We Three Witches (Twilight)

Mother Knows Best (Bonus Chapter)

👀Day 7: Manipulation Part 2👀March 5th, 2003

Warning: ableist/derogatory language, abortion talk/threats (from Renee), miscarriage threats/talk (from Renee)

It's Renee's POV here so if you want to stab her, that's normal and expected. Keep a mind of the tags and the warnings, and let us know if we should add any other warnings.

Renee's POV (3rd Person)

Renee had just come from a diner near her hotel in Port Angeles and was heading to Forks. She had left Phil there since he'd wanted to pick up some of that 'slop this bumfuck town called food' as Renee described it. As she drove through town she fumed silently.

Those little leeches are slowly turning my husband against me! He's been whining these past few days about leaving the things here! I want to tell him I'd like to do nothing more than leave all their shit and them here and never look back, but I need them to parade around.

In the new club Renee had joined, all the wealthy women would only ever talk about their children—gods knew why. Every time Renee was forced to listen to them she had to fight to keep from rolling her eyes. In her opinion kids were nasty, demonic things to be looked at for a little while and then returned with the receipt stapled to their foreheads. Unfortunately for Renee, those ladies actually cared about their children so, instead of vomiting as she wanted to, Renee had decided to get her own back.

At first it had been easy to fit in and go along with it. She had constantly bragged about the girls' scholarly achievements—not that Renee had ever really cared when they 'broke academic records'. But she bragged about it because it impressed those women. And that was all Renee wanted in her ridiculously vapid mind. She aimed to be the centre of their group, the most interesting member. And in her mind she already was—until one of them had asked to meet the girls.

She had tried to say the girls had left to see their father before college, but the women asked why they never visited. Renee had put them off for a week, making up bullshit stories about phone calls every night, but she could see she was losing them.

So she made up a story about sticking it to their father and bringing her girls home. She had been particularly proud of making one woman cry in support of her, saying it was a beautiful thing to bring her daughters home for a better education.

But now she was regretting not telling them an easier sob story. One about their father turning her girls against her despite what a cruel man he was, and how she could never get them back. At the time all Renee could think about was the attention those girls would get her. Now she just wished they'd all died a horrific death.

(Yes, Renee Dwyer is a horrible woman. That part has never been discouraged. This story just highlights her more...awful features. That way you, the reader, can understand exactly why she dies. But shhh, that's another story. We'll save that one for later. For now, back to Renee's delusions.)

I don't know why anyone wants those freaks! Mary Alice is an insomniac who needs too much attention; Rosalie is a meek and cold little fish who wouldn't do anything but lay there and think about shoes; and the only useful thing about Isabella is that she watched the other two monsters so I didn't have to! Renee slammed on the horn as the car in front of her slowed. Move, you old bitch! She scoffed as she passed the furious woman. Besides, who wants those damaged goods anyway?

"Even if that whore is pregnant, her bastard will probably come out so damn retarded it would be a mercy to drown the thing!" Renee's face twisted into a hateful snarl. "If those pills failed, the only reason is because that bitch spread her legs as often as the wind changed direction! She's nothing but a filthy whore! She and her sisters should be grateful I didn't abort them like my father wanted me to."