Renesmee: The Girl You Remember.

Chapter 11: Whisper

Chapter 11: Whisper

Renesmee POV

*Fair warning: Mature content, straight ahead. YUP. Prepare, someones gonna get down and dirty in this chapter.*

I could feel the sun peeking through the window and cascading warmth on my face in the morning. My eyes blinked open, my vision returned to my relief. I cast my eyes around my surroundings, to see Nahuel's arm was draped over my stomach and he was fast asleep.

I stared at his relaxed face for a few minutes. It was times like these that I could feel butterflies in my stomach. He seemed so stone faced, so hidden, that when he slept soundly beside me, I finally got to see his soft face.

Truth-be-told...I couldn't help but love Nahuel. When I looked at his stone-cold face and he reflected nothing, it almost bruised me because of how I felt about Nahuel. I resisted the urge to reach out and touch his face, afraid to wake him and he'd go back to being stone faced. This was the only way I could see his softness and feel like I get reflected, even a fraction, of what I felt for him. I never had the courage to admit this to him, though, because despite how much I want people besides him to know I don't care what they thought, I cared very much what Nahuel thought.

I remembered one time, when I told him the date of my birthday in the....dungeon I was in. He'd never forgotten it. I hadn't celebrated my birthday since I was a kid. I didn't even know how old I was anymore. I came in from training one day, and found a small, quilt textured teddy bear on their bed. It was simple and perfect. But he never admitted it was him.

I nestled my head into the pillow again, ready to fall back asleep when Nahuel's phone rang and he immediately answered.

"Hello?" He spoke softly, his voice thick with sleep but still alert. "When did you take him?" he was suddenly even more alert, upright in bed. "Okay, I'll get her there," he said, immediately on his feet.

"Renesmee, get dressed," he instructed, causing my head to jar.

"What? Why?" a bad feeling was sinking into my stomach.

"It's Charlie...He's gotten worse overnight, they've taken him to your grandfathers," he said simply, shaking his sweatpants off and jumping into a pair of jeans and keeping his black t-shirt.

I was up before he got the rest of it out. I ignored the soreness in my back, shoving my legs into jeans, keeping my hoody on, and a pair of converse from my suit case.

I was afraid the car wouldn't be as fast as I could if I could just run there. I flung the driver door open and Nahuel appeared in the front seat. That was unusual, but I wasn't going to press it.

I bullied the car into powering on and not giving it a minute to wake up, I put the car in reverse and dragged it out of the drive way of the cabin and spun the wheels with a screech and raced off to the Cullen's.

I weaved in and out of traffic frantically, earning a couple of middle fingers, honks, and hostile nicknames but I ignored them.

Once I arrived at Charlie's and nearly kicked the door in as I exploded through the lobby door and tried to remember the layout of the house. I raced into the living room with Nahuel at my side. Was everyone gone!? I shouted to myself impatiently. Where the hell was everyone! I demanded mentally as I spun around the living room I was now standing in hissing trying to smell Charlie somewhere.

I finally caught his scent and charged after it and followed it to the side of the house I was in last night. Standing in my way of seeing him where three, gut-wrenchingly smelly men, that guarded his door protectively as they eyed me.