Chapter 6: The Past Comes Back

Renesmee's POV

In the present….

I have been very nervous a lot these past few days. The main reason being that a few days ago I "went missing". This wasn't something that I had to worry a lot about these past ten years. I knew that the day would come when I would have to worry about this. I just didn't expect this day to come so soon. At least, it felt very soon to me.

After I had my son I moved away. I couldn't stay in Forks any longer, it would be much to dangerous for me. Once I was born my family would have noticed a lot of similarities between Renesmee and Carlie. Even from a young age there would still be similarities that you'd have to be blind to miss. I just couldn't risk it.

I was able to graduate from high school early and go straight to college. I had taken a lot of college courses in high school so I was able to skip a lot of the mandatory ones once I got to college. I took numerous college classes at once that way I'd be able to finish college sooner. It wasn't exactly what I'd call easy since I had a baby to take care of now but somehow I managed to do it.

Once I graduated I from medical school I was offered a job as a surgeon in Seattle. I declined that offer. Seattle was much to close to Forks for comfort. I knew that I'd always be running the risk that I would accidentally bump into one of my family members and that would raise a hell of a lot of questions. Questions that I wouldn't even begin to know how to answer.

I really missed my family though. I really do regret making the decision to go back in time, but there was nothing that I could do now to change that decision. I had tried tracking Diego down many times to see if there was any way that I could reverse this. Unfortunately though I have never found him.

The one person that I absolutely missed the most was my Jacob. I would do anything to be able to see him again. There was nothing I wanted more in this world then for my little Carlisle to meet his father. Unfortunately, I didn't think that that was ever going to happen. I couldn't face my family again. They'd want to know why I started ageing normally for one thing which is something that not even I understood. I believed that it had to do with the crystal that Diego had given me. On the other hand I was scared to face them. I know I'm a coward.

I took a deep breath just to calm myself down. I looked at the clock which told me that it was 3:05. This was around the time that my son usually gets home and calls me . A lot of people gave me grief for letting my son walk home by himself and that I didn't have a problem with him being home alone for two hours. I ignored them though because I knew my own son so much better then they did. He was really smart, responsible, and mature for a boy his age. The school was only a five minute walk away from the house; it was literally around the corner. So I didn't see any problems with it.

I worried about my boy a lot though. I think he's keeping something from me but I just can't figure out what it is. He's always injuring himself. It happens so much it's ridiculous really. He comes home hungry all the time and he's always losing his stuff and his money.

I had nothing to do for the remainder of my shift so I just sat there and read some magazines until my shift ended.

I got into my car and drove home. By the time that I got home it was around 5pm.

"Mommy!" I heard my son scream happily. It made me smile that my son still got so happy to see me. I dreaded the day when it would be considered "uncool" to get so happy to see your parents.

He ran up to me and hugged me as best as he could with only one arm. The other arm was in a cast and sling, the product of a skateboarding accident that happened last Saturday.

"I missed you to my little man. How's your arm?" I asked him.

"It still hurts a lot" he said. I gave him some of his painkilling medicine.

I cooked up some lasagna for the both of us. He was still eating when the doorbell rang.

I wondered who it could be. Nobody ever came to the house this late. Unless it was Ritchie and his gang of no good friends. They were a group of kids between the ages of 11 and 13. In my personal opinion they were headed no where good. All they ever did was cause trouble for the neighborhood.

I opened the door and I felt my heart stop when I saw who it was. No, it couldn't be, it just couldn't be.

"Jacob?" was the last thing that I said right before I fainted.

The smell of alcohol right underneath my nose is what woke me up. I blinked a few times before my grandfather came into view. Oh god I could faint all over again.

"Grandpa?" I asked just to make sure what I was seeing was really real and not some sort of hallucination.

"Nessie" he said. He would be crying if he could.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You fainted" he answered.

"Where's my son?" I asked.

"I'm right here mommy" little Carlisle said. I looked in the direction that his voice had come from. My heart did a somersault when I saw that Jacob was holding him. I felt tears of happiness in my eyes. My boy was being held by his father.

I looked around and saw that all of my family was here. My mother, my father, my aunts, my uncles, and my grandma. How did they all find me? I thought for sure that they'd never find me here in Texas. One of the main reasons that I came here is because this place could hardly be considered sunless.

"How did you find me?" I asked.

"Charlie told us exactly where you were" grandpa said.

"I threw my arms around him. Oh gramps, you have no idea how much I've missed you all these past ten years" I said.

"Nessie, we know what happened" dad said.

"You do?" I asked in shock.

"Yes" mom said. "Yes we really need to talk to you"

He was right, we all really did need to have a talk. So I told my son to go to his room and he insisted that Jacob go with him to which Jacob happily agreed. I could tell that those two had easily bonded already.

Once they were gone my dad walked up to me and hugged me. He was dry sobbing badly.

"Nessie I am so sorry for everything that I did and said to you. You have no idea how sorry that I am. I was wrong to do what I did. I never meant what I said" he said.

All I could do was hug him and kiss his stone hard cheek. "Dad" I said. "I forgave you a long time ago"

"How?" he asked in shock.

"because you are my dad and I love you. I can't stay mad at you" I said.

Then grandpa said "Nessie, I'm sorry to. I should've never ignored you the way I did. I was beyond cruel to you. I should've listened to you" he said. "I'm so sorry"

"It's okay grandpa" I said.

"How can it be okay? You should hate me" he said.

"I don't hate you. You are the most caring, loving, and compassionate person that I've ever known. I couldn't have a better grandfather, that's why I named my son after you. That's also why I became a surgeon. It was all in honor of you grandpa" I said.

Now he was crying and hugging me so hard that I could barely breathe.

Everyone just kept on apologizing to me after that. It felt good

"Nessie why are you ageing normally?" mom asked.

"The truth is that I don't know. I think it has something to do with protecting my identity" I said. "but I lost my vampire side a long time ago" I added.

"Is there anyway to undo what happened?" grandma asked.

"I don't know" I said. "I've tried tracking down the guy that sent me back in time in the first place to see if there was a way to undo what I did, but I could never find him" I said.

"We're going to help you find a way Nessie. We want to be there for you throughout your whole pregnancy. We want to be there for you and your son. We are going to find a way" grandpa said.

Then Jacob came down with little Carlisle in his arms. My son was halfway asleep in his arms. It was a sight that melted my heart. My little Carlisle Edward sound asleep in his arms.

"I just have a question for you Nessie" Jacob said.

"How is that both Carlisle and Edward both got a spot in our son's name, and I, his father didn't end up in his name at all" Jacob said.

"Well, uh" was all I could say. I really didn't have an answer to that.

"I think that there is something else that you should know to" grandpa said. "about little Carlisle" he said.

"What about him?" I asked in concern.

"When we came by earlier he was getting bullied by a group of young kids-"

"What?!" I screamed so loudly that I woke up my son. Who then looked at me full of alarm.

"He was getting bullied by a group of kids. The leader's name was Ritchie" grandpa said.

"That no good son of a-" I stopped myself from cursing when I my family looked at me in shock. How dare they mess with my son!

"I think he should also tell you what really happened to his arm" Jacob said.

My son looked scared now "No don't make me" he said.

"What happened?" I asked as calmly as I could. All I could see was red now.

"He hit it with a baseball bat" he said.

"He did what?!" I screamed louder then I ever had in my whole life.

Oh hell no! I was going to do something about this right now!

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