I was standing in a dark room. Torture devices hung from the ceilings. But that's not what scared me the most. On the floor, the bodies of my family were scattered. I knelt to the ground, tears falling from my eyes. Aunt Alice, Uncle Jasper, Aunt Rosalie, Uncle Emmett, Grandpa Carlisle, Grandma Esme... Mom... Dad...
"Nessie!" Jake called. I turned to see him running towards me. "You have to escape! You have to--"
A black shadow slammed him against the wall.
"Jake!" I screamed.
He struggled against the man holding him against the wall, the muscles in his neck popping out.
"Let him go!" I yanked at the man's arm.
The man turned, his eyes flowing crimson red. He released Jake, and looked hungrily at me. I stepped back as he stalked towards me. Jake lay motionless against the wall.
"You foolish girl," he mocked. "You know nothing. You're a traitor. Just like your family." He gestured to the ground.
Tears flowed out through my eyes. "Why?" I asked. "Why are you doing this?"
His eyes hardened and I could swear the red in his eyes was glowing. "Because you don't deserve to live."
I awoke the next morning, even more freaked out than usual. I was a robot the whole morning. Nobody could get a straight answer out of me.
"What's wrong?" Jake asked at lunch.
"Uh, nothing," I lied.
"There's something," he pressed.
"Just... let it go," my voice was barely a whisper.
He stared at me, his eyes questioning, but he let it go.
"I'm going to go get lunch." He excused himself to the lunch line.
Once he left, Laurel scooted in closer to me.
"So, you guys seem close," she commented.
"Uh, yeah," I said. "I've known him since... forever. We'd always hang out when I came up here from Arizona."
"He's not like other guys," she noted. "I mean, it seems he genuinely cares for your feelings."
"Yeah, he's pretty great," I admitted.
"I know we may have just met, but please take my advice," she pleaded. "Hold on to him and don't let him go."
I smiled. "I won't." It was so easy talking to this person I'd only met yesterday.
Six thirty came so quickly, I barely had time to blink. My stomach was filled with butterflies, and I thought I was going to puke.
I met Jake at the end of the long drive to my house. I felt pretty good about myself. My black heels went flawlessly with my deep green dress. Sage green eyeshadow was applied to my eyelids, and a light pink blush covered my cheeks. My dark brown curls flowed down my shoulders.
"Wow," Jake said when I climbed into his car. "You look... wow."
"Thanks," I blushed. "So where are we going?"
"It's a surprise," he smiled.
I jutted out my bottom lip. "Please, Jakey?" I begged.
"Nope," he grinned.
About twenty minutes later, we were seated in the most beautiful restaurant I could have ever pictured. It was small, but set outside near a lake. Boats drifted nearby as we ate the most exquisite food by candlelight.
"This evening has really been... magical," I commented as we were waiting for waitress to bring back his change.
"Magical, eh?" he chuckled. "You've just... been under a lot of stress lately. I figured you deserved a nice evening."
Aww. He thought I deserved a nice evening. Laurel's words played in my mind again. Hold on to him and don't let him go. I will never let him go. He is special. And I'm the luckiest girl ever to have him. I smiled at the thought.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
"Just that... you're mine," I murmured.
"You're right," he took my hand in his. "I'm yours."
I smiled. Jacob Black was mine. I, Renesmee Cullen, had Jacob Black.
"And I'm yours," I whispered back.
This evening was so perfect. The most perfect evening I could have ever imagined. His arm was wrapped around my shoulder as we walked out.
"Thank you," I whispered, leaning my head onto his shoulder.
"You're welcome," he whispered back.
The blurry lines that had been forming in our relationship were suddenly clear. I loved Jacob Black. Jacob Black loved me, little Nessie Cullen. I was in total bliss... until I came home.
"RENESMEE CARLIE CULLEN!" my mother screamed as I walked through the door with Jake. "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!"
"What, Mom?" I asked.
"YOU'RE DATING HIM?!" she gestured to Jake. "Out of all the stupid things you could have done... Why?"
"M-Mom," I stuttered. "I don't see what's wrong with it."
"It's messed up!" she screamed. "He used to be interested in me! Your mother! Doesn't that make you sick?!"
"Mom! It's not a big deal!" I screamed back. I turned to my father. "You... you said you wouldn't tell her."
"I had to," he hung his head.
Tears were streaming down my face. "You're a traitor." I said through gritted teeth. "I hate you."
"Then why don't you just leave," my mother challenged.
"Bella," my father shot her an alarmed glance.
"Maybe I will!" I ran upstairs and locked my bedroom door. Pulling out two old duffel bags, I started yanking clothes out of my closet and shoving it in them.
"What are you doing?" Jake asked. I hadn't noticed he had followed.
"Leaving," I said. "They can't be telling me what to do. I'm not a little girl anymore!"
"Nessie, I think you need to rethink this. They're your family."
"Family?! I can't stand to be in the same room with them, Jake! I need to get out of here, out of this town."
I finished packing everything I needed and shoved makeup and my toothbrush in the bags. Finally, I pulled out the fake driver's license and ID my mom had gotten me. I shoved them into an old purse and emptied enough money equivalent to two year's salary into there. Jacob followed me out without another word.
"Nessie," my mom said as I came down the stairs. "Nessie, I'm sorry. You're my baby and---"
"Save it," I spat. "You don't care. I need out. Out of this town. I can't be stuck here! I need to live my life!"
"Wait! Nessie!" my father called. But he was too late. I was shoving my bags into the back of the white BMW M3 I had gotten for my last birthday.
"Where are you going?" Jacob asked.
"I-I'm not sure yet," I whispered. "Anywhere but here."
"I'm coming with you," he said.
"No," I protested. "I can't drag you down with me."
"You're not dragging me down, Nessie," he grabbed both of my hands. "We're doing this together."
"Together," I agreed.
He climbed into the driver's seat and I climbed into the passenger's seat. We weren't sure where we were going or if we would be okay, but we had each other. And we were doing this together.
Author's Note: Hola chiquitas! I was really excited about this chapter, so I had to write it! I really don't like Bella, but in her defense for this story, she was just... caught up in the moment. But in the original Twilight Saga, I'm not sure. She's okay in the first one, but then I think she lead Jacob on afterwards. ANYHOO! I really hate splitting families up, but, I just... had to. Forgive me! And I know, you're probably thinking "Lauren knows about cars?" Heheheh... HELL NO! I looked it up on the net. But I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I did writing it. Well, the date part at least. If you're wondering where the rest of the Cullens were, they were hiding somewhere else in the house, because they didn't think it was their fight. I didn't write that in though.
I'M BURNING UP... BURNING UP! FOR YOU BABY! Leave a review el chiquita bananas!
--Lauren