for the upcoming tests and I had to be prepared. It didn't feel right so I slipped them back out and repeated the process again. And again. Finally, I felt satisfied enough I zipped it up, making sure the content wouldn't fall out.
I shut my locker and slipped my backpack over my shoulder, intent on leaving without speaking to him. "Hey, wait-"
His hand pulled my arm back and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from ripping his head off. "Let go of me." Jamie's palms were sweaty, and I felt the urge to rip my skin off.
Humans were so nasty and sweaty and disgusting.
But he ignored my pleas and queried, "What did I do? I thought we had a great time."
"We did."
Get the hell off of me! I stomped down the urge to rip his whole arm off to get away but knew Carlisle would frown on the violence.
"But?"
"You're old news." I snapped with a sneer. As if burned, he let my arm drop and scoffed. I fought to keep from grinning as I took in his distressed expression. Smile later, you need to scrub off his nasty germ-infested touch.
"Me? Old news? Sweetheart, you were lucky to have slept with me."
Oh, so he was going to go that route? Slut shaming me for not calling him back? Hah, funny.
"Am I?"
"Everyone knows you're easy. I mean, you are that type."
"That type?" My nails dug into my arm to keep from bolting. Oh no, I definitely wasn't leaving yet no matter how much I wanted to run to the bathroom.
"You know, good girl gone bad. You're just doing it to piss your parents off."
"Awe are you still upset that I fucked you but didn't want to date you?" I couldn't keep in my laugh this time, so I let it out, loudly and proudly. "Wow, pathetic."
"I am not pathetic."
"Then why are you standing here wasting my time?" He looked at a loss for words, so I continued. "And so, what if I'm trying to piss off my parents? Why does that give you the right to look down on me just because I didn't agree to do what you wanted? You boys are all the same. If a girl doesn't do exactly what you say, you try to tear her down emotionally and shame her for wanting to play the field. If our roles had been reversed, your buddies would be smacking you on the back and giving you props for fucking the youngest Cullen sister." Another laugh left my mouth before I could trap it, and he looked as if he had been slapped. "News flash, Jamie, you were played. And I even got a new purse and shoes out of it!"
"You can't be serious." His face grew redder by the second, but I just gave him an impish smile back.
"I am. Now go bother someone else before I have Emmett rip your throat out." He paled and instead of anger in his eyes, it was fear. He quickly darted in the other direction and disappeared, leaving me in the hallway alone.
Now to the bathroom.
As the water wet my hands I quickly squirted a good amount of soap on my hands and lathered both of my arms up to the elbow. Scrubbing roughly, I tried to stop counting.
One, two, three, four, five, five, four, three, two, one, two, three, four-
Fucking asshole. Why did he have to do that? I was doing so well. But he got his sweat on me. Not the good kind. Not the sexy kind. The gym class kind. Fuck.
Five, four, three, two, one, one, two, three, four, five, four, three-
When my hands and arms were free of suds I poured more soap onto my hands and scrubbed again. My skin had turned an angry red and I clenched my teeth as I washed my skin forcefully.
Five, four, three, four, three, four, four, four, four, four-
"So dirty, so dirty, so dirty, so dirty," Tears dripped down my cheeks and I felt my chest tighten. Shit, not now. Not here. I just want to go home and study!
Four, four, four, four, four, four-
Again, and again I scrubbed my arms. After the sixth time, I finally felt my heart stop pounding. My chest relaxed.
Four, four, four, five, six.
Shit, finally.
Drying off my stinging arms, I turned the water off with a paper towel before depositing it in the trash can. Soon after I left the bathroom, eager to leave the hell that is high school. But a voice stopped me.
"Wow, what a jerk." I whirled around, and my breath caught.
Dante.
He was here.
In my school!
"Dante." It tasted like honey coming off my lips. I'm sure I looked a mess with my face and arms beet red and my lips bitten to hell, but he smiled and peered down at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the world.
"Hello, Renesmee. Are you alright?"
"Y-yeses. I'm fine. You go to school here, I take it?"
"I start tomorrow. Just looking around a bit while my father signs me up."
"What grade are you in?"
"I am a senior, and you?"
"Me too." We stayed in silence for a second, and his wide grin made a blush coat my cheeks. Without warning, he leaned towards me.
I feared he was going to kiss me and send me into another freakout, but then he whispered softly into my ear, "Let's be official."
"W-what?"
"You're beautiful. I want you to be mine." This boy seemed different from the other. More mature and knew what he wanted.
And he wanted me.
Who was I to decline?
"Okay." He grabbed my phone out of my pocket and snapped a photo of us before typing in his number.
"Call me tonight, I want to fall asleep thinking of you."
In a daze, I took my phone from him, careful to not touch his fingertips. "O-okay."
"Goodbye, princess." Then he disappeared from view. After a deep breath, I walked towards the exit, pushing the door open with my back and not touching it with my hand.
"You have a boyfriend?! The day has finally come!" Jasper screeched from the couch before standing at attention. "Men grab your guns! We're going hunting tonight."
"Stop! You're so embarrassing."
"That's our job, sweet pea."
"So, when do we get to meet this chump?" Emmett inquired, cracking his knuckles.
"Never." I deadpanned, earning a fit of laughter.
"No can do, sweet heart. You know we have to give him the 'ole Cullen welcome." Rosalie rolled her eyes from the couch.
"Will you both stop teasing her? You're worse than Alice sometimes."
"Thank you, Aunt Rose."
With pursed lips, Aunt Rose asked, "So, when do we get to meet him?"
"Ugh, you're as bad as them!"
"Can you blame me? This is a new development." She sat down the magazine she was flipping through and waved her hands around in excitement. "You never become official with anyone!"
"He's different, I guess."
"I don't like it, I don't like it one bit."
"Yes, go back to smashing boy's hearts like your Uncle Jasper taught you."
"You all are impossible." Ignoring them, I sat on the loveseat away from them and lay my textbooks on the coffee table. Time to get to work!
Third person POV:
"Yes, father. The plan is moving flawlessly. Renesmee Cullen is already quite smitten with me," And who could blame her, Dante thought to himself as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. I'm gorgeous!
"Have you encountered the other Cullen's yet?"
"Not yet. I will let you know in two-days' time what their perception of me is."
"Very well. Anything else to note?"
"Renesmee's mental state should be taken into question. After a human boy grabbed her she threatened him and then scrubbed her arm for a half an hour."
"I will have Eve look into the information. Thank you, son."
"Of course, father. Anything for you."
"Is that Dante? Let me speak to him!" Princessa screeched and Aro quickly said, "Goodbye, son."
"Take care, father!" The line cut and Dante was left thanking the God's that he didn't have to listen to his mother crying again. God, that woman was worse than a banshee!
