Chapter One
The sun streams through the laminate blinds, caressing my pale body in a soft glow. The feeling of fingers languidly tickling my bare neck make me smile in deep pleasure. It's him, the one that keeps me moving forward and never looking back.
"Morning, baby." He breathes sweetly, slightly groaning, wrapping his arms around my waist.
Jacob. I smile widely and turn to see him. I have known Jacob ever since I was born back in 2006. And no, I'm not really six years old. I'm about sixteen in hybrid years. But when I was born, I nearly caused my mother's death with the great destruction I had caused to her body before, during, and following my birth. Afterward, they had taken me away – they referring to my stunna auntie Rosalie. Then… he imprinted on me. And my whole world changed.
Jacob's face comes nearer. Ready, waiting for his full, perfect lips to brush and press against mine, he unexpectedly ducks lower and starts to kiss my neck.
I giggle and push on his chest, thinking, Jakey, stop, stop. And of course, he continues. My hands reach for his head to move it upward. He allows. I look into his obsidian eyes, staring at those endless depths of blackness that I yearn so much for. His body lifts and hovers over me, his mouth opening in anticipation of meeting mine. They touch, practically melding as one.
I groan in distress, hearing the quiet buzz of my phone, knowing immediately its one of them.
"What's wrong, baby?" He asks between kisses, his hands planted firmly upon the upper part of my torso.
Pushing him off gently, I start to help myself up, searching for my scattered clothes on the stained pine floors of the small room.
"Ness…" his hand grabs my forearm. I look back at him and his face is distraught, not wanting me to ever leave.
Laughing off the tension, I crawl onto his lap. Baby, I have to. I think to him, and then kiss him softly. I get off. I then clip on my bra, throw on my white and grey striped blouse and step into some jeans. As I slowly turn the door handle, careful not to wake Billy sleeping in the next room, I see the television still left on from last night when I came, the same old football game recorded years ago on tape replaying over and over. Before I shut the door and leave, I steal a quick look of longing back at Jake, with my wild copper hair falling messily on my face, followed by a blown wink and kiss. Last thing in my mind is the image of him sitting there on his tiny twin bed in his cozy bedroom that's even smaller than my closet, his naturally tanned chest bare and exposed, his eyes open and so in love, my heart can't help but ache in wanting to be with him forever.
Once outside, I run so fast it's a blur. I run deep into the woods across the street from his house, heading back to home sweet hell where the big bad vampires await.
Keeping in my stride, I gaze at the sky and at the sun, figuring it's almost seven, hoping they haven't come to check on me just yet.
There, I crawl into the window of my room in the miniature stone-faced cottage, listening intently to whoever is nearby.
Hearing no one, I slip into the bathroom to fix my knot of hair and freshen my face. I lean over the sink, lifting the faucet handle and the water streams out free. My hands wet and cupped full of water, I splash my face. I reach for my Bliss Triple Oxygen facial wash in my cabinet to rid of any impurities.
The door creeks and the next thing I hear is, "Renesmee love," sending me to splatter soap and water all over the mirror. Slowly, I turn to see my mother. She covers her hand and laughs so sweetly I can't help but smile.
"I'm sorry I surprised you, sweetheart." She says.
I reply, looking down and lathering my cheeks, "It's nothing."
She clears her throat quietly. "Are you hungry? Daddy's making omelets."
"No thanks, I'm fine." Shaking my head in disgust, I reach for a towel to pat down my face. When I turn, I see her sniffing and I automatically panic. I totally forgot to spray up in the strongest perfume I have.
"Mom, pl–"
She cuts me off. "Renesmee Carlie Cullen! What were you thinking sneaking out with a werewolf!" Her angelic voice shoots up two octaves.
"Mom!" my eyes water, searching her gaze for some sympathy.
"Save it." And she turns away, and quieter she says, "Be at the house in five minutes and I won't say a word."
"Yes, mother." I reach for her and say, "I–I'm sorry."
"I'm terribly disappointed in you." And she leaves so fast, all that's left is a blur of white, brown, and black.
"Nessie!" Is the first thing I hear as I walk through the wide open glass doors hidden in the wall of windows.
And I don't answer Alice. Just head into the kitchen and grab the plate full of eggs my father had just prepared.
"What's wrong?" I hear her behind me, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder.
Shaking my head and scarfing down a forkful of bacon, cheese and chive omelet, instantly feeling so repulsed by the taste and even the smell, but remembering this is the new thing these people have me doing: learning to live without animal blood. She speaks again, but I just ignore it.
