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I thought I would be able to post it last Saturday, but there had been a problem with the internet connection. I was so lucky that I was able to post a chap of my new story in the morning. Anyway, thanks for your wonderful reviews, and for the fave and alerts!

Guys, please check out my new story, it is a Vampire Academy fic inspired by Katy Perry's Song, 'The One That Got Away.' Here's the summary:

They met centuries ago, and now they meet again in another life. Will they ever know that they are really meant for each other? Can they break the curse that was set against them? Will Rose and Dimitri end up together or will history just repeat itself?

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Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, no copyright infringement intended.

For The Love of a Daughter

Talk You Down

(Renesmee's POV)

"D...do you remember Bella Swan?" I asked him. My voice trembled because of both nervousness and fear.

The expression on his face changed, from being angry, his face went into shock and then there was also fondness, if I was not mistaken.

"What do you have to do with her? Why do you look a lot like her?" he answered me with another question.

There was no reason to lie now that I was caught.

"I'm her daughter."

"Daughter...you mean..."

"Yeah, your daughter too."

...

"You're lying," my father said flatly.

His words sent a sharp pain in my chest. All these years, I had been waiting for this moment, for him to know about my existence. For me to finally meet and have my father.

But it wasn't happening.

He didn't believe in me. He didn't want to accept me. He didn't want to do anything with me. Maybe Mom was actually right. I should have just stayed away from me so I wouldn't be hurt like this.

I started sobbing, but I hadn't noticed that it was really me until I heard my own loud cries. People were starting to notice us, so my fa—Edward dragged me inside one of the rooms. Esme, Aunt Rosalie and Aunt Alice went along with us. He planned this, they planned this because they wanted to talk to me. They all think that I was a spy, a thief who wanted to steal the riches of the Cullen family.

I realized that they had brought me in their massive library. There was a long table made of ebony I think, because it was so black, and there were matching seats. They all sat, and asked me to do the same.

"So, you said that you were Bella Swan's daughter?" Esme asked.

I nodded.

"I knew it, she looked so much like her," Aunt Alice chirped.

"Do you have any proof to prove that you are really Bella and Edward's daughter? A birth certificate or other records?" Aunt Rosalie asked.

"I have my birth certificate, but Edward's name is not there. My mom refused to put his name there, that's also the reason why my surname is 'Swan' and not 'Cullen'. I have my driver's license," I answered her.

I took my wallet from my clutch and took my driver's license. I handed it to them. They all examined it carefully except from Edward. He still didn't believe in what I was saying.

"Oh my God, don't tell me she named you after me," Esme said as she looked at my license.

"She did. It's the combination of your name and my Grandma Renee's name. It's kinda weird, so I prefer being called Nessie," I explained.

And then a conversation started. They asked me all sorts of things, like why my mom didn't tell my dad, my life in Arizona, and what it was like to grow up with just my mom. It was very hard to answer their questions because it was painful remembering how I was bullied at school because they thought that my mom was a slut for being pregnant at such an early age. I tried explaining to them that my mom was far from that, but they only continued bullying me. School was really my personal hell.

In the middle of our conversation, Edward finally spoke. Yeah, I had been calling him in his first name now since I don't really know if I should still consider him as my father. It hurt me a lot when he didn't believe in me. One look at me, and you would know that I was his, but he still refused to accept the fact that I was his daughter.

I wonder if he was back in time and my mom told him that she was pregnant with me. Would he believe her? Would he think that she was also lying to him?

"This discussion is useless," he said, aggravated. "If you are really my daughter, call Bella or Charlie now to tell me the truth. I know that they won't lie."

I couldn't do that. I would surely be in big trouble.

"I...I can't," I said lowly.

"Look, she's lying!" he exclaimed. "And all of you, you believed her easily. We shouldn't let her get out of here easily. She knows way too much information about the Swans and our family."

After that he left the room, closing the door with a bang.

I realized that I was crying again. For the first time, I was scared at him. I had never been this scared in my life before. I swear I saw his eyes turned black with resentment when he said those bitter words. I was actually shaking. I never really expected this. What I had expected was what happens in movies. When the girl tells the truth to his father, he would envelope her in his arms and then everything would be perfect. But this wasn't a movie, this was reality.

I felt Esme's arms around me. She was hushing me, and telling me comforting words. In my blurry eyes, I saw Aunt Rosalie and Aunt Alice look at me in sympathy. But I didn't need those. I didn't need their comfort and pity. I really didn't belong in this place. I just wanted to go home to my mother.

"He is really like that when it comes to matters related to Bella. He still hasn't moved on. You know, he was really hurt when your mom left. He was never himself again," Aunt Alice said.

"He hates me. That's what's clear to me now. I have no reason to be here anymore. I'll just go back to Arizona," I insisted.

They all shook their heads.

"We believe you, dear. You wouldn't travel all the way from Arizona to just fool us. And you have lots of similarities with your mother. I know now the reason why I easily trust you and I love your presence here in our house. It is because you are my granddaughter. You don't know how happy I am right now," Esme said fondly.

