Say Something

Edwards POV

Impatience began to swell inside me as I watched the hand on the clock in Carlisle's office, slowly tick itself away. Time always seemed to go by fast for me, much faster than the others. But on this particular night, time seemed like it was deliberately going slow just to intensify the psychological nausea that built inside me and my non-beating heart to crack, and imaginarily beat against my chest.

Renesmee had been in Carlisle's medical room for about three hours, and each second that ticked by, I swore made my nerves worsen. Every minute that went by that Carlisle hadn't come out and said at least one thing, made me that much more nauseated with guilt, worry, and confusion.

I knew I could simply tune into his thoughts but I didn't want to and I forced any kind of thoughts out of my head. I wanted to be numb but I knew that wasn't going to be possible. Not with thoughts and emotions I desperately wanted to banish, were flooding my mind and body.

Thirty years ago, I loathed Renesmee. I wouldn't have cared if she lived or died and part of me even wanted her to die. But now my stomach twisted and turned at the thought of her actually dying.

I didn't know how much longer Carlisle was going to take, but I couldn't set still so I rose from my seat and walked into the hallway of my Family's house. I passed by the door of the room Renesmee was in. I forced myself not to barge into the room because truth be told, I felt I didn't have the right to show any of my feelings, good or bad, towards Renesmee. There were two people that had always cared for her, stood up to me in her favor, fought with me for her. Those two people deserved that right more.

I didn't need to protect Bella from Renesmee but I did have to respect Renesmee's wishes as the only thing I was allowed to do.

As I made my way outside, and walked to the edge of the river closest to our house, I watched across the river as one of the Quileutes, a dark brown wolf, by his thoughts, he was new and his name was Stephen.

He stopped at the sight of me, just as the other pitch black wolf stepped out of the tree's and followed his gaze. They both growled in my direction, but I ignored them.

Then something hit me. Renesmee's mate wasn't aware of where she was. Or at least for all I knew…I narrowed my eyes for a minute, but then relaxed them. I had no right to comment on Renesmee's life.

I tried to think of a way to contact him, but I didn't have any idea of where he was or where he had intended for he and Renesmee to stay. One thing I did know about him though, was that he was able to deflect my ability when I was around him. I could only read his thoughts, and then I could feel him…banish my ability away from him. It felt like a headache, which I hadn't had in over a hundred and forty years.

I thought back towards Renesmee. She did have a cellphone, perhaps she had it on her.

I ran back to Carlisle's study, and picked up the clothes Renesmee had given me when she had gotten Renesmee undressed and into a gown.

I unfolded her jeans and padded around the pockets. When I didn't feel it there, I moved onto her jacket that smelled heavily of her blood, there I finally found what I was looking for. A small metal-cased smartphone with a touchscreen on it.

I turned on the screen to find that it was locked with a password. I sighed with disappointment but that didn't stop me from trying several different numbers. Her birthday, Christmas, but on my final try I had to think of something right or I was going to be locked from the phone. Finally, something hit me.

9-13-89, was my final try. I sighed before I pushed the touch screen "unlock" button. It lit up with the home screen that I was determined to unlock. It didn't have any applications on the front of the phone except for the small green telephone shaped icon for calling, and a phonebook shaped icon for contacts.

I didn't want to spend time handling the annoying small device, and quickly went to her contacts. Instead of them being labeled with names, they were all titled with numbers. Luckily, there were only three contacts, and I assumed Nahuel was number one.

When I clicked on number one, it was actually Charlie's number. I flung my fingers sideways until I brought up the second, and I wasn't sure if it was the one I was looking for, but I imagined it was an ally of some sort that would come to her aid.

I pressed on the contact and brought up the calling window for it. I thoroughly thought about what I was going to be able to say.

I pressed the "send" button and waited impatiently as it rang, but soon enough a voice came over the speaker.

"Renesmee?" from the voice I remember hearing only a second of, I recognized It.

"This is her father," I said calmly.

Silence followed, but I could hear a slight hiss over the phone.

"Something happened to Renesmee… She's at my home—" Before I could extend an invitation, I could a rapid heartbeat behind me.

I turned rapidly, thinking I would see Renesmee, but instead I saw the man I remembered from Renesmee's car. My eyes narrowed as I brought the phone down and pressed its power button until it turned off.

