Renesmee’s Diary – New Beginnings

June 5, 2010

Dear Diary,

I honestly couldn’t stop the shaking and nervousness I had felt after sending that text message to Jake. He did say that he loved me, but I still felt uneasy.

It was about time to hop into bed when I heard the slamming of the front door and my mother ranting on about something. I heard daddy yell back. They were forming one of those rare fights that they had when they were both really infuriated about something. I wondered what it was about, I mean I didn’t like it when they fought. The last time they fought was when I looked about six years old. I don’t reckon I remember what it was about, but it was something that triggered them to fight nonstop.

I didn’t like them bickering like this. And I knew that they kept their senses because they wouldn’t yell loud enough that a human ear could hear it, basically me. Carlisle came to the scene, and like my parents I couldn’t quite make-out what he was saying, but I knew it was him speaking. I imagined he was trying to settle the argument, making peace and calm occupy it’s normal place with my parents. Mom transferred her cold, harsh voice into a more subtle one. My parents had fought about something, and Carlise had resolved it. I’m bound to find out what it is tomorrow.

The next morning, I find myself sitting at the kitchen counter nibbling on corn flakes. I drank my occasional glass of blood. My parents were quiet; Daddy was reading the newspaper and Mommy was glued to her book. Not a word was said. I was afriad that they were still brittle with one another. So after breakfast I made my way into the living room and peered into my father’s paper. He grinned as soon as he saw me.

“Good morning, Ness.” He kissed my forehead.

Mommy didn’t respond joyfully to this as I had hoped. Why wasn’t she happy with my father’s greeting? Maybe she thought I was ignoring her or something.

“Good morning, mom.” I flashed her a smile.

“Good morning, darling.” She said returning a grin like dad.

So, I wasn’t going to get anything out of them. The fight must have been between them, but from the looks of it my mom was angry at my dad for doing something. I decided it was time to see Jake, as I was anticipating all night. I was nervous, yet excited.

As soon as I got to Jake’s house that he shares with the pack, I was already drowning in anxiety. Emily answered the door and smells of fried bacon and eggs entered my nostrils.

After I greeted Emily and the rest of the pack, Jake had already horsed down his breakfast, that was more than enough for two grown human men. He seemed more happy than nervous to see me. He led me to the front porch, where there was one of those bench swings.

“Are you busy today?” I asked, hoping we could do something together.

“Well, not really…..”

“So, want to hike with me today?” I wasn’t allowed to hike in the woods on my own. It was a clear rule that my parents set for me. I had to have a werewolf or a vampire that my parents trusted at all times with me. My parents, and Jacob I imagined, feared the worst of me hiking on my own.

“Actually Ness, I can’t.”

“Patrol with the pack, I forgot.” Frown lines of disappointment appeared on my face.

“No, it’s not that….Your father, Edward….He….”
Did this have something to do with my parents fight last night? Did my dad do something to Jacob? Panick struck my face.

“Edward broke a few ribs and gave me a black eye. The black eye quickly disappeared, but Doc Carlisle wants me to take it easy today for the ribs…”

My poor Jakie. What had my father done to Jacob?!?!!? Oh, if my father thought my mother was the only one fighting back, he doesn’t know what’s going to hit him….but then again he will because of my thoughts and Alice. That explains my mother’s disatisfaction with my dad’s morning greeting.

Fury flourished my face and I was determined to somehow avenge my dad.

And for the first time I reached my hand out to Jacob’s cheek and held it there.

“I’m so sorry. I can stay here with you until you get better.” I offered with a sympathetic smile.

“I’m already feeling better.”

I hadn’t realized this, but I somehow managed to move myself closer to him, and planted an ever so perfect kiss.



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