"Esme—"

"I don't allow such disrespect in my house. You should call me gran, grandma, grandmother or whatever you are comfortable with, but never my first name," she chided me playfully.

"Okay, grandma," I said awkwardly, "I can't thank you enough. I mean, I never really expected all of you to know this in this way. This just so…inappropriate. Anyway, thank you so much for accepting me, guys."

"Why can't you call Bella?" Aunt Rosalie suddenly asked.

"She doesn't know that I'm here," I told them honestly.

"You mean, you flew here without her knowledge?" Esme asked, pulling away from me.

"No!" I said instantly. "Of course not. I told her I wanted to go here to spend time with Charlie before I go to college."

"So you lied to your mother and grandfather."

"Yes."

"This is a big mess." Aunt Rosalie shook her head.

…

Two days later…

(BPOV)

I can't believe that after eighteen years, I would be going back to this place. I didn't know how I'd do it, but I needed to get my daughter back. He couldn't get her away from me. Never.

I went out of my car. A cold breeze welcomed me as I walked towards the enormous gates of the Cullen mansion. Funny on how it used to be my second home during my teenage years.

I pressed the button for the doorbell and waited to someone to come and open the door. After two minutes, a familiar old man appeared behind the gates. His hair wasn't golden anymore. There were streaks of gray in them. It just proved how much time had passed by since I last saw them. He had those warm hazel eyes and the same pale skin that Ed—he had. I hated to admit it, but I actually miss them. If nothing had been wrong with the past, I could have hugged him now.

"Carlisle," I mumbled.

"Bella, it's been so long," he said in shock, but not in anger as what I had expected. He was still so nice to me after all these years.

"Yeah…I just need to…um."

How was I supposed to tell him that I wanted to get my daughter which I kept from them for eighteen years? Why does this need to be so hard?

"You want to get Renesmee." He finished for me.

I nodded, and then the gates opened. They were automatic, of course.

As we walked, I was surprised that he hadn't asked me about why I kept Nessie from them.

"You know, your daughter's heartbroken right now. Edward didn't believe her when she told him that he was her father. I don't know what's wrong with Edward. It's so obvious that the two of them are related. I talked to him, but he never spoke to me. I don't know what I'd do to him. Maybe it's time you talk to him," he said.

"I…I really don't know how."

"Just tell him the truth. That will be enough. Do it for your daughter. Just be selfless."

"I'll try."

"I think I should leave you now, you know the way to his room. Renesmee is in Alice's room by the way, they are together with Rose, doing some girly stuff."

I chuckled and then I nodded.

I needed to choose now on whether I'd go to Edward's room first or to Alice's.

Maybe's I'd go to the hard one first. I chose to go to Edward's first.

My hands were sweating and my heart wanted to escape my chest as I made my way to the room where I had spent the most of my time here. I had left a lot of stuffs there, I wonder if he threw them away. Maybe he already did. What's the purpose of keeping your ex-girlfriend's things in your room, anyway?

When I got in front of his door, I took a long breath before knocking.

There was no answer.

Again, I knocked.

Still no answer.

So I broke in.

He was busy playing his piano that was why he didn't hear me. He was playing a familiar hunting melody that gave me goosebumps and chills.

I watched him intently as he was so focused on playing the music that I knew by heart.

So many things had changed in him, but he was still very gorgeous that it took my breath away. I scolded myself for even feeling that towards him.

His hair was a lot longer, still disheveled, but slick. There were stress and emptiness in his once vivid emerald eyes. His choice of clothes had changed too, but it wasn't much that I should care about. Fashion changes all the time. It was just me who didn't give a damn about it. I wear anything that's comfortable.

No matter how much I wanted to listen to him, what had to be done, needed to be done.

I cleared my throat to get his attention.

He pressed the wrong key when his eyes met mine.

He blinked a few times, and I even caught him pinch his arm.

Oh, he couldn't believe that I was actually here in front of him.

I wanted to laugh, but everything seemed so serious.

We stared at each other, and there was something in his eyes that I couldn't decode. But just looking at them, a gush of memories entered to my mind.

I saw a lot of things, so many beautiful memories. I could almost see us again making out on his bed and on his couch. My failed attempts on learning how to play the piano. He was teaching me again how to dance, but there was never progress. I never really liked to dance, but for him I tried. We were watching Titanic and Romeo and Juliet for the nth time, and he was falling asleep. I would stuff popcorn in his nose to wake him up. It was so funny…back then.

Many of my happiest days happened in this place. Again, I was feeling the hole in my chest that I thought had already disappeared.

"Bella," he said softly.

Just as when he said that, I broke apart. All the wounds of my past are coming back, and I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't run and hide. I had to face it.

I hadn't moved on yet.

Don't you just hate Edward in this chap? What do you think is the reason why he didn't trust Nessie?

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