I throw my plate across the kitchen and into the sink, shattering it. Feeling the stares of Edward, Rosalie, Esme and everyone else in the room as I walk out the back door that I had come in.
"Hormones." Emmett mutters. And I take off, back to the reservation, back to my life, my love.
Before I know it, I'm in his embrace at the cliff – our cliff.
"Baby," he whispers, his teeth nipping at my ear lobe, his lips pressing upon my jaw.
I just want to go away with you forever and never come back. I think, trailing my finger up the expanse of his arm from his wrist to his strong muscles around me.
"Why do you say that?" he asks, ears perking up.
I shake my head and bite my lip, thinking, I'm sick of this place. All the rules and restrictions, how they don't want me to be with you… and I look up at him, my eyes gingerly raking over the curves of his beautiful russet face.
His expression softens as he chuckles. "Edward's little girl. He's just as protective of you as he was of Bella."
My face turns into a look of disgust, remembering when Jacob told me how he had once loved my mother, far before I was even alive. I still can't believe you kissed her.
"Don't be jealous, not at all. You're my girl." He grins at me in a way that makes my insides melt.
I'm not jealous. I'm… envious, you could say. I wish I had been your only girl. Not my horrid mother.
"Be nice." He chuckles once more, his hands on the back of my neck, guiding my mouth to meet his.
And I kiss him. I kiss him so passionately it's hard to think of another life without my Jacob. His warmth, his smell, his touch… I'm in love with absolutely everything about him.
I love you. I think, the moment feeling just as right as any other.
"I love you, Nessie." He answers, laughing as adorable as ever. Jacob snuggles closer to me, rubbing his hands along my waist, pushing me over the edge–
I scream. In a free fall, my eyes see the water coming nearer and the sky shrinking away. We hit the water and instantly I'm furious with him. His arms encircle me in the water and I can feel his body shaking in laughter.
We reach the surface and I ball my hand into a fist and hit him.
"Jacob!" I shriek at him. When all I get is more laughter in my face, I break away from him to head to shore, swimming faster than a bullet and only getting there in a second. On the beach, I lean over and gather my hair with my hands to wring it out dry. Hearing him behind me still in his fit of humor, I hiss in a way my family does, a trait I had so thankfully received at birth from being half vampire.
"Aw baby, don't be such a prude." He says to me when I see him approach.
I look up, cross my arms, my lip half-trembling when I say, "Don't be such an ass."
And he just continues his chuckling. I turn down the beach with my arms still crossed, gazing out at the sun. He catches up to me, taking hold of my hand.
I turn to see him, his eyes pleading me not to be mad. "Renesmee. I'm sorry."
Lowering down to the sand, I shake my head and say, "It's fine. Don't sweat it."
He comes closer behind me, pulling me up to where I'm lounging in his lap. "So," he breathes, lips at my ear, "you're starting school soon."
"Ugh, don't remind me." I close my eyes, morbidly awaiting the treacherous event.
"It's won't be that bad. I'm sure you'll love it." Jacob chuckles, the sound so lovely and endearing it makes me smile.
"Yeah, Mr. I Didn't Even Finish High School." I grin wider, craning my neck to look up at his face.
I feel him roll his eyes, I feel him smile so wide. "Hey now, I did that because of you."
"Oh, I see. Now you're blaming me for not graduating high school? That's so sweet of you, Jacob." I joke, but don't show it.
"I'm not blaming you, honey. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." His nose trails from my jaw over to my shoulder.
My phone rings.
"Oh no!" I groan, my day now officially spoiling. It's them. And the worst of them all. I reach for it in my back pocket and Jacob laughs as to where my hand ventures.
"Grow up," I say before picking up. "Hello? Oh, hi Alice."
"Where are you?" She shrieks, sending chills down my spine. "Are you with that wolf?" Jacob grimaces at that.
"Um, yeah." I reply, mentally cursing at her. Jake hears it and chuckles that deep, throaty chuckle.
She then grumbles something like, "…can't keep you away…" She then goes on to say, "Well, your mother and father have been expecting you. We have to pack, you know."
"I know," I answer. "Why can't you guys just do it? I mean, how long does it take, two minutes for everything I have?"
"You must take responsibility!" She half growls through the phone. Hell, I love Alice a ton, but she is just so strict. Not much different than my great dad.
"Mm-hmm," I hum, giggling as Jakey tickles my waist and kisses my neck, every touch making my heart thrum a few beats quicker.
"Get back here soon, or I'm coming to get you." She threatens.
I giggle some more as I hang up.
"What now, babe?" He whispers, lips still at my throat.
"Time to go home!" I say, all jolly, lifting off of him and swinging my arm joyfully.