Hey you guys! I know, I'm horrible, this hasn't been updated in a long time, but now I've gotten some really cool ideas for it and I'm back to writing! Anyway I'm almost done with chapter 3 and should have it up soon, in the meantime your feedback is appreciated and thanks for reading! : )

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, wish I did, but it belongs to Stephanie Meyers

Chapter 2: Mom & Dad

Renesmee POV

As Carlisle shut the door behind him my curiosity seemed to strengthen itself. Dad had left Mom? That didn't make sense, then again, love rarely does I've learned; but still, Carlisle had said that he had did it because he felt it was what would have been best for Mom, and that really threw me. Finding your soul-mate isn't something you just ignored, in fact it often altered a person entirely. So why then, would someone so madly in love, abandon the other? Once you finally found the person you couldn't live without, why would you? The more I thought about it, the more it confused me; but aside from that it had given me a small sense of hope. Jacob had told me he loved me before he took off into the unforgiving wilderness, was it possible that it would still hold true?

There was a second knock on the door that had broken my train of thought and I heard Esme ask if it was okay to come in as she began opening the door.

"If I say no will you leave me alone?" I asked sarcastically, regretting the words the moment I had spoken them. I heard her sigh as she entered and I quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry Esme; I guess it's just become a bad habit, not thinking before I speak."

"That's alright, sweetheart," she said as she sat down beside me stroking my hair with one hand and handing me a bowl of eggs with the other.

"No thanks, I'm not hungry," I told her as a handed the bowl back to her.

"Renesmee, you have to eat," she told me as she returned the bowl to my hand with a look that said "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way" I decided it wasn't worth the struggle and choked down about half of the eggs before I sat the bowl on the night stand and turned to look at Esme. She smiled meekly at me and pulled me into a one armed hug.

"Do you want to talk?" she asked me hopeful. This was about as much interaction I had had with anyone since he had left. Mostly I just kept to myself and let my thoughts haunt me.

"No," I said staring distantly out of the window.

"Alright, well I'll be downstairs if you need me," she said as she got up to leave.

"Esme?"

"Yes sweetheart?" she said, turning around from where she stood at the door.

"When will my parents get home?"

"Oh, I don't know. Probably around 11ish," she told me as she smiled. I looked at the clock; it was only 8:00.

"Thanks."

"Renesmee, why don't you get some more sleep? You look awfully tired. Did you sleep well last night?" She questioned me worriedly.

"Yeah, I slept fine," I lied dully. I knew she didn't buy it but she gave me another smile before making her way back down stairs.

I laid back with my hands behind my head and just stared at the ceiling. I must have been more tired than I had originally thought because the next thing I remembered was waking up and hearing my parents discussing me with Carlisle and Esme.

"I know I'm worried about her too, but she refuses to do anything!" I heard my mother say.

"Well than we'll just have to ma-" My father stopped mid-sentence as he realized I was no longer asleep. I glanced at the clock, 2:30? Had I really been asleep that long? I heard the soft sound of my parents walking up the stairs and I slowly began to get up.

"Rise and shine sleepy head," I heard my father's ever smooth voice say as he knocked on the already half opened door.

"Hey," I croaked as he walked in and sat down beside me on the edge of the bed. They had been on a hunting trip in Canada for the past four days or so, something that they did once in a while to escape the commotion of life and have time alone I presume. It usually never bugged me, but ever since Jacob left, it's just made me feel all that more lonely. It's strange because even when they are here I don't converse with them, or anyone for that matter, but it's still nice to know that they're there.

My mother walked through the door shortly after my father had, and sat down on the other side of me. She looked me over as if checking to make sure I wasn't falling apart physically as much as I had been emotionally. I noticed that she looked into my eyes for a while; she could tell that I desperately needed to hunt by the shade of brown my eyes appeared.

"Renesmee, what do you say we go hunting the three of us today?" My father asked me. He had either read my thoughts or my mother had mentally voiced her thoughts to him, they couldn't seriously be that good at that weird little facial expression communication thing parents do, could they? My father chuckled in response to my thoughts and nodded his head slightly. What in the world was that supposed to mean?

"You guys just got back from hunting and you want to go hunting again?" I asked rationally; that seemed a little over-kill.

"We of course wouldn't hunt very much, but you need to go badly. When was last time you went hunting?" asked my mother as she again glanced at my darkening eyes.

"I don't know, a month or so ago," I mumbled in response.

"Only a month ago?" my father questioned as he looked doubtingly into my near-black eyes. The pigmentation was far too dark to suggest it had only been a month since I had hunted. Both my parents were silent as they waited for my response. I wasn't sure exactly how to respond though and shrugged my shoulders instead.

He sighed and reworded his question, "How many times have you been hunting since Jacob left?" he asked. His voice was calm, but his expression and tone were growing more serious.

The honest answer was that I had only gone once since he left, but for whatever reason I couldn't bring myself to say it. My parents always freaked when it came to anything involving my health and the silence spoke louder than my answer would have.

"I'm assuming that means not very much," my mother stated. I shrugged again; I suddenly felt all choked up inside and couldn't have found it in me to respond properly if I'd wanted to. The next thing I knew there was a tear rolling down my cheek, followed by many more. I felt my dad pull me into a tight hug as my mother stroked my hair. A part of me just wanted to cry and let my daddy hold me, but another part of me was furious with myself for crying. I hadn't had a crying episode in months, a record I had been planning to uphold. It seemed so weak and helpless, not to mention it wasn't doing any good.

The side of me that didn't care ended up winning and it felt good just to cry and not hold it back for a change. That was the point where I decided that maybe I wanted to be happy again. I couldn't see myself skipping through fields of daisies and I most certainly couldn't see myself getting over Jacob, but I did see myself functioning, which was a step up from the current situation.

Thanks for reading! Thoughts? Oh and also I am looking for a beta reader for this story, preferably someone who can have it back to me with in the two days after I've sent it. If you're interested leave a review or send me a PM, thanks : )

-MissRenesmeeCarlieCullen17