Jacob and Renesmee Happy Ever After ...

Chapter 17

Renesmee's POV

As I walked to my bedroom, I was trying to, think of how I am going to tell mom. She already knew to much. The sharp pain in my ankle distracted me.

I let out a small moan, as I held on to my bedroom doorknob for support. I twisted it, revealing my mom and the rest of my family.

"Renesmee..." they all looked are me with pain.
"Mom, how could you tell?!" I was shouting mostly because I was angry with myself. I had just sentenced my family to death. I shouldn't have told her.

"I had too. Renesmee this person badly hurt you." She stood up off the bed to come and hold me. I still didn't want to be held, the pain was unbearably and I felt disgusted in myself.

As she touched my shoulders I moved back. My Dad stood up and moved to my Mom.
"Your Mom did the right thing. Is that why you wanted her to come pick you up?"

He narrowed his eyes to me. I just nodded, it was like I lost my voice. Well mostly because the lump was blocking my passage way.
"But sweetie you know Jacob and your Father would never hurt you like that."

Grandma spoke up front the back of the room. I was about yo speak and tell her Tharp she didn't understand, but Aunt Rosalie interrupted me.

"Renesmee, when I was raped too, I didn't want anyone -not even females- to touch me." I was looking down, but I snapped my head in Aunt Rosalie's direction. She had never mentioned of being raped before. Maybe it was not necessary, at the time.

"You didn't have to know at the time." Dad interrupted my trailer of thought. Even though the WHOLE family knew I was raped, I still didn't tell them who it was. And I wasn't intending on doing that.

"I was so angry, I went on a rampage to-"
"That's enough Rosalie, she doesn't need to know that information." Uncle Emmet objected. I did want to hear how Aunt Rosalie handled her problem.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Uncle Jasper sounded angry. I kept quiet, to afraid to speak.
"Carlisle, please check her body, I think she has some broken bones." Mom turned to Grandpa with a concerned look.

Grandpa nodded and moved closed to me. I didn't protest, even tough I didn't want to be alone with my Grandpa, I needed the check up.
"Can I first get dressed?" I looked at them with an obvious face.

"Over here dear." Aunt Alice for the first time wasn't happy about fashion. She looked really angry. At that they were all gone, leaving me, with my thoughts and no shield. I started putting on my shorts and a tank top. I made my way to my door. I heard voices down stairs.

"Where is Renesmee?" It sounded like Jacob. My heart started to ache as I thought of how I treated him at La Push.
"She is up stairs in her room, Jacob, ....."

Don't tell him. Don't tell him. I kept chanting that in my head as I listened in on the conversation.
"... She got raped." Mom finished her sentence. The room went quiet. I decided to walk out of my room to Grandpa's office.

"W-w-what do you mean?" He finally spoke as I reached the bottom of the stairs. He was at the door wearing his black quarter jeans and no shirt. His muscles looked frightening.

He looked pained. My Dad and Mom were by the door next to him. Grandma was in the kitchen making dinner for me, and now Jacob. Uncle Emmet and Uncle Jasper were pacing around the room. Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie were discussing something in low voices. Jacob's gaze moved to the staircase, meeting my eyes.

I tried smiling at him, but I could see my fake smile in his eyes, he wasn't fooled. His eyes told a painful memory. His eyes drifted from mine to trace the rest of my body. He looked at my wrists and my thighs. His mouth dropped open in shock. Then it closed abruptly, his eyes turned to deep dark holes of hatred.

"Hey Jake." I decided to speak, breaking the awkward silence and stares.
"Re... What happened?" He moved from the door, with his arms open. As if to invite me for a hug. I raised my hand in front of me. Aunt Rosalie was at my side at that moment.

"She doesn't want to never touched dog." She stood in front of me in a protective way. Mom moved toy side and held out her hand. She now knew I didn't want to be touched. I just moved forward, ignoring moms hand, Aunt Rose's comment and Jacobs growl.

I made my way to my Grandpa's office. I knocked on the big black doors.
"Come on in Renesmee." I didn't need to knock, he knew I was coming. I was just being polite. The room was large. It had so many books. Even though I had come in this room a million times, it still surprises me about how many books my Grandpa owns.

"Come lay on the bed." He moved away a couple of things to make space for the bed. I moved to the bed with mom hot on my trail.
"Okay does this hurt?" He asked as he touched my right foot with his cool -almost freezing- fingers.
"No."

"Here?" He moved to touch my ankle and a sharp pain shoot up my body.
"Ahh!" He moved his hand and turned to his note pad.
"Okay does this one hurt?" He touched my left foot in through exact spots as he did with my right foot.

"No"
"Here?" He touched my ankle.
"No."
After 10 minutes of checking how much the damage was, he came to the conclusion that :
"You have 4 deep cuts, three on your back and one on forehead. You have 17 bruises, most of them are on your legs and hands. You also have 2 fractured bones, both on your left wrist. And you finally have 9 broken bones. 7 ribs, your ankle and your right femur."

He spoke whilst looking at his note pad. Mom was quiet the whole time, not even clearing her throat or moving.

"Okay now time to mead those wounds." He moved to the drawer, coming back with bandages, braces, ointment, plasters and material for a cast.

"Hold still, it won't hurt, and it will be over soon." He started rapping my head with a bandage.

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