Apple Cider

Summary: What about if the Voturi had taken Nessie when she was a baby, and took her somewhere the Cullen's would never look for her. Jacksonville with her grandma? Who helps her through life? Will the Cullens find out? What about Jacob?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Yet HAHA. Oh wait wait I own Sinclair!!!

A/N: Okay this story is mostly going to be in Nessie's POV! Oh yeah, and the grammar isn't always going to be correct, because its in the pov of a high school teenager, and do any of us speak correctly?

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Nessa POV-

When I walked into the house, and saw all those people I knew. I'm not an idiot. I saw my mother, I remember. My father no one could forget him. I knew and I couldn't deal. I threw my bag down and walked into the kitchen. I started to hyperventilate in there, and if I truly needed to breath I would of passed out right there. I grabbed a red bull, because that is what people that didn't just see there parents for the first time in 8 years would do. I couldn't do this. They couldn't know I knew. I had to go. I needed to go.

I came back out into the living room and they were all still staring, I wish I could take the time to stare back. A million thoughts were running through my head at once

I didn't know what to do.

Sinclair would know what to do

Oh he's hot.

And I walked out the door. Ran as fast as I could across the lawn and into the woods. I needed to do something human, something I had never done before, I cried. I didn't think I could cry. But today I proved myself wrong, there in the hid out of the trees I cried and cried until I couldn't handle it. Until I smelt Sinclair at the house. What would they tell her?Where would they say I went?

Maybe they would think I ran away to never come back. I had a master plan if I ever had to get away. James would find me, that was for sure.

As I thought that the bushes started to move a little harder then if the bushes had moved it. He probably already found me.

But it wasn't him.

It was her.

My mom.

As I took in all I could she started to climb the tree and set beside me. She smelt just like James, a smell I didn't expect to calm me.

When she was sitting beside me I looked at her. With tears in my eyes and bleeding mascara.

Before I knew it was in her arms, crying.

And she held me and rubbed my back and cooed to me like I was a baby.

Maybe I was just a baby, because I let her do it.

It seemed like hours, but I knew it was only seconds. Seconds like in the last minute of class where it seems like days, waiting to leave the school for the night.

Then it slipped out, I didn't want it to but it did….

Why didn't you try to find me?