Chapter 2: Family

Nessie's POV

I stood there frozen in shock for god only knows how long. Neither of us moved or said a word as we waited for the other to react. My mind was having trouble processing the information that it had just received.

Could it really be true what he was saying? Was this man really my grandfather? He seemed really young. Like early 20s at least. Then again I aged at about ten times the rate of a normal person so I guess him being my grandfather wasn't that farfetched of an idea.

I sighed.

"I know its a lot for you to take in Nessie," the man claiming to be my grandfather said.

"Its just a little hard to believe that's all. I mean how can you be my grandfather? You look so young and-" I couldn't even continue.

"I'm sure you've noticed that you age faster than most people. Am I correct in that assumption?" he asked.

Again I was completely stumped. How did he know about my fast aging rate? Then again he knew my name as well so I slowly began to accept the idea that he was telling the truth and he was my grandfather.

"Yes. I don't know how old I am. I just know that I age faster than normal,"

He nodded his head. "You're actually in only five and a half years old but here you are with the body of a teenage girl. Last time I saw you you were physically three years old around the time,"

"Wow,"

"Nessie why don't you come home with me?"

For what felt like the millionth time that night he shocked me. I didn't know what I had been expecting but it surely was not an invite to his house.

"You sure about that?" I asked him.

"Nessie you're my granddaughter. You have absolutely no idea how long I, and the rest of the family, have been waiting for you to come home once again,"

"I, yeah, okay,"

I had a hard time getting up. My pregnancy was starting to make even the simplest tasks more difficult than usual. When I was sure he wasn't looking I grabbed my gun and hid it as best as I could. Ever since Curtis had given it to me I never went anywhere without it and I was not about to change my habits now. The kind of stuff I was involved made it necessary to be armed at all times.

I followed Carlisle around the corner. As it turned out the big mansion that I had been sleeping behind was his. I felt out of place just looking at the place. How could I, a homeless girl that deals drugs and robs people, be going to a house like this?

As soon as I walked in I felt several people stare at me once. Eight people to be exact. I quickly noticed a few things. A. They were inhumanely beautiful. B. They had gold eyes. C. They had extremely pale skin. How that could be healthy was beyond me.

The one exception to the pale skin and gold eyes description was an extremely big, well big as in muscly, Native American guy. There was no way he could be related to the others. He was the most handsome guy that I had ever laid eyes and I've laid my eyes on. I wondered how quickly and easily I could seduce him and get him in bed with me. I didn't know but I sure as hell was going to find out. I was going to get him to sleep with me one way or a-

A ferocious growl suddenly snapped me out of my thoughts. The bronze haired boy gave me a very frightening look that instantly made my heart skip several beats.

I turned away and walked away as fast as I could. I went into the nearest room and did my best to control my breathing and slow my heart rate.

A few minutes later my grandfather walked in.

"I'm sorry about that Nessie,"

"It's okay uh-what is your name?" It had just occurred to me that he had never told me his name.

He smiled. "It's Carlisle Cullen but you young lady may call me grandpa,"

"Okay,"

"Anyway the bathroom is just down the hallway on your right. Why don't you go get cleaned up and I'll leave some pajamas outside the door for you,"

"Thanks," I was not used to people showing me so much kindness. Is this what having a family is really like?

As soon as he left I hid my gun under the pillow. It was the best hiding place that I could think of for now.

I took my time in the shower. I cleaned just about every inch of my body that I could. By the time I got out there were pajamas just outside the door as promised. I was even more surprised how they fit me and my pregnant belly perfectly.

I walked back to the room as I wasn't ready to meet the rest of the family just yet. I jumped when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said hesitantly.

I was surprised to see the bronze haired kid that had growled at me earlier.

"Hi?" sounded more like a question.

He chuckled. "I'm sorry," he said. "I came here to apologize for what happened earlier,"

"It's okay. Truth is that I really don't understand what happened anyway,"

The next thing he did took me so much by surprise that I didn't know what to do. He hugged me in a tight cold embrace. I was shocked and confused. On top of that it sounded like he was actually crying.

"What's going on?"

"I'm sorry Nessie I just, I couldn't help it. You're my-I mean I'm your-" he was struggling to even form a coherent sentence.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Edward but that doesn't matter because I'm your father,"

"My what?" I had to pick my jaw up off the floor.

"Your my daughter Nessie. I'm your father. My God you have no idea how much I've missed you and worried about you,"

"But you're my age how can you be-"

"Haven't you realized Nessie that we are not exactly normal when it comes to aging?"

"Father? Daughter?" I had a father? Did that mean that my mother was also here? I had a family. These strange people were my family. They knew who I was but I had no idea who they were. I started to cry and he rubbed my back soothingly.

A few minutes later he suddenly asked "Renesmee what is this?"

I looked up and felt my stomach drop when I saw him holding my gun.

"Renesmee why do you have this? Why do you have a gun? I didn't want to believe it when Carlisle told me about it but now that I see it I just don't understand,"

I didn't know what to say. All I wanted was for him to give it back to me. My mind flashed back to the day I got it. All the times I robbed people at gun point flashed through my mind. All the times I've carried to drug deals to protect myself in case the deals go bad. All the times I've fired it just to scare people into doing what I wanted. Without it I was nothing.

I came out of my flashbacks to see that my father's eyes had turned from gold to black. He looked angry beyond what words could possibly describe. He was shaking from anger.

In one swift movement he took my gun and smashed it against the wall instantly shattering the weapon into millions of little pieces. He left without saying another word.

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