"What happened?" He promptly demanded in a simple tone. It wasn't worried or happy. In fact, he looked to be emotionless. I couldn't tell if he just trying to focus or what, but it sure didn't look like he was trying to hide it. If he was trying, he mastered the art of not looking like it.

Anger began to swell inside my chest. I instantly wanted to reach across the separation of us, and back hand him into a tree.

I nodded to him. "My father's taking care of her,"

I tried my best to explain the incident with him. I was trying to make sure Bella wasn't anywhere close by or anyone else from my family that might not be able to keep the secret. Even with as dangerous as a threat Renesmee was wielding.

Throughout my entire explanation, he stayed frozen and simply listened to my story. He stood frozen as he mulled over his thoughts.

"Is she going to be okay?" He questioned, "Where is she?" he asked again, once again unnerved.

"Carlisle is operating on her," I informed him, my stomach turning at the thought. "He said it should be simple enough, though,"

We both turned our heads to the sound of a twig breaking. He growled towards the stranger, finally a strike of an emotion from him. Once I saw who it was, I relaxed and turned towards the man, whose name I still hadn't learned.

"Edward," Carlisle said softly, his eyes fixing on the man who still stood straight defensively.

"Good evening," Carlisle greeted towards my other company. "I am Carlisle,"

"Nahuel,"

I was relieved to finally have learned his name.

"I assume, from recognizing you early, you are Renesmee's mate," Carlisle questioned.

Nahuel shook his head, his face stone hard to disguise any emotions. "No, just a friend…to be more simple," he admitted. But I did catch something on the end of it. I raised my eyebrow questioningly.

"Renesmee will be okay," Carlisle said, I deflated my shoulders in relief. I was growing irritated with Nahuel's emotionless expression towards Renesmee, though. Wasn't he worried for her? Did he not fear he would lose her, even if she was just his friend?

Was this how Bella felt about me, when she begged me to be more involved with Renesmee? I thought it was highly possible. If this was a reliving of the moments, it sure was weird to be on the opposite end.

"I have questions though," Carlisle said sternly. "Follow me, please," it sounded urgent so I tailed him as Nahuel, Carlisle, and I ran towards the house.

When he closed the door to his study, he looked at us both. "I've never seen x-rays quite like Renesmee's," Carlisle informed us. I was interested to know why, and I could feel myself growing impatient when he didn't get to the point

"What is it?" I demanded, irritated.

He walked over and turned on his x-ray light and placed three black x-ray papers that I assumed were Renesmee's, and I could already see what he wanted to know and I was already just as confused as he was.

Where Renesmee's entire stomach and reproductive organs were, looked completely black, like someone had hollowed it out.

Her words came rushing back to me about being experimented on. Was this what she meant? I knew it was none of my business but I couldn't help wanting to know what had done this to her.

Before I could stop myself, I turned to Nahuel with question clearly in my eyes.

He sighed as he looked between me and Carlisle. Carlisle held his hand up as if to speak the words that would probably repair my own.

"You don't have to tell us anything, Nahuel, I just thought it may have been something you didn't know about," he explained, but Nahuel cut him off.

"I more than knew about it," he said, matter-of-factly. "I'm the one that consoled her after that," he continued.

"Did the woman in the woods do this?" I questioned before thinking.

He shook his head. "No, Renesmee did that,"

He frowned to himself as he ran his hand through his hair. I wanted to know more, but part of me reminded myself again, that I didn't have the right.

"Why not just look for yourself?" he finally said, looking over at me.

Carlisle and I both stiffened, as I shook my head. I felt both of their eyes on me now.

"I don't have the right," I told them, "I've had no part of Renesmee's life, I made her childhood miserable," I told them.

Nahuel shrugged. "Suit yourself,"

Their gazes relaxed. Before I could register the thoughts of the person approaching the door, it already flew open. Rosalie stood in the door frame with her eyes fixed on me.

"Who is in Carlisle's operating room?" she demanded, not particularly caring who answered first. When no one answered, she appeared close to my face.

"Edward, who is it?"

I looked at her. She already knew who it was, and I could see it in her eyes. She was just afraid to be wrong if she stepped into the room not to find the girl she was hoping to see, or if it was an illusion brought on by sadness.

"Is it…is it her?" she demanded to know, but my silence was her answer and she was gone. I heard Renesmee's door open, I followed after Rosalie.

