Renesmee's POV-

Lesson two was relatively short lived. I didn't know how to feel about what I'd heard on the phone. I was surprised that my mom was so worried, but at the same time it made me feel sort of happy, as messed up as that is. It showed that she still cared at least a little bit, and after realizing this, I felt guilty. Even Aro and Alec, my loyal confidants, told me that I was wrong. I guess this time, I really did mess up. Then when that realization occurred to me, I felt even more confused. I was wrong, but at the same time, I had never felt more loved and appreciated. How can that be?

Between all the confusion and emotions building up inside me, I couldn't help but burst with tears. So I spent a few minutes crying into my dad's shirt, while he did his best to comfort me. He seemed to have gotten a hang of that lesson pretty quickly because it only took a few minutes to calm me down. After that, we ended up seated in front of his piano in an open room off to the side of the living room.

"Will you play me something?" He asked me.

"I suppose so. I'm really not that good yet. I've only had a couple lessons." I told him, my voice still rough from crying.

"That's not true. I'm not sure if you remember that time when we accidentally ran into each other and you showed me your thoughts, the ones about you and my siblings at the mall. Well, when you did, I heard you playing. You were extraordinary, Renesmee." He explained.

"Well, thank you, but I'm pretty sure you're just saying that because you have to." I joked. He chuckled and shrugged.

"I guess that's partially true." He admitted, and my jaw dropped in shock. I scoffed jokingly, and he laughed. "Wait! Wait, not in the way that you think. Let me explain." He said, a wide smile on his face.

"Please do." I joked.

"When I first heard, I thought you were amazing." He said, and I dramatically rolled my eyes. "Stop it, I really did." He insisted.

"Then what changed?" I prompted.

"Well, I found out that you're my daughter, and then I thought back to it, and…I couldn't even begin to describe how extraordinary that simple memory made me feel." He explained, holding my hand in his, and pulling it to his lips. "You know my mother played the piano. She was amazing at it. I used to love listening to her play. When I told her that I wanted to learn too, she was over the moon." He smiled at the memory, and I hung on to his every word. "My father had a conflicting opinion, but that's no matter. We were never particularly close, so I didn't really care all too much." He explained.

"You didn't get along with your father?" I asked. I liked learning more about him. I felt like beyond the obvious things like him being my father, I really didn't know that much about him. "Why was that?" I inquired. I saw him close his eyes and his jaw clenched. Maybe I shouldn't have asked. A second later, he sighed and opened his eyes again to look at me. They were pained.

"Because he was never around." He said, before turning his gaze back to the keys of the piano. "He was always working or out with his colleagues. My mother and I were never a priority of his." He admitted. My heart went out to him. I knew how it felt to be unwanted, and it sucked. "A long time ago, I promised myself that if I ever was given the blessing of a child that I would be there for every second possible. I hoped to be the father that mine never was…so much for that thought." He looked crushed. I really wished I wouldn't have asked now. I didn't know how to help.

"Dad, please don't think like that. You didn't know." I reminded him. He shook his head.

"It doesn't matter though. It's still my fault. I'm so sorry, Renesmee. I never would have left if I knew." He said, catching me off guard. I tried to think about the words I'd heard, considering that maybe I had heard him wrong.

"You wouldn't have left?" I asked, not understanding. He immediately shook his head, and looked at me again.

"No, of course not! It was hard enough to leave in the first place. Ugh, I'm such an idiot! All I ever wanted to do was protect her. I just wanted your mother to be safe, and happy. I'll never forgive myself for what I told her." He admitted and I felt like I had literally been punched in the gut. I could barely breathe. I could feel the anger boil inside me and I did nothing to try and contain it.

"I'm sorry—What the hell did you tell her?" I yelled at him, standing from the seat and glaring. He looked like a dear caught in the headlights as he realized that I hadn't known that little tidbit of information. He began to reach for my hand, but I stopped him. "Don't you dare." I growled. He looked even more pained than I had been him before, including the time in Volterra. He was silently begging me with his eyes.

"What's going on in here?" Esme asked. She was accompanied by almost everyone else with the exception of Carlisle. My father still hadn't said anything, and I grew even angrier. I grabbed the collar of his jacket, and pulled it toward me.

"What the hell did you do to her?!" I cried. I felt a wave of calm hit me, but I was not having it. "Knock it off, Jasper!" I growled at him.

"Renesmee, please understand. I never wanted this for her." He spoke. I let go of his jacket and glared at him.

"This as in me?" I questioned. His eyes grew large and he realized his mistake.

"What? No, no, no. That's not what I meant!" He defended.

"Then please, feel free to enlighten me." I said sarcastically. I didn't care who he was. I didn't care what I thought about him up until a minute ago. I was outraged, and there was no trying to hide it.

"The lifestyle, Renesmee! I never wanted this life for her. I just wanted to her to be able to live a normal, human life. I wanted her to be safe, but there was no hope of that being possible while I was still around. I needed her to let me go." He finished. I felt Jasper subtly trying to get me to relax again, and I would have yelled at him if I weren't too busy flipping out on my father.

"What. Did. You. Do?" I seethed. He swallowed hard, and I looked around the room to see if anyone else would tell me. They looked almost as annoyed as I was.

"Don't look at us. We've never heard this part. Feel free to enlighten us as well, Edward." Alice spoke. She had her arms crossed across her chest. I turned back to him, and he was staring at his shoes.

"I—I told her that I didn't want her anymore." He admitted, and I felt like my heart shattered. I could feel the tears coming to my eyes again, but this time, I knew I was on my own. I turned toward the door, but before I could take a step, my dad's hand was on my arm. "Renesmee! Please stop." He begged. "It was a lie—I swear it! You know how much I love you both." He pleaded, but I shoved his arm off.

"Get the hell off of me! No wonder she kept me away from you. You're a monster!" I screamed. I sprinted out the door, and immediately took to the forest. It would take too long to get a car, and I didn't want to risk anyone seeing me running on the roads. I didn't know which way I was headed because my head was all fuzzy, but I didn't want to stop running to find out.

I didn't pay attention to my surroundings. My head was filled with a thousand competing thoughts. All this time, my mom was only trying to protect me. She was trying to avoid having to subject me to the heartbreak that she felt. She even lied to me so that she wouldn't upset me when I became curious about my dad. All this time, she was trying to protect me. She must have really loved me, and that realization killed me.

I remember the first year of my life far more than I wish I did. My mom was depressed every day. She sobbed every night, and could barely function. He left. He left her pregnant, and broken. Then, she finally managed to pull herself together. Everything she'd ever wanted was pulled from under her, but she pushed aside the hurt for my sake. And what do I do? I leave! What the hell is wrong with me? Oh my gosh! Why did I ever doubt her. She has done everything for me! Jane was right. I am a horrible person. All I ever do is hurt people.

I kept running until I stopped in a very small clearing, and just broke down. I fell to the ground and cried into my hands. I had made a huge mistake, and I could never take it back. The damage was done.

I was so caught up in my crying and sad thoughts that at first, I didn't even hear the other person as they walked into the little clearing in front of me. Up until I heard the crunch of some leaves about ten yards in front of me, I thought I'd been alone. My anger boiled, and I looked up expecting to see my dad, and I was surprised when I saw a young boy that I'd never seen before.

He looked to be a little older than me, and he was tall. He had dark blonde hair, and startling, bright red eyes. I could feel my heart start to race when I noticed that feature. He was smiling nicely at me, but there was something in his eyes that made me feel uneasy.

Edward's POV-

I watched as Renesmee sprinted from the house, leaving myself and the rest of my enraged family behind. I wanted to follow Renesmee, but I knew that was a slim chance now. I decided to try anyway, and stood from my seat. As soon as I was standing up, Alice shoved me back down.

"Oh no. You stay right here. We're not done with you!" She yelled at me. I'd never gotten around to actually telling them what I'd told Bella when I left. They assumed that I told her the truth—that we were leaving for her safety, and that as much as I loved her, it was too dangerous to be together.

"Alice, please. I need to talk to her. I need to make her understand before I lose her forever." I begged. She loosened her death grip on my shoulder but didn't let go.

"You never told us that you said that stuff to Bella. That's sick, Bro." Emmett added. He was mad, but his usual laid-back attitude showed through anyway.

"Because I'm ashamed for what I said. It was all lies anyway. You guys know that better than anyone." I told them.

"It doesn't matter, Edward. Bella obviously believed you. She's spent the past hundred years, raising your kid, thinking that you just hit it and quit it. Do you even comprehend how hard it's going to be to win her back now?" Rosalie added.

"If she even gives you the chance! Oh my gosh! She probably thinks the same of all of us. That's why she was so pissed at all of us in Volterra. Not only did we leave, she assumed that we all wanted nothing to do with her." Alice whispered, her voice barely audible. "You idiot!" She yelled and would have punched me if Jasper hadn't grabbed her first.

"Stop, Alice. Edward messed up—" He gave me a look and communicated in his mind that he was just as pissed as the rest of them. "—But Renesmee's really hurt, and as angry as she is, I'm sure killing him won't solve anything." He finished. She let go of me, and I went to stand up again.

"Edward." Esme said, as I was about to head out the door. "Please make things right. I don't think I could bare to lose them again." She spoke softly. I nodded and took off into the forest, following her scent. It was easy to follow, and I hoped that with her decreased speed, I'd be able to catch up to her. I kept running, much farther than I had expected to go, and it was only when my surroundings became increasingly familiar that I realized where I was.

Forks.

I kept running, pushing myself to go faster. Her trail was leading in the direction of La Push, and the thought forced my feet to move faster. I ran and my heart sank when I reached the treaty line, and could smell that her scent continued straight in the direction of the town. I could feel myself start to panic. Here I was, standing at the treaty line, and for all I knew, my only daughter was being ripped to shreds by overgrown wolves.

I paced back and forth, trying to reason with myself. I was torn. On one hand, my daughter could be in danger as I just stood here thinking, but on the other hand, if I crossed the border and started a war, I would be guaranteeing that she's in danger, but at least then I could protect her.

Then a thought occurred to me. She's part human. They claim to protect humans. Maybe they won't hurt her. The hope that came from the thought was weak, but it was something to hold onto. Carlisle also had a theory that the wolves only shifted in the presence of vampires, and we haven't been around, so maybe there weren't even wolves anymore. Maybe the line of wolves died out. Maybe the treaty wasn't even valid anymore. The uncertainty was killing me. I decided to just take a seat on a nearby rock and wait for her to come back.

I tried to listen to see if I could hear her, and to my surprise I could. I could hear her crying, and I was ready to pull my hair out as soon as I heard her. I wanted nothing more than to run to her, and make her feel better. It killed me that I had been the cause of her distress. All of this is my fault. Maybe I should just let her be. There's a chance I could make it worse if she was really as angry as she seemed back at the house. I stood from the rock, intending to run back when I heard a familiar voice and the thoughts that came with it. Before I could control what I was doing, I was running past the treaty line, in the direction of my daughter.

Author's Note:

So most of you said to update as soon as I got the chapter written, so here you go! I've never updated in the middle of the week, so hopefully I get the same kind of feedback. In the past, I've gotten significantly less reviews and hits because people are too busy, but I hope that's not the case.

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Until next time, Taylor