Chapter 32
How? Who? What?

"Renesmee, wake up!" Jake whispered into my ear. My eyes flew open at the urgency I his voice.

"What's going on?" I whispered.

"Something's happened with Rosaline."

"Wha—what?"

"She's missing."

She's missing? How could Rosaline be missing? I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"How did she go missing?"

"I don't know, I heard your parents talking about it out there while you were sleeping." He answered, his head motioning toward my door.

"But—"he put his finger up to signal me to stop talking.

"They're coming, I'll be back soon." He whispered as he jumped off the bed and out the window. I lay back down and pretended to be sleeping.
My parents slowly opened the door, trying not to make a sound.

"Renesmee?" my mother called quietly. I sat up slowly and turned to face them.

"Mom, dad, what's going on?"

"Rosaline's gone missing." My father answered quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"We went upstairs to get her from Alice's room, and she was gone."

"Was there a scent of anyone? Could she have been kidnapped?"

"Yes, there was a scent…" he whispered.

"Well…do you recognize it?" He looked down and then at my mother.

"Yes, I do."

"Well, whose is it?"

"It's….It's Antoine's."

I felt my stomach do a flip and that lump in my throat.

"No, no it can't be his."

"Honey, your father and I smelled it, it was him." My mother said.

"So? He was here a week or two ago and he was around Alice, maybe his scent was on her clothes?"

"No dear, he was in her room. It's too fresh to be from that long ago and plus, we would have noticed it by now."

"Well, you're wrong."

"Has Antoine had any strange behavior lately?" my father questioned.

My thoughts flashed back to that day that Antoine attacked me.

"No, not really." I lied.

They processed that for a moment, their faces skeptical.

"Well, it is his scent in there, that's undeniable." My father pushed.

"Are you sure there isn't some mistake? I mean Antoine wouldn't do anything to hurt a fly, why would he take Rosaline?"

"I don't know, who did you say his father was?" he questioned.

"He didn't tell me his name; they don't get along very well. All I know is that he lives in another country and Antoine is just here alone."

"Well, we need talk to him. Do you think that you could maybe go get him or call him?" my father asked with a disgusted look on his face.

"Uh…Sure." I got out of bed and went to the phone and dialed Antoine's number. All I got was a dial tone. His phone must not be on the hook. I turned to my parents and shook my head.

"There was no answer." I stated.

"Okay, then…go over to his house. This is really important." My mother instructed.

"I thought I was grounded?"

"This is an exception."

I nodded and got out of bed and walked over to my closet to grab some clothes. I turned and they were still standing there. I gave them a look, signaling them to leave so I can get dressed. They took the hint and quickly left. I picked out a pair of sweats and a tee-shirt.
I left my room and went into the living room.

"Alright, I'm going to go over to Antoine's now. I'll be back with him in a little while." I said aloud. They nodded and I ran out the door.

I wondered what motive Antoine would have for taking Rosaline. Why would he do that? The answer is simple, he didn't take her. It had to be someone else, maybe someone who smells like Antoine? No, that can't be possible, we all have a unique scent that is totally our own. Well then what could the answer be? I know that Antoine didn't do that, wouldn't do that, and couldn't do that. He loves Rosaline very much.

When I got to Antoine's house, something seemed different. It didn't feel like that warm, welcoming, house that I had known. I walked up to the door and knocked hard. There was no answer.

I knocked again.

No answer.

This was getting strangely irritating, why is that every time that ii come over, he doesn't answer his door. I sighed and knocked again.

Still no answer.

That was enough, he was going to talk to me weather he wanted to or not. I twisted the handle on the door, but it was locked. That wasn't going to stop me, I twisted the handle harder, and the lock broke. I opened the door and walked in.

"Antoine? Antoine, where are you? I need to talk to you!"

There was no answer to my call. I decided to explore the house to see if he was here. I went into the living room, no one. I went upstairs to look around. I went into the first room I saw, which was the room I had slept in that night I stayed here. There was no one in there; in fact, it looked exactly the way it did when I left. That was a fail, so I went to the next room down. This was Antoine's room. Maybe he's asleep or something, after all, it is early. I knocked on the door. I waited for some movement inside, but there was none. I slowly opened the door.
There was no one in the room. It was totally empty, but there was something terribly wrong about it. It was a catastrophe. Chairs were tipped over, dressers were gone through and the drawers lie on the floor, the sheets on the bed were thrown on the floor, and books lie everywhere. My eyes drifted to the dresser again, when I looked closer, there was piece of paper taped onto the mirror. I looked around the room, expecting to see some horrific crime like you do in the movies.
I walked slowly to the dresser and took the note from the mirror.

Renesmee,

If you are reading this then you realize my absence from your life. Please know that I didn't attack you out of anger, I attacked you out of love. You see, I told you to spend more time with Jacob, for he loves you more than anything.
I was wrong. He does not love you, in fact, he feels the exact opposite. Excuse the mess of my room, for it isn't my fault. Jacob came to my house and told me that if I didn't stay away from you, he'd kill me and you and put our lifeless bodies out for the wolves to feast on. Because I love you so much, I defended you. He fought me and that is why my room looks the way it does. I would tell you where I am, but for my safety, and yours, I must keep it a secret. Know that I love you deeply and how sincerely sorry I am for how I have acted. My behavior was inexcusable. I love you, and I will be seeing you.
I hope.

p.s. I hope all is well with you and your family. Rosaline included.

Love
Antoine, with all my heart.

I put the note down, not knowing what to think. I felt my breathing becoming heavy and my heart began to race.
There was no way; no way that Jake could have done this to Antoine, but there was also no way that Antoine could have taken Rosaline. That was proven from his note. I folded the note and put it in my pocket.
I decided to go home and report to my parents my findings. I ran out of the room and down the stairs. I got to the door and then turned back around. Something wasn't letting me leave. I can only hope that Antoine is safe where he is.
I ran out the door and then back home. My parents sat at the kitchen table, their hands folded.

"Where's Antoine?" my father asked sternly.

"He uh…he wasn't home…" I said as I took the note out of the pocket.

"What's that?" my mother asked.

"It was in his house…his room." I answered as I handed them the paper.
My father took it in his hands and studied it. He read it over and over; finally they looked up at me.

"Was this all you found?" he asked. "Was there anything else? What did his room lo—"my mother cut him off.

"One question at a time, love."

She gestured to me with her hand to answer a question.

"This was all I found."

"What did his room look like?" my father quickly asked.

"It was a catastrophe, everything was scattered all over the place. It certainly did look like a fight." I answered. They looked me up and down for a while.

"Well he's obviously lying." My father said, emphasizing the obviously part.

"What do you mean?" I demanded.

"Jacob would never do such a thing. It's this Antoine guy that I'm worried about." He answered.

"How do you know? You've hardly spent any time with Antoine!"

"Renesmee, don't talk to your father like that!" my mother said, standing up from her chair.

"No, you know what mom? I'm going to get everything off of my chest now! You never listen to me!"

"What are you talking about? We listen to everything you have to say!"

"No mom, you guys don't! You don't ask me what I want! Sure, you tell me that you will support me, whoever I choose. I know deep down that part of you will always resent me if I don't choose Jake!
You think that this is easy for me? You think I know who I'm going to choose? Well I don't! This is breaking my heart, it's breaking Jacob's heart, and it's breaking Antoine's heart. I love them both passionately! I love Antoine because he is the guy that I can be romantic with, he'd sweep me off my feet and do whatever he can to make me happy!
I love Jake because he makes me feel light and free! He makes me feel young and innocent and irresponsible! His smile sweeps me off my feet! He is the guy that I can have fun with! He makes me laugh and I love him!
The fact that I don't know who I'm going to choose scares me; it makes me think that there is something wrong with the wiring in my brain or something! I don't know which end's up and I hate it. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! My head tells me one thing and them my hearts tells me another and then vise versa!
My head hurts and my heart aches and I…I…I just don't know what to do and I just wish that…That…That everyone would leave me alone! Let me make my own decision!"

I was breathless by the time I was done. I was panting from the exhaustion of my emotion. I felt somehow liberated though, now that I have my feelings out there on the table.
My parents stood there for a while, just looking at me. When I finally cooled down, my mother came over to hug me. I turned away though.

"We need to focus on finding Rosaline now." I said as I walked away.

"You're right. Why don't we go over to Carlisle's and see what he suggests." My father suggested. My mother and I nodded and we ran out of the house.
As we reached the Cullen's house, I felt a sense of tension in the air. We entered the house and everyone sat together in the living room. Alice must have seen that we were coming and called everyone together.

"Carlisle." My father said nodding to him.

"What seems to be a problem, Edward?" Carlisle asked.

"Well, you know that Rosaline has gone missing, and we need to find her."

"Yes."

"Well, we have some clue as to who may have done it, even though I don't think it is completely valid." My father continued, handing Carlisle the note.
Carlisle studied the note a few times and then passed it around to the others.

"Why don't you think this is valid?" Carlisle mused.

"Do you honestly see Jacob Black doing something like that?"

"Well, not exactly, but why would Antoine frame Jacob for something like this?"

"Well, I don't think it adds up, I mean…think about it, this guy shows up and takes away Jacob's chance of Renesmee falling in love with him, and just when she starts spending more time with Jacob, he pulls this."

I love how he talks about me like I'm not even there.

"maybe, but we also need to look at this as if Antoine is telling the truth, what if he's in serious danger of the pack?"

"Maybe we should all go back to Antoine's house to get a scent, maybe you guys recognize it." I offered up.
They all exchanged glances, as if they were reading each other's minds.

"I think that'd be a good idea." Carlisle responded.

We all nodded to each other and ran out of the house.
We stopped when we entered the woods.

"Which way, Renesmee?" Carlisle asked.

I gestured with my hand to the north. They nodded and we began to run again. I led them through the woods, weaving between trees and bushes.
When we reached Antoine's house, I stopped in front. Everyone stopped behind me and stared at his house.

"This is it." I stated.

"Okay, why don't you lead the way inside?" Carlisle suggested.
I nodded and stepped forward. As I led the way into the house, I felt like I was doing something wrong, it didn't feel right. I went inside anyway.
The house, of course, looked exactly the same, but somehow different. I went upstairs; they were silently following close behind. I opened the door to the bedroom and went inside. The room was just as it was when I left. Carlisle and my father were first to enter the room behind me. They looked around, trying to pick up a scent.
My father walked over to the dresser and studied it. Carlisle walked over to the bed and studied that.

"Jacob's scent is definitely here. It's a very prominent scent." Carlisle said to no one in particular.

"I still can't believe it." My father argued.

"Can't believe it, or won't believe it, Edward?" Carlisle argued back, I could sense the frustration in his voice.

My father didn't answer him.

"Well, seems as though we have what we need here, why don't we call it a day and go home?" Carlisle suggested.

"That sounds good, Carlisle, and Renesmee?" my mother asked.

"What?"

"You haven't seen your grandfather in a long time, maybe you should go pay him a visit?" my mother questioned.

"Uh…" she was right, I hadn't seen him since Rosaline was changed. "Why not? I'll go see him right now. Do you guys need me anymore?"

"No, I think that will be all, Renesmee, thank you for your help." Esme answered politely. I smiled as I walked out of the room.
I went down the stairs and out the door. I began to run through the woods. I was actually excited to see Charlie, I hadn't seen him in a long time, and that wasn't fair to him.
I got back to the Cullen's and grabbed Alice's car keys. I hopped into the yellow Porsche and drove out of the garage.
I wound through the drive, driving way too fast, but not caring. I found myself anxiously tapping my thumbs on the wheel. As I made my way back into Forks, I began to slow down a bit. I didn't want to take the chance that Charlie was working today and have him pull me over. That would be really awkward.
I did the speed limit for a while, but when I got to the point where I was sure there would be no cops, I sped back up. Finally I reached Charlie's house. The police car was in the driveway, a sign that he was obviously home. I smiled to myself as I pulled in.
Then Charlie appeared at the doorway with a grin. He was beaming ear to ear. I unbuckled my seatbelt and shut off the car. I stepped out and he was there to greet me.

"Hey kiddo!" he said excitedly.

"Hey there grandpa!" I hollered back. He picked me up into a big bear hug.
It was then I realized that I sure missed my grandpa.