Disclaimer:
Me: can I own Twilight and all of its characters now?
Dylan: no
Me: phooey. I own you though.
Dylan: –no comment-
Me:YAY
New disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. BUT I OWN DYLAN!!!!
Dylan:….. Can we get on with the story?
Me: Dylan doesn't like the idea of being owned.
Dylan: SHUT UP AND GET TO THE STORY!!!!!!
RPOV
(Renesmee's Point of View)
(2 weeks earlier)
I haven't answered Sam's Phone calls since my 16 birthday, 2 months ago. I finally decided to meet him at the park "Hey Sam" I shouted as soon as I could see him, the sooner I got this over with, the better. "You haven't answered me in two months, what's wrong Nessie." "I…..I…..I….I'm in love with another guy." I said. Sam just stared at me for a while, hurt. He grabbed a baseball bat and stared hitting me with it while shouting "HOW COULD YOU LOVE ANOTHER GUY!!!" and that's the last thing I could remember before I passed out. (Sam is a Vampire, Nessie didn't get knocked out by a human)
I could hear Dylan shouting "Nessie, Nessie, are you ok?!?!?" As much as I wanted to answer him, I couldn't, I couldn't move. I decided to simply listen to what he was muttering about. "Nessie, I'm so sorry, I'm Calling 911 right now." 911?! Did Sam really beat me so bad that I needed 911? After I while, I could hear the Sirens get louder and louder. Ugh, they hurt my ears. "They hurt you ears Nessie?" Daddy asked. Yea, but I can't move. "Carlisle Turn off the sirens please. Dylan, will you ride with Nessie to the hospital?" "Do you really have to ask sir?" I heard Dylan ask. I heard Daddy whisper to Dylan "You're lucky I can't read your mind, but if you're smart, you'll take advantage of keeping your thoughts to yourself!" I always knew Daddy never really liked Dylan "Yes Sir." Dylan responded. We went into the ambulance and Dylan started crying. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but of course I couldn't. "Nessie, I am so sorry that Sam did this to you." He said continuing to cry. "I swear, if you don't make it, he will die, I can promise you that. If you do live that jerk isn't coming anywhere near you again." We finally got to the hospital and I heard Grandpa Carlisle ask Dylan to leave. "Is that absolutely necessary doc?" he asked really not wanting to leave. "Yes Dylan, out" he said, pointing to the door. "Fine" I heard Dylan mutter as he walked out. But I don't want him to leave. I will just have to tell Daddy. Daddy I want Dylan back, Daddy I want Dylan back! I shouted in my head. Daddy came in and whispered to Carlisle to low for my semi-Vampire ears to hear. "Fine." I heard Grandpa mumble. And daddy left. A few minuets later he came back with Dylan. Dylan sat still, or something I don't know, I could hear a heart beat other than mine so I know he was there, but he didn't make any noise. Grandpa left after a few tests, and the room was perfectly silent with the exception of heart beats, breathing, and the stupid machine next to me going beep, beep, beep, beep very annoying actually but, nothing I could do about it. "I'm sorry Nessie, I should have been there, with you." Did he really feel guilty about me getting hurt again? He did this every time I got hurt, which is a lot for me, I got my mom's clumsiness. He felt bad when I broke my arm skateboarding, twisted my ankle in high heals, and even when I got a concussion from falling down the stairs. Good times. He always felt like it was his fault when I got hurt. It went on like this for a long time, he barely talking to my family, and only apologizing to me. I was in agony the entire time I was knocked out. Then, I woke up
Dylan is asleep in one of the chairs, he never leaves…. I use this time to look over myself. My right leg and left arm were broken. I could smell that I have had a lot of blood transfusions. I had bruises and scrapes everywhere, I must have been bleeding pretty bad when Dylan found me. "Dylan" I croaked. I guess I haven't used my voice in a while. His eyes snapped open and he ran over to me "Nessie are you alright do you feel any pain ?" "DYLAN STOP!!!" I cut him off before he could continue. He looked hurt. Now that I think about it, he looked worse than I did. He had large circles under his eyes, his hair is all messed up, and he had cuts all over his arms. And Quite a few bite marks. "Dylan did you get in a fight with Sam?" I asked pointing at the bite marks. "Some of them are from Sam, yes" "And the rest?" I asked annoyed, I don't remember him leaving much…. "Nessie, when I found you, you were covered head to toe in blood. Even Sam couldn't resist biting you." He said pointing to my arm. For the first time I noticed a bite mark, A vampire bite mark. "And this" he said pointing to his arm covered in Vampire bites, "A few were from Sam, but most were to avoid biting you." He said slowly. "That's why your dad let me stay with you when you were hurt. He couldn't control himself in the small ambulance." Dylan explained. "Although I don't know why he let me stay in here the entire time you were out…" he trailed off. "I asked him too." I said slowly. Now that I think about I liked it better when I couldn't move. I heard Daddy laugh from the waiting room. "Why? How could you even tell when I left?" "Well, I could hear everything, and I felt safer when I could hear your heartbeat. But this thing got on my nerves." I said as I punched the beeping machine. Dylan laughed and hit a mute button on the machine. "You're kidding me right?" I said is the room went silent for the first time. "Nope, it got on my nerves too, but Carlisle said it might have been a comforting sound for you, so I dealt with it." He said still laughing. "Stupid old man." I mumbled. "I'm so sorry Nessie." I smacked him across the face. "Wha? What was that for?" "It's not your fault Dylan. And I'm sick of you thinking it is. Like this for example" I said pointing at the cuts on his arms. "Um, Eh Those aren't from Sam…" he said looking down with tears in his eyes.