(DISCONTINUED) Runaway Renesmee

Wrapped In Regret

(A/N: Aight, I'm assuming you read the end of last chapter, sooooo you therefore know what's coming.

But in case you've forgotten.....

DOUBT, DOUBT, LEFT, RIGHT, AND CENTER.

Ok dokey, in we dive!

Sorry it's been AGES, life got in the way :P.)

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October 6th

Maybe it was a bad idea running away. 

Maybe I should have just stayed home, never left.

I wish it wasn't five am in a crappy hotel where I'm sleepless. 

This is what I wanted, but why, why do I feel like I'm regretting my choices already???

I miss Mom, I miss Dad, I miss everyone back home. They loved me despite the whole wanting-me-to-be-perfect thing, right?

I don't know.

I want to go home. 

I don't. I do. 

If I do go home, then there's no going back. I'll be wrapped up in cotton wool all over again, chaperhoned all the freaking time like I'm their little pet. 

Even when I was at something like soccer practice when I was "twelve", they'd text me like crazy. 

How are you doing baby?

Do you want some food when we pick you up?

Renesmee?

RENESMEE CARLIE CULLEN REPLY THIS INSTANT.

Half the time I couldn't reply because we were practicing, and the coach'd yell at me if I tried to get my phone. 

That was fine throughout my short childhood, but I'm older now, a seven year old who looks seventeen.

I'm happy I made it out, but why do I feel so wrapped up in regret?

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(A/N: Oooooh, title drop! Sort of...

I'ma go work on the next chapter. Don't ask me what it is, because I have honestly lost count.

Don't forget to vote, if you wanna, ofc.

See you later reader dudes. :) )