Disclaimer- All recognizable characters are the creation of Stephenie Meyer, and therefore not mine.
Renesmee's POV-
It has officially been a month since I've last seen or communicated with the Cullens. I wasn't sure of the specifics of what went down after I left the ballroom on the night of my birthday, and honestly, by the small amounts I'd heard, I really didn't want to know every detail of what happened.
I know that my father refused to leave. He pleaded and fought in an attempt to speak with my mother and I, but his attempts were useless against the force of the Volturi. I stopped listening after I'd heard a member of the guard recall that Jane had to be called in to make my father stop. She probably got a lot of amusement out of that task, and I hated it.
I hadn't heard much more than that. I knew the other Cullens were hesitant to leave as well. They are, for all intents and purposes, a family. They love each other and are very protective of the members of their family. They wanted to stay for the sake of myself and my parents, but at the same time, the Volturi were too great a power to go against.
All I was certain of now was that they weren't here, and I no idea what was going on with them. I intended to still keep in touch through texts and calling, but the following day, I woke up to find that my phone (as well as everything else that was dear to me) was taken from me. I didn't fight it. This was at least better than being ignored. I prepared myself for the aftermath of last night, to finally have my mom freak out at me, butA to my utter dismay, she didn't.
In fact, she hasn't spoken more than a few words at a time to me since the incident. Most of the time, she all out ignored me. What annoyed me even more was that she'd freaked out at Aro for helping me in my 'diabolical plot' and was able to forgive him about a week later. That didn't mean that the atmosphere of the castle wasn't tense though, not by a long shot.
Jane was still as bitchy as ever, taking jabs at me every time Aro or Alec weren't around. Aro and Alec were kind to me. They were much more understanding than anyone else was. I shouldn't be surprised though. Aro knew very well just how much I suffered over the past hundred years, not being able to see my family, and Alec has always been like a protective older brother.
I also found comfort in the form of Sulpicia. I found myself often retreating to her tower to escape from the drama of the rest of the family. She's always been sympathetic toward me, and she always had good advice to offer me. I told her about the whole situation that had occurred, as she'd only heard some of it from her husband, and she was more than willing to listen and comfort me when the sadness would overwhelm me, and I would break down.
Between she, Alec, and Aro, I was able to hold onto the hope that maybe things would turn out alright. I mean, if they could sympathize with me, then surely that means I couldn't have been completely wrong in my actions. I know I could have went about seeing my family in a different manner rather than going behind my mom's back, but I was desperate. If Alec, Aro, and Sulpicia were able to see the reasoning behind my thinking, hopefully my mom would be able to as well.
Every day I woke up in hopes that it would be the day that my mom would finally forgive me, or at least start the process of forgiving me by freaking out, but my hopes were crushed when she would avoid and ignore me.
I was currently sitting in the base eating a bowl of soggy cereal when I started to hear light footsteps approaching. I quickly finished my bite of cereal and set the bowl in front of me. She came into the room wearing a dark purple dress that just brought out the endless pools of black that her eyes had become. She hadn't hunted at all in the month that she's been back, and I feared that she would wander too close to the throne room at feeding time, and completely fall off the bandwagon.
"Hi Mom." I said. She didn't turn to face me, but I still hoped she would respond. She's tried to avoid me, but when didn't work out and I'd try to talk to her, she'd normally respond with a very short answer before moving on.
"Renesmee." She replied, continuing to walk in the direction of her room. I sighed in disappointment. A month had gone by and still no progress. My hope dwindled with each day that passed. At this point, I wasn't sure how much was left. I knew I had to do something. I had to get her to talk to me. I quickly rose from the couch, and followed her to her room.
"Mom, I think we need to talk." I said, following her. The situation was just as it was a month ago—me following her watching her hair swing at her waist, begging her to talk to me.
"Not now, Renesmee." She replied simply.
"Mom, it's been a month. I know you're upset but things aren't going to get better if we don't talk about it." I told her. She shook her head, but didn't say anything. "If you're worried about them taking me away from you, I can assure you that won't happen. I won't let it." I told her, and she stopped walking.
"Renesmee, I need you to stop. This will only make things worse." She told me. The way I see it, things are already getting better. That's the most she's said in the past month!
"You don't want them to take me, and I told you that they won't so I don't understand the problem." I defended myself. She stopped walking and turned to me, the anger finally showing through.
"You went behind my back." She said angrily. I had to remind myself that this was progress. Nothing would get better until we air our grievances.
"Well it's not like I could really tell you." I told her honestly. She would never talk to me about the Cullens and every time I mentioned them, she would get sad again. I knew that telling her that I wanted to see them would kill her. I suppose that would have been better than doing it on my own, but hindsight is 20-20.
"I thought we didn't hide things from each other." She told me. What? Other than this one time, I have always been open with her!
"Isn't that a little hypocritical considering you've ignored me for the past month, and kept me from the other part of my family for over a hundred years because you were afraid they would take me from you, which had you told me, I could have assured you that they wouldn't." She narrowed her eyes at me. I didn't mean to say it so rudely, but I have to air my grievances too.
"I was being a mother. It's my job to protect you, and as long as I'm around, they won't be." She growled. I was still surprised by her reaction despite knowing that she doesn't want me to know them. How could she really hate them that much to say that she wouldn't be around if they were? They're still my family, and I loved them.
"That's so unfair to keep me from them!" I yelled. I was still hurt by her previous words.
"They don't deserve to get to know you, Renesmee." She responded angrily. My thoughts were running wild at this point. The Cullens were amazing. If anything, it was I who wasn't worthy of knowing them.
"You don't even know them!" I shouted. Not my best choice of words, seeing as she had spent about a year with them whereas I knew them for about a week. It really was as if she didn't know them at all though!
"And you do?" She questioned me, sarcastically. I shook my head at her obvious doubt.
"I know that they are some of the most incredible people I have ever met, and they love us both despite the fact that we gave them every reason not to." I told her honestly. Her face turned pained and dark following my words.
"You're wrong, Renesmee." She said half angrily, half hurt, and I was hurt by her response. She must not want them to love me—that's so selfish!
"No, you're wrong! You didn't see their faces—his face. Mom, he was begging to see you. He tried to fight everyone!" She had a look of anger and disbelief still. "He even told me—Alice too! When you walked in, we were talking about you! He called you his mate and says that he misses you. Mom, he loves you so much!" I said, trying to convince her, but she still looked mad.
"You know nothing, Renesmee." She said in a monotone voice, turning and walking the rest of the way to her room. Damn it! She can't go back to being the catatonic robot she's been for the past month! Why is she doing this? I've witnessed her heartache my entire life. I know she misses them too! I followed her to and into her room and watched her collapse on her bed, just like she did last month.
"You can deny that you love him all you want, but I know the truth. If you would just stop being so stubborn—" I began.
"GET OUT!" She yelled. I turned and left the room, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't believe she was acting so childish! God, if she didn't want to put up with baby daddy drama, she should have just saved herself the trouble and had an abortion!
I ran into my room, slamming that door equally as hard. I hope she heard it. I collapsed on my bed and screamed into my pillow. What am I supposed to do? She hates me! She absolutely hates me! I just want to be happy again. I want to know that I am loved unconditionally and not have to deal with unnecessary drama. Despite the explanation that Mom was mad because she didn't want to lose me, it seemed as if the opposite was true. I bet she was regretting having me at all. I'm just a burden.
I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that she seemed to despise the Cullens so much. They were so nice. I couldn't find a single thing that was even considerably bad enough to not like them. Earlier in the week, my dad was kind of acting like an asshole, but that was because I reminded him of Mom and because he missed her. I can't imagine he would have been that way around her. As far as the rest of the Cullens, they were all super kind, and fun to be around. There's nothing to not like about them either.
Even after finding out that I had lied to them, Alice was eager to accept me as part of the family. She didn't even seem mad at all, just thankful to have me. I didn't ever get the chance to talk to my dad or the others, but it just seemed as if they wanted to know me as well. They didn't seem angry as much as sad because they had to leave. How ironic. The ones who actually had a reason to be sincerely angry with me, people I had only known for a week and had no prior ties with me, were more accepting than my own mother. That is how a family should be—unconditionally loving and forgiving.
I came to the realization and immediately hopped off my bed, going to my closet. I grabbed a large bag and began piling stuff inside—the first thing being the plane tickets I was given. I finished quickly and looked at the small note Alice had given me. I'd already memorized all the numbers and the address, but I glanced at it once more to reassure myself that what I was doing was right. I took a deep breath, looking around my room to memorize the way it looks, and snuck out, making my way to the airport.
Author's Note:
Here's your early update because the response on the last chapter was amazing! Sorry for the time skip, but I feel like there wasn't anything that necessary in the month between that needed to be expanded on.
As always, let me know your thoughts on this chapter and any predictions that you have! The goal for this chapter is 430 reviews (:
1. Who do you sympathize with right now—Nessie or Bella?
2. How will the Cullens actually react to seeing Renesmee?
3. What will happen when Bella finds out that Nessie ran away?
I'll keep writing. Hopefully, I can get the next chapter up on Sunday as a nice Easter present! If not, I'll try to get it up on Monday.
Until next time, Taylor
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