I stopped as I entered into the room. I wasn't able to tear Rosalie away from Renesmee. A smile I hadn't seen in years, appeared on Rosalie's face, as she stared at the unconscious girl on the bed.

Her heart beat was much stronger now, but not nearly as strong as it used to be. But it did grow in strength with each beat.

"Does Bella know?" Rosalie asked, turning to me with happiness.

"No! She can't know!" I said quickly, "Renesmee…Renesmee isn't like she use to be Rose," I warned.

"Oh really? How Edward of you, always trying to turn us against her," Rose responded in a hushed, annoyed tone.

"No, I'm not," I sighed and then continued "She doesn't want Bella around her, she threatened to kill the entire town if I let it slip she was here or if I made her see Bella,"

"How do I know you're not just lying, Edward? You'd do anything for us to hate her as much as you do," her eyes narrowed with hatred towards me, but I could hear in her thoughts that there was also a part of her that instinctively couldn't deny my claim.

"She killed a women just to prove to me she would," I said again, "It's too dangerous, Rosalie, there's too many innocent people here that are just trying to live their lives, they don't deserve to just be killed," I told her.

Rosalie dropped her gaze from me, and then let them wander to Renesmee. Nothing would ever change Rosalie's love for her only niece and I knew that. But she agreed with me, with no response. She walked over to Renesmee and let her finger course through a strand of hair that was wiggling from the slight breeze in the room on her nose, and pushed it behind her ear.

"Even more beautiful than I am," Rosalie said, before bending forward and placing a kiss on Renesmee's forehead. "I missed doing that," she said.

Her eyes finally turned towards me, with a profound hatred that blazed inside her eyes. Her thoughts were clear. "If it wasn't for you, I could have been doing that for years," she hissed in her thoughts. As acidy as they were, they were true.

I stood there motionless for what seemed like an hour or maybe two. I stared as blankly as Nahuel did, as I processed my emotions.

I walked close to her bedside and examined it more, resisting the urge to reach forward and caress her smooth-looking facial features. To let her knew I was here, that she was going to be okay. But those words wouldn't bring her comfort.

Seeing her like this, she looked so peaceful and mostly, she looked exactly like her Mother, even just as beautiful. I heard another heartbeat behind me and turned. Nahuel stood leaning against the doorjamb with the same expressionless face but he was looking at Renesmee.

"What happened to her?" I asked, turning back to her.

He didn't say anything for so long I was sure he wasn't going to answer but he finally did.

"Why don't you look for yourself?" He softly said, as if not to wake her.

I shrugged. "It's not my place to look, if you don't volunteer the information, its not right for me to barge into her memories…" I explained.

"I won't volunteer the information before it's better if you see it, not because I don't want you to know it," he explained. His statement confused me so I turned towards him with my eyebrow arched.

"Was her stomach not one of the experiments she mentioned?" I asked, but he frowned.

"No," he said "That was something she did by herself, after one of the experiments,"

"Why?" I asked, even more curious and worried. I knew I wasn't going to like the response. I wished I could've just read his mind for my answers, even the ones I didn't like but that felt like an invasion as well.

"Those are one of the things you have to see, they can't be explained…much like a lot of the things she does," He said, shrugging his shoulders. "When she begins to wake, sedate her again, and let me come get her," he instructed before disappearing from the door.

I contemplated what he had said. I wanted to reach forward and cup her cheek but it was a battle within myself.

Despite what she thought, she was my daughter. But at the same time, I wasn't convinced I was authorized to listen to her memories. Despite that though, she wouldn't have a way to know I had read her memories, could she? How long would I be here? Would she have healed herself, and woke up in the middle of reading her memories? I didn't know. But I remembered my commitment from earlier in the cave. I vowed to know what had hurt her. But what also went through my mind was Bella. Would she want me to learn what had hurt her daughter? Part of me knew Bella herself would probably look into Renesmee's past, with Renesmee kicking and screaming.

I finally made up my decision as I thought about Bella. I owed Bella this very thing. To do the thing that she wasn't allowed to, due to Renesmee's wishes.

I reached between my legs and pulled a chair up to me, and sat. I looked around to make sure I was alone, and reached onto the bed and collected Renesmee's hand.

It took a few seconds for Renesmee's present face to blur away, to dive into her precious memories. But soon enough, I was engulfed in them.

And Nahuel was right. I was quickly plunged into a horror movie.

TBC