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I pulled the car into the garage, tears flowing like a river down my face. I bolted past my parents, and out the back door, heading for the cottage.
"Let her go," I heard Mom say. Please, Daddy, I begged in my head. I ran as hard and fast as I could. I made it into the cottage, and collapsed on to my bed. Sobs racked my body. It was too much. I wept far into the night, sleeping refusing to come for hours.
When sleep finally did come, it brought nightmares. Terrible dreams of fates that my Jacob may have met. My Jacob, I thought. Pain swirled through my body at those words. He was no longer my Jacob. He was no longer my Jacob, he was God's now. He was no longer on Earth with me. Sobs racked my body, even in sleep.
"Renesmee," a soft voice said. I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes, and looked into the face of my Aunt Alice. "Are you alright?" she asked, worry clear in her eyes.
"Yeah, Auntie Alice," I said, using the name I called her when I was little. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her neck. She wrapped her's around my waist.
"Come on, we have school in an hour," she said, pulling me out of bed and to the closet. She took out my favorite pair of skinny jeans, and my favorite t-shirt, the one with a wolf howling at the moon. She tossed them to me, and pulled out a pair of black boots.
"Put 'em on," she said, and then she darted out of my room, leaving me standing in my room, staring after her. I pulled off my clothes from yesterday, and pulled on my black ensemble. I walked over to my mirror, and groaned. My hair was a catastrophe. I picked up my hairbrush, and yanked it through the snarls. It took me fifteen minutes to get my curls untangled, then I moved to my make-up. I wiped off the smeared make-up from my eyes, and reapplied it. I walked out of my room, and down the short hall to the kitchen, which Grandma Esme added just for me. I pulled out a box of cereal, and poured myself a bowl.
"'Morning Ness," Dad said, walking into the kitchen.
"Morning, Daddy," I mumbled into my bowl.
"Ready to go?" he asked when I stood up with my bowl.
"Almost. I need to brush my teeth," I replied, walking to the bathroom. I scrubbed my teeth until they were squeaky clean, then I walked out to Dad. Where is everybody else? I thought.
"They are at the main house," he said, reaching out to grab my hand. He flung me across his back, bag and all, and began running towards the main house. I giggled like a little girl, enjoying the wind in my hair.
Dad set me down when we reached the house, and walked at my pace to the back door. "What was with the sudden urge to run, Daddy?" I asked.
"Well, there is a surprise waiting for you inside, and none of us could wait for you to see it." I bolted up the back stairs, and opened the door. Unlike my mother, I loved surprises. It turned out the surprise was a person. A werewolf person.
"Nessie, we would like you to meet someone. His name is Jason. Jason Uley," Mom said. He was a descendant of Sam. Then recognition clicked. He was the boy living at Jacob's old house.
"Thank you for bringing Tatiana home last night," he said, obviously uncomfortable being surrounded by vampires, "I was going to thank you last night, but you drove off too quickly."
"It was my pleasure, Jason," I said. I couldn't help the formality, my parents drove it so hard into me, it was second nature.
"Um, Tatiana won't be able to come to school today, but she wanted to know if you would come visit her on the rez today," he said, looking down at his shifting feet.
"I would love to, if it's alright with you of course," I said, looking at Grandma and Grandpa, playing the role of their child once again.
"Of course you can, darling," Grandma said. Then she looked at her watch, "Oh, you'd better get going, school in ten!"
"Bye, Mom," I called to her, "See you at dinner!"
Little did I know that I wouldn't be here for dinner.
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