Renesmee's POV

"You are my enemy. Why would I ever want to be with you?" His voice sent daggers through me. "You are a Cullen, a cold one. What could I ever had really seen in that. I wasted 7 years and now I know that you could never be what I want. Imprints are wrong I guess."

"Jake, please don't do this. You swore to me that this was right. Remember when you told me about imprints? You said that I was your perfect soul mate! What is going on? Why are you telling me that this is wrong?" My tears ran down my face, blurring my vision and him.

"What's going on is that I realized that I was lying to myself. I was in love with Bella and I thought you were my one chance at getting to be with her." I froze. "I then realized that by trying to be with you I was just lying to myself."

"So every time you told me I was perfect for you, every time you played with me because you wanted that big brother type role in my life, every time you told me you loved me, you were saying it to MY MOTHER in your mind? You are sick! How could you do that to me!" I could have sworn I saw his face change for one quick second.

"How could I do that to you? Let's see I met my dream girl and then to have her taken from my enemy, but to have a chance to be with a version like her, even if it was only half of her, well I decided I wanted to try and have a chance of happiness." His face went from being angry to just being cold and relaxed. "Just go and don't come back Renesmee."

"Fine." I say before running to my car and with every move I died a little more inside.

I shoot up, my heart rocketing through my chest.

"Did I wake you?" Felicity's voice came from the doorway. "Sorry! I was trying to be quiet as you were already asleep."

"You didn't wake me; a nightmare did."

"You want to talk about it?" She said walking towards my bed.

"Not really."

"Did it have to do with that guy again?" I nod slowly. "They always seem to. He really did a number on you. You need to let him go so that you can date and be happy."

"I don't know if I can yet."

"It's been over a year right?"

"Yeah but we dated for almost 3 years."

"Can I ask something about your relationship?"

"Yes, but I don't know if I will know how to answer."

"Was he abusive?" She was trying to figure out what ever happened in our relationship, as I haven't told her much about what happened other than we dated for almost 3 years and that he ended it.

"No." I thought through all the times he had done cute things just for me, all the date nights, the kisses, how protective he always was of me. "He wanted the best for me I thought."

"Was he overly protective?"

"Sometimes yes, but-"

"That can be abusive! Trying to keep you from things and such." She interrupted me.

"What I was going to say was sometimes yes he was, but it was always for good reasons, even my parents agreed with him. Again, he only wanted the best for me. He and my mom were on pretty good terms; he knew my family and never kept me from them. In abusive relationships for the most part, the abuser tries to cut the other person off from their family."

"Oh. I guess I don't really know enough to judge, do I? Sorry."

"It's ok. We should probably get to sleep. What time is it?"

"A little after midnight. Are you sure you're ok though? You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"Yes I am. I think sleep will help."

"If you're sure then, good night Renesmee."

"Night Felicity." I lay down and the next sound I hear is my alarm.

"SHUT IT OFF!" Felicity says from her side of the room. I turn it off and toss my covers off. "Why is your f-ing alarm going off at 7 am on a Saturday?"

"I need to get some practice in before we go shopping."

"You are already like number one in our class and yet you are going to go practice?" She mumbled in disbelief. "No wonder your ribbons are going out like ten times faster than mine."

"I'll see you later," I say before grabbing my dance bag that I had repacked last night. I walked quickly from our dorm to the dance room and found that it was unlocked, like every Saturday. I see that no one is in the room, as is expected I guess. Asking most teenagers to be up at 7:30 on a Saturday to practice ballet is not most teenagers' dream, even for Juilliard girls. I walk into the dressing room and change into the same type of outfit I wore to class yesterday with the addition of a blue wrap around sweater type jacket that cropped at my waist and pink leg warmers. I plugged in my iPod dock before switching on my ballet playlist. The music floated through the air as I stretched. I do many of the starting exercises that we had done in class before moving to the center of the room. I knew my turns were what needed work, whether or not the other girls in class thought I needed work. There is no such thing as perfect, I think to myself as I work through my pirouette for a little bit.

"You'll never be perfect, and perfect is what I need." His voice floods my mind and I focus on my pirouette even more. "Perfect half… that's what an imprint is" I change to fouettés, hoping that His voice will stop. "What you'll never be".

"I CAN BE!" I shout as I turn. The human part of my body starts to shine through as it protests how hard I am pushing myself. "LET ME!" I scream, even though I know that it is stupid that I am talking to myself and the voice in my head. My legs give out and I crumple to the floor, crying the tears from my soul that I had pent up for so long. "Just let me…" I whisper to no one, but wishing he could hear me.

"We'll never know, what it's like to be free
How do you show, what can't but should be
There's no explanation only what we cannot change
so we'll leave, how we met
with nothing the same"

-Holding Us Back by Katie